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Infinite Husk, The (2025)

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Infinite Husk, The (2025)

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(wind whooshing)

(soft ambient music)

(dramatic synth music)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(wind whooshing)

(water dripping)

(dramatic synth music)

(woman shouting indistinctly)

- [Vel] This husk is weak,

broken.

(dramatic synth music continues)

- (indistinct) What is wrong with you?

(woman speaking indistinctly)

What's wrong?

Say something.

- [Vel] I won't get very far in this.

(engine revving)

- [Woman] Come on.

Say something.

- And I'm already compromised.

(dramatic synth music continues)

- Okay,

Just stay here.

Don't move.

(engine revving)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(wind whooshing)

- [Vel] This husk struggles to breathe,

but it's stronger than the last.

(knuckles rapping)

(Vel gasping)

(knuckles rapping)

- Are you done?

- Yes.

(car horn honking)

(sirens wailing)

(traffic humming)

(dramatic synth music)

No amount of research could

have prepared me for this world.

How much time did we waste

studying their primitive ways,

they're fragile societies

and they're useless bodies?

(dramatic synth music continues)

That was all a waste.

There's nothing worthwhile here,

nothing worth keeping,

nothing worth remembering.

This place is so much

worse than I ever imagined.

(door clicking)

(pen scratching)

(dramatic ambient music)

(dramatic ambient music)

- [Voice] Mission one, report.

- Mission one, acquire husk, complete.

- [Voice] Mission two, report.

- Mission two, find a

safe house, complete.

Requesting mission three, please.

- [Voice] Mission three objective,

find him, observe him,

and gather information

regarding his research.

- Where can I find him?

(tense ambient music)

What comes after that?

(tense ambient music continues)

When can I come home?

- [Voice] Mission three objective,

find him, observe them,

and gather information

regarding his research.

(tense ambient music continues)

- Mission confirmed.

(tense ambient music)

(door clicking)

(upbeat music)

- What can I get you?

- Nothing for now.

- All right, let me

know when you're ready.

(upbeat music continues)

(tense ambient music)

(tense ambient music continues)

- Richie, Richie, Richie. (laughing)

Set me up with two more of

these when you get a chance.

- [Richie] All right, coming up.

- Oh.

- Rough day?

- Rough f*cking life, man.

I mean, really?

What the f*ck's been going on these days?

- [Richie] You're telling me.

- How you doing?

(clearing throat) I said, how you doing?

- Hello.

- Tell me, what's a, what's

a pretty girl like you

doing in a sh*thole like this.

It's a compliment, sweetie.

- Thank you.

- So what's your name?

- Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

(tense ambient music)

(people laughing and chattering)

- Hey, I was hoping we could

finish our conversation,

you know, from, from earlier.

I'm Alan.

What was your name again?

- Thank you for your interest in me,

but for the rest of the night,

I would prefer to be left alone.

- I'm, I'm just asking for your name.

You know, it's really f*cking rude

not to share when someone asks.

(Vel breathing heavily)

Just wanna talk.

- (breathing heavily)

Please leave me alone.

- Why are you being like this?

Why are all of you like this now?

When a good guy is just

trying to say some-

(Alan gasping)

(knife scraping)

- What the f*ck is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry.

- You don't know how to listen?

- We, we, we were just talking.

- I asked if you knew how

to listen, m*therf*cker.

- I'm really sorry.

We, we we're just talking

and I, I'm a little drunk.

- Yeah?

- I, I, I-

- You ain't using this,

so I can have it, right?

- [Alan] No, no, no, no.

(Vel breathing heavily)

Just wanna go.

- Get the f*ck outta here.

(Vel breathing heavily)

On three, you're gonna breathe

it in as deep as you can.

One, two, three.

(inhaler spraying)

(Vel coughing)

One more time.

One, two.

(inhaler spraying)

(Vel breathing heavily)

There you go.

Nice and easy.

In and out,

just like a breeze.

- Should I call 911?

- No, she just needs a second.

But get her some water, no ice.

- Never knew that Los Angeles air

could taste so good, right?

Oh, thank you.

Okay, take it slow.

(tense ambient music)

Let's try this again.

I'm gonna pour a little into

your mouth, very little.

Relax your throat and open it,

but don't breathe it in like the inhaler.

Two tubes in here, remember?

First husk?

It's okay.

- How did you know?

