They Look Like People Page #3
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this meeting.
Good news for both
of us tonight.
Cool, I'll clean up.
Where is it at?
Just chill.
You are a mountain.
Hey there.
Gerald running late?
Yeah.
I am stuck with you.
-How are you?
-Fine. What's wrong?
Nothing, um...
I'm not moving into design,
and that's okay.
Look, I'll talk to Gerald,
it's cool.
Well, people...
People are getting...
I am sure
it's not your fault.
-You're being let go.
It's... what?
-Look at your face.
-You're being let go today.
You've worked here for seven
years, and they like you,
but they're killing off
half your department,
it has nothing
to do with...
With anything.
No one else is leaving?
They want you to remove
Okay. Yeah.
-Hold on.
-No, it's... okay.
-Look...
-cool, maybe later.
You are a flash
of lightning
in the darkness
of night.
Hang on. Let's flip
the piece of paper.
It's nice.
Okay,
this is so silly.
This is gonna help me at work
-hearing your voice.
-Okay.
Okay.
Besides,
I'm gonna be a dad,
so, you know,
I need to have a real job.
Do you have
sulfuric acid?
Yeah, down the left aisle.
What happens if you get it
on your face?
It would probably
burn your face off.
You don't wanna
have it on there.
Wyatt?
Yeah.
-Yeah.
-What's wrong with your phone?
I tried calling you like 20 times.
Sorry, I dropped
my cell on the sidewalk.
It smells absolutely
terrible down here.
-How was work?
-Fine.
What are you doing?
It's just some stuff
from the old job.
I thought maybe
I could sell it.
-Old tools.
-That's great.
I lost my job.
You wanna grab
something to eat?
There's something
I wanna talk to you about.
Hello.
It's probably just someone
pushing all the buttons.
Does that happen a lot?
What do you want
to talk to me about?
It's Mara.
Stop it.
Are you gonna leave
her out there?
Yes, I'm gonna
leave her out there.
Hey.
-Hi.
-Sorry I didn't hear. Did you buzz?
Yeah, no. Sorry.
I was just in
the neighborhood.
Hi, Wyatt.
Hey.
I found this
because I forgot
to throw it away.
Cool. I'll need it,
is what you're saying?
Okay, I should...
I should go.
I'm sorry. Can you... do you
want to come in for a second?
Just a second. Okay.
-Okay.
-It's disgusting.
Yeah.
It's really healthy.
My god.
Dude.
What's your favorite... what?
It's...
It's really lame.
It's...
Well, I mean, hopefully if they
follow the Isaac Asimov rules,
then everything
would be okay,
but that, that requires that we
actually program them properly.
But anyway, let's stop
talking about this.
Because I'm...
Enough, enough.
That's your favorite novel?
That or
"lord of the rings" tied.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Why anything
that isn't black tea?
Okay, hold on. I know this
amazing place on Norman
that has incredible tea.
Plus it comes
in a fancy tin.
I'll go get it, okay?
It doesn't matter.
You need to go?
No.
-Cool.
-Okay.
Is Sandy okay?
She asked
about you actually.
She's different
than you might think.
Awkward.
Hey, I got a phone message
the other day from someone.
At first
I didn't know who it was.
Weird.
You don't know
who that could be, right?
I don't think it was her.
This is gonna sound
weird, but...
Do you ever hear
anything that's not there?
Actually, I do.
I get kind of a choir.
It comes and goes,
It's a neurological thing.
My mom had it too,
except for her, it's jazz
that she just
couldn't switch off.
She, she thought it was, um,
some annoying, angelic jazz band
but I think it's just
Besides, if it was angels,
they'd be in tune.
You have perfect pitch?
Maybe. Sing something.
"B" flat.
I just made that up.
Hey, has Christian ever showed
you the roof, or the basement?
They're pretty cool.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You want to check them out,
instead of awkwardly waiting?
Okay.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Neato.
We're safe down here.
You guys could start
a band down here.
I've been getting
the supplies,
just like you said
to in your messages.
Um, should, should
we check out the roof?
No. They can't
hear us down here.
Where are they?
-Um...
-How do they infect us?
I know that you said
they're vulnerable to acid.
I got sulfuric.
Okay.
Just tell me,
when is it gonna happen?
-I'm leaving.
-I need help.
Move before
I hurt you, Wyatt.
Mara had to leave.
Okay.
What happened?
Okay, let me take
off my jacket.
Wyatt, this...
Okay.
-Okay?
-Okay.
Wyatt, what happened
with Mara?
You need to toughen up.
-Okay. Hang on.
-I knew this act of yours was bullshit.
-The new you, you're f***ing pathetic.
-I'm f***ing pathetic?
-Look at you.
-Wake up. This is real!
Do you have any idea
what they can do to you?
Do you think this is easy?
You f***ing p*ssy.
Come on.
You're too late,
soft boy.
Know that you cannot fight us.
You can feel us
already, can't you?
Inside your skull.
We believe
you are special.
We need the soft ones,
and you are the softest
we have found.
When we pull you
and your friend apart
ventricle by ventricle
and spread you out
like a soft red tree,
perhaps we will see
why even when you
had the chance,
so many people
did so little to stop us.
I love you, Wyatt.
So, I'm thinking about
inventing this food
that's literally
just balls of bacon
that you eat
with your hands.
Can you just slice
some cheddar?
I knew I got my ax
for a reason.
So I would get these
phone messages at night.
You know,
it was nightmares, I guess.
I got one last night,
but I hung up.
Is that pancake mix, too?
So, last year
I tried to kill myself,
and I went to talk
to this guy,
just one time,
and I called him
about you.
He's awesome.
He has a parrot
in his office.
When do I see him?
Tomorrow.
Make sure you wear
a straightjacket.
-Sorry.
-That's okay.
That's good.
All-American.
Hold on a sec.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Then why did you buy them?
-It just turned out
for didn't happen, so.
I just want to make sure that
Christian and Mara can be okay.
And I'm leaving tomorrow so...
Look at me.
And now I got
a pillow on my neck.
Is that supposed to be funny
Wyatt, or psycho Wyatt?
I know Mara
has her own thing,
but she really liked
your stupid buddy.
Yeah, he likes her too.
What was it, anyway?
CIA tapping your brain?
You got bugs
under your skin?
-It wasn't... it was nothing.
-Killing zombies?
Were they
cloning you, Wyatt?
It was nothing.
Come on, you don't have to
be a b*tch, just tell me.
Like, what, what the
f*** was that about?
I thought...
-I mean, just tell me.
-I thought people were turning evil.
If you ever
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