The Congress Page #6
like that whore!
You f***ing whore!
[...] what a stunning old lady she's turning into!
No surgery, nothing. She's a clean cut!
You can't manufacture that!
We need her, keep her alive.
- How far from the hospital?
- We're already there!
AAROOOON!!
Who are you?
Dylan.
Dylan Truliner.
- Do you work for them?
- I used to.
Until this morning, when they...
...declared the Futurist Congress revolution.
I am the animator.
We moved you on the computers for 20 years.
Head of the Robin Wright department in Miramount.
Your body,
your face, your smile,
your sadness...
That was my whole life for the past 20 years.
Tell me more.
I was unemployed animator.
They put me in Robin Department
for the first film,
"Triple R Strike".
I was lost.
Why?
Because I had no clue who you were.
I've never seen your anything.
I had to research you.
Obsessively.
What was he looking for?
Where you came from, where you went.
Texas, the all-American girl,
tight jeans and boots.
After...
a week, I came
and pitched them the lasso idea, I had a little
illustration, drawn in pencil.
The rebels! They've taken over management!
- What management?
- Miramount-Nagasaki.
They've taken over the management floor,
and stopped the chemistry flow!
We gonna be real again!
How do I know if I'm dreaming?
Do you know what my dreams are?
Robin?
Can you see my dream?
4 cockroaches playing poker
on your lap, it's a dream?
Yes
but it's not mine.
Did any of you...
think about me that whole time?
About what I went through
till after I sold myself
Well, I was... obsessed with you for years.
- With her, not with me.
- For me, it's the same thing.
At some point,
I was... dried up.
I was afraid they'd take you away from me,
give you to some...
up-coming... young genius.
I've been looking for you all over California.
I needed new...
Movements.
A different sensuality,
things a woman gains...
with age.
Target on. Vicinity 0.3 miles. Over.
Bomb hatch dysfunction. Over.
Bomb hatch dysfunction. Over.
Let me go now, man. I'll take care
of this situation.
Where is everyone?
They hallucinated themselves out,
to freedom!
Where is Dylan?
Oh, he went with the flow.
Why am I the only one left?
Because you're f***ed up again.
What exactly was going through your mind
when you got on that stage?
What do you mean?
You invited me, you said I was the symbol.
Symbol? Symbol of what?
The chemical revolution, Jeff, you said.
You are not a symbol. You're nothing!
The symbol is what we created of you.
Robin, look at yourself. Does that look
like a symbol?
It was suicide what you did up there on stage
You left us no choice.
How do you like it?
A bullet to the head.
One.
But quick.
Quick as possible, I just want to get out
of this hallucination.
After all these years,
it is time you knew that this is no hallucination.
This is our lives.
Robin.
The following case is particularly interesting.
The patient, who some of you might know,
was an actress once.
I forget her name.
She suffered severe hallucinogenic contamination
During the Abrahama uprising.
[...] In 4 months now, she is being convinced that her life
everything she has experienced,
is all a hallucination.
It was so extreme,
that the the rescue forces reached Abrahama,
to put a bullet in her head.
She's a lost case, hopeless.
So much [...] that we've decided to freeze her.
With today's advancements of liquid nitrogen
can easily keep her frozen for 70 years.
Bring it down.
Aaron?
Aaron?
Aaron, you heard me!
Yeah, Mom, I heard you. Of course I did.
And now for the weather.
The Weather Company apologizes
for the lack of complete symmetry of the rainbows
for the past 2 days. On the other hand,
symmetry contradicts art.
Robin...
You must release your mind from the thoughts.
I do not understand.
What?
I was first to wake up in the distant future.
It's like bringing a diver back from the bends.
You have to start as far away as possible,
with the things you know from childhood.
This is the setup we chose for you.
The early 1980s.
But now, Robin,
you have a visitor.
Do you feel ready for him?
What are you doing here?
I waited for you.
- For me?
- Yes.
For the moment that you could be... thawed.
When medicine could advance enough
to fix you.
- You waited for me all those years?
- Yes.
I was the last person to see you,
I had a responsibility.
They say Sarah's fine.
She was saved from the Abrahama revolt,
whatever that means.
And now, they're looking for...
my Aaron.
This is Aaron's original DNA listing.
I've been looking for him for a very long time.
since I knew they were about to thaw you.
- And?
There is no sign.
No trace.
I don't... think he is with us anymore.
What do you mean, "not with us?" What do you,
what you mean - in this world?
Or that he's not alive, what are you saying?
What are you saying, he's... he's dead?
It's much more complicated, Robin.
The world... today
is unlike the world you came from.
To find Aaron, alive or not,
we have to go on a very long journey.
What do you think, there is a direction?
There is a clue?
I hope so.
But we have to start somewhere.
I'm here to take you out into the Big City.
No one told me for how long I've been frozen.
Could have been a year, could have been 20.
Time is now a subjective matter.
You decide in your mind,
when day breaks,
or when the moon fades.
After a while you probably lose the
numeric calendar, as we once knew it.
New York is now a city of suspended gardens.
They reach the sky, the wild colors they strike you [...],
and the people are so beautiful,
so young and radiant.
Exuding serenity in beauty and sexuality.
There is no more ego.
Thanks to Chemistry we've been redeemed.
There is no ego,
no competition, no violence, no war,
no strong or weak,
or secrets.
Everyone is...
what they are.
Everyone is what they want to be.
And while they consume their new personality,
they spread in the air those
pheromones that your mind
translates into an image.
There is no way I can imagine Aaron in this world.
This street holds the wisdom of a millennium.
A year ago, when I was consuming
Greek mythology
I woke up half-man, half-God.
I impregnated one of Zeus's daughters,
and then I f***ed this city, and then
I burned it and I punished it.
It's all about feelings.
Just make a choice
and you feel whatever you want.
What do you choose, Robin?
Usher syndrome.
I think, it's Type 2,
Why do you need this?
- Are you researching someone?
- No.
'I'm missing someone.
May you build ladder to the star...
climb on every...
may you stay...
...forever young.
Somewhere, out there.
there is Sarah.
She's a naturalist now.
No-no-no. Don't, don't.
Won't do you any good.
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