- I have done everything there is

to do on this planet,

all kinds of weird sh*t,

but the one thing I

haven't done is squatted

on the floor some of some sh*thole bar,

teaching a 25 to 35-year-old woman

how to drink water.

Human infants are born

knowing how to swallow.

- Technically, this is my second husk.

- Yeah, first few always go quickly.

Training wheels.

Does this one have a name?

- Her name was Vel.

- Vel is good.

I call myself Mauro.

So Vel, wanna go somewhere

where we can talk privately?

- I don't know.

- Oh come on.

It's not like I can k*ll you.

(dramatic synth music)

- [Vel] Everything is so strange,

so overwhelming, and I

can't get my bearings.

It feels like I'm falling,

or like I'm going to fail.

(dramatic synth music continues)

He's not what I expected,

not how they described.

Maybe I've already failed.

(door clicking)

(door clicking)

- Have a seat.

(objects clattering)

Coffee?

- I'm not sure I like coffee.

- [Mauro] Of course you do.

You just don't know it yet.

(match striking)

(Mauro coughing)

- Don't those cause cancer?

- This one already has cancer

and it's spreading like wildfire.

So Vel, although it is

exceedingly wonderful

to finally have one of my very own kind

right here in my own home,

sitting at my table,

I have to ask, out of the trillions

and trillions of habitable planets

spread across this ever-expanding,

supposedly indifferent, but

clearly antagonistic universe,

why the f*ck are you here?

(tense ambient music)

You know, at first I thought

maybe you were a soldier

sent here to rough me up or whatever,

but after your stellar

performance at the bar,

it's clear you didn't study human combat.

Then I thought you were a spy

sent here to watch me.

(alarm ringing)

But again, it's clear you don't

have the training for that.

- That's surprisingly potent.

- Wait till you try french

fries, drugs, and sex.

So what brings you to this dull hell?

- Same as you.

- You're a scientist?

- Yes.

- Son of a b*tch.

And what were you researching

that was so upsetting

they exiled you here?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- [Mauro] Why, are you

afraid they're listening?

(tense ambient music)

- Yes.

- Well, of course they're listening.

They're always listening.

We were always listening.

Remember?

Floating just beyond the edges

of what these pieces of sh*t can perceive.

But that's all right.

You can give me a depressing

life story when you're ready.

- What were you researching

that was so upsetting

they exiled you here?

- [Delilah] Dad?

- In here sweetie.

There she is.

How's my little buttercup doing?

- Fine.

- Yeah?

You finish your homework?

- Of course.

- Finish your other homework?

- Yes.

- Yeah, well, let me see.

Wow.

Yeah, that is God.

Look at that line work.

- Stop.

- No, what am I raising Da Vinci here?

- Hey, that's enough.

- No, no.

Delilah, I want you to

meet my new friend, Vel.

Vel here is just like your dear old dad.

- Hi, Vel.

- Hello, Delilah.

- So you can give us a few more minutes

and then as soon as we're done,

I promise you and I will watch

that dumb a*s show you like.

- Fine, but it's not dumb.

- It's not smart either.

Mmm, don't forget to take your medicine.

- Blue pill or white pill.

- Blue pill.

- It's always blue.

- Watch it.

One day it'll be white.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

- She's human.

- Yeah.

Simple enough.

One of my old husks from a while back

had a little baby girl, so I kept it.

- As a pet?

- As a companion.

Got something for you.

Go to a little convenience

store, not a big one,

pick up the essentials,

food, water, tampons, whatever.

You know that much, right?

Don't go using her credit cards anymore.

They'll be looking for your husk soon.

- Thank you.

- Ah, it's nothing.

Believe me, you don't want

to change husks as much

as I did in the beginning.

It's a crap sh**t, and you end

up with a bunch of garbage,

but once you get good at it,

(match striking)

you'll drift toward the healthy ones,

well, healthier ones,

but hey, the one you got now, rock solid,

so take good care of this.

- Right.

- What?

- At the bar,

I'm certain I did everything right.

I even smiled.

And yet he still accosted me.

Is it because of this husk,

because of how I look?

- No, and yes.

How do you feel?

- At first, when he cornered me,

I felt fear.

- [Mauro] And now?

- Anger.

- Good.

Soon you'll understand.

So another cup of coffee tomorrow?

(soft upbeat music)

(soft upbeat music continues)

(tense ambient music)

- [Vel] There's a hostility woven

into the fabric of this world.

All of them hate something or someone,

even if that someone is themselves.

What is the purpose of all that rage?

