Zardoz Page #5

I have your voice print, Zed,

and your genetic code,

but only memory fragments.

Tell me about the crystal transmitter.

I cannot give information

which may threaten my own security.

Brain emissions refract

low-wavelength laser light

passing through

the crystal in the brain.

They're a code sent to you

for interpretation and storage.

- Yes or no?

- Not permitted.

A receiver must be like a transmitter.

I think you're a crystal.

In fact, this one. This diamond.

In here there is infinite storage space

for refracted light patterns.

Yes or no?

You have me in the palm of your hand.

But you could be elsewhere.

Yet I choose to be here.

- Why?

- To confront you.

Already you have learnt to see

my light wavelengths in the diamond.

Now you will try to erase

the refractions and destroy me.

Your aim is to destroy me, isn't it?

Yes.

Would you kill God?

Such vanity.

I am the sum of all these people

and all their knowledge.

I am all-seeing.

I am everywhere and nowhere.

That has often served

as a definition of God.

Would you destroy us

and all that we are?

Yes.

Would you not rather be part of us,

joined to us, a light

shining to the future?

Love us. Cherish the truth.

No!

You have penetrated me.

There is no escape.

You are within me.

Come to my centre.

Come into the centre of the crystal.

Tabernacle!

Tabernacle!

Tabernacle!

Tabernacle!

No! No!

No!

No!

You have destroyed us.

You found the flaw in the crystal.

We are gone.

You are alone.

Take him to the east door.

It's too late. He's finished.

- Consuella, no.

- Wait.

Stay close to me, inside my aura.

He's gone. I saw him. He was here.

He's disappeared into thin air.

Can you tell us how things stand?

What next?

An old man calls me.

"The voice of the turtle

is heard in the land."

I...

I remember now the way it was.

We challenged the natural order.

The vortex is an offence against Nature.

She had to find a way to destroy us.

Battle of wills.

So she made you.

We... we forced the hand of evolution.

A good death.

You've done it.

He's dead.

- Look!

- The stone head!

Take this, and let your sons

and daughters look into it.

Ride east. There you will

pass through the wall.

What will become of you?

Will you go back to your people?

There is no going back for me.

Stop! It's useless. It's over.

- The renegades are all dying like flies.

- Dying?

- Zed's not to blame. We destroyed ourselves.

- That's truer than you know.

And here I would like to claim

some credit, if I may.

You see, our death wish

was devious and deep.

As Zardoz, Zed, I was able

to choose your forefathers.

Careful genetic breeding

produced this mutant,

this slave who could free his masters.

And Friend was my accomplice.

Don't you remember the man in the library?

It was I who led you to the Wizard of Oz book.

It was I who gave you

access to the stone. It was I.

I bred you. I led you.

And I have looked into the face of the force

that put the idea in your mind.

You're bred and led yourself.

Arthur! We've all been used!

- And reused!

- And abused!

And amused!

Death approaches.

We are all mortal again.

Now we can say "yes" to death,

but never again "no".

Now we must make our farewells.

To each other, to the sun and moon,

trees and sky, earth and rock,

the landscape of our long waking dream.

Zed, the liberator,

liberate me now according

to your promise.

Do it. Do it.

All that I was is gone.

Kill me too.

- Let's kill each other, Friend.

- What?

- Proper regard for irony.

- Yes.

- One last trick.

- Oh! Ah!

Success.

It was all a joke.

I want to die.

Please!

Kill me! I want to die!

Please!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

Zed!

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