What does it change?

Maybe there is no purpose.

(door clicking)

(pen scratching)

(tense ambient music)

- [Voice] Mission three, report.

- Mission three, find him,

observe him, complete.

- [Voice] What information was gathered

regarding his research?

- None.

- [Voice] Mission three, failed.

- This isn't a simple task.

Everything about this place is-

- [Voice] Your mission was

to find him, observe him,

and gather information

regarding his research.

No information was gathered.

Mission failed.

Mission four objective,

uncover his research,

lean of its application,

and report back.

- Once I do this,

can I leave this place, this body?

Can I come home?

Mission confirmed.

(tense ambient music)

(dramatic synth music)

(dramatic synth music continues)

- Oh, and the m*therf*ckers think

an alien is a little green

man with big black eyes

or a giant squid from outer space.

Imagine, we evolve beyond space and time,

beyond physical form.

The first thing we do when we get here

is inhabit a tentacle monster

who wants to f*ck a Japanese girl.

Mmm.

And you know, they've got a term here,

ill*gal aliens.

You know who they are?

- No.

- Mexicans, Salvadorians,

Haitians, Indians,

the Lebanese, the Vietnamese.

Basically anyone with a

year-round tan and an accent.

- Who are the legal aliens?

- They own property on the West Side.

There's no logic to it,

there's never been any logic to it,

and it's getting worse.

- Well, it appears you've

gotten accustomed to it.

You even seem comfortable here.

- Comfortable?

f*cking comfortable?

I have seen the edges of the universe.

I've seen stars consume planets.

I've f*cking seen gravity.

But for thousands of vomitous,

putrid, stinking years,

I've been stuck here on two legs

in solitary confinement,

forced to observe the world

through teeny tiny pinholes

in my skull that are only able

to see the same versions of red, blue,

yellow, over and over again.

You know, when these husks die,

it's the only time I feel like myself,

when I feel, just for a few seconds,

a brief moment, like me,

and I can see,

(tense ambient music)

home.

Then I hit a f*cking wall and

they send me right back here

and stuff me into another prison

made of blood and bones and diseased meat.

Comfortable, yeah.

See how comfortable you are

after you've died 15

times of a heart attack

or lost another foot to diabetes,

or, or

or, or been called a

witch and burned alive,

all because you're a scientist?

- I'm sorry.

- Just being a cry baby.

Don't let me ruin this for you.

You'll find out soon enough on your own.

- I was researching time.

- That's forbidden.

- I know.

I told them.

Look, the beginning is the end

and the end is the beginning,

and it's all happening at once,

even as we speak.

- And infinite beings don't like the sound

of endings, do they? (laughing)

- No, so now I'm here.

- Truth is the burden of the job.

- So what were you researching?

- Language.

Specifically, how the description

of a thing becomes the thing.

- I don't understand.

- For as fragile and

disappointing as these husks are,

they do possess one quality

that I'm particularly fascinated with.

What they think and how they

think is intrinsically linked

to their language, and they

have nearly no control over it.

See, if I say flower,

(gentle music)

forest,

mountain,

sky,

you saw all that in your head, didn't you?

You had no control over it.

Our kind doesn't experience this.

We didn't use to experience it,

but now with these bodies, these husks,

our mind creates this,

and this is really gonna f*ck you up.

If we read something,

the human mind has to create it.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle synth music)

Saw it, didn't you?

Whether it was perched on a

park bench or a tree branch,

or floating in the sky.

Whether it was white, brown,

black, doesn't matter.

Your mind created that bird.

(gentle synth music continues)

(bird chirping)

- And like us, these

bodies are physical matter.

- [Mauro] Yep.

- Atoms begin to vibrate in their minds.

- Heart rate increases,

temperature rises, pupils dilate.

A measurable impact on physical matter,

all because of a thought.

- It's becoming real.

- The description of the

thing is becoming the thing.

See, right now they call

it imagination as a way

of making a distinction between

what they believe is reality

and what happens in here,

in the consciousness.

That's like taking an

empty glass to the ocean,

filling it with ocean water,

and pointing it to the glass and saying,

"Oh, this ain't ocean water anymore."

(laughing) That's f*cking

ridiculous, right?

Of course it's ocean water.

It's just in a different container.

So, if reality is the ocean-

- Consciousness is a glass

filled with ocean water,

just another container for reality,

- A bird in their mind,

quantum mechanically speaking

is becoming real and measurable.

All because of these husks.

- Because of a single word.

(dramatic synth music)

(waves crashing)

So what's the application

of your research?

- Don't know yet, but whatever

it is, it'll be a gift.

Maybe I'll conjure the

most perfect birthday cake

and when this husk dies,

I'll bring it with me

and we'll eat it up there

before they kick me out

and send me back to this sh*thole.

Hmm.

No, picture this.

Blue car,

(tense music)

black mask, red blood.

Know what we're gonna do?

- [Vel] What?

- We're gonna rob those m*therf*ckers.

Good old fashioned mugging,

get some f*cking payback

for what they've done to us.

Then we'll hop into that

blue car and speed off.

How's that sound?

- I like it.

- I knww you were one of the good ones.

You know it's funny, all

these human languages,

so small,

but what if they had a better language,

a more complete language?

Then they could conjure anything.

(door creaking)

(door clicking)

(gentle synth music)

- I've never seen our

language transcribed.

- Not transcribed, quantified.

- It's an equation.

- Bingo.

What do you see there?

(gentle music continues)

- Energy, dispersed energy

collapsing in on itself.

- No, not collapsing,

being pulled together

by an incredible force.

- What force?

- No f*cking clue.

I was hoping you could

help me figure that out.

Let's solve it,

me and you together.

Yes, Vel, they're listening.

They see all of this.

What does it matter?

We're already in hell.

What can they do to us

they haven't done already?

- Why are you doing this,

any of it?

What are you after?

- I'm a scientist,

no matter what planet I'm on,

no matter what body I'm in,

that's what I am through and through.

You said you are too.

Well, you know what, Vel, a

scientist seeks knowledge,

strives to understand

and thus contribute to the universe.

But if you aren't doing that,

some of your existence is

zero,

nothing at all.

Truth is the burden of the job.

So, think it over.

You know how to get here.

(match striking)

Door's always open.

(dramatic synth music)

- [Vel] How does a being

endure life that's so small?

How do they find meaning

in any of their efforts

or choices, their thoughts?

And seemingly they make no

difference to the universe.

Our lives are so short.

It's like they don't even exist.

Two nights in a husk

and I'm beginning to

wonder if I even exist.

(dramatic synth music continues)

- No.

See, these two always come together.

Separately, they make no sense at all,

but put 'em together,

now the whole sequence resolves itself.

See?

(door clicking)

Look, sweetie, it's daddy's friend.

Mind if we show you work?

- That's cool.

- Hear that, Vel?

It's cool if you wanna take a look.

Isn't that beautiful?

- Stop.

- No, I'm serious.

Vel is the only other

native speaker in the room.

Wouldn't you say this is top notch work?

- Yes. It's beautiful.

- Yeah, I told you.

- Fine.

Maybe it's okay.

- It's g*dd*mn perfect.

Now if you'd give us

a few minutes, please.

- Sure.

- [Mauro] Don't forget

to take your medicine.

- Blue or white?

- [Mauro] Blue.

- Hmm.

Love you.

- Love you too.

I heard a great report on

the radio the other day

about the impact of barometric pressure

on the bezier curve of-

(door clicking)

- Does she understand what she's writing?

- Not a word of it, but

she thinks it's pretty

like calligraphy or some

sh*t. (laughing and coughing)

Sorry about that.

So you're here.

- I'm here.

- And?

- I decided that if I'm

gonna be of any use to you,

you're gonna have to explain this to me,

all of it,

and from the beginning.

(dramatic synth music)

What do you do when your

language falls short,

when your physics is weak,

when your science is broken?

what do you do when every day,

every night feels like a copy

of a copy of a copy?

(dramatic synth music continues)

What do you do when you need something,

but the universe failed to create it.

You create it yourself.

(dramatic synth music continues)

It's speeding up.

- What?

- The waves.

There.

(wind whooshing)

As the particles are

pulled toward the center,

they coalesce into waves and speed up.

- The sphere of influence.

Stronger toward the center?

- Exactly.

- g*dd*mn.

Never noticed that.

This is good.

- Thank you.

- Is that your first involuntary smile?

- Yes.

- What do you feel?

- Pride, and happiness.

Maybe even a little hope,

although I'm not sure why.

- Good.

Soon you'll understand.

- Understand what?

(Mauro coughing)

Your husk is dying.

- (coughing) I know.

(match striking)

You know, they've created the technology

to order a triple cheeseburger.

That's three f*cking patties, by the way.

While the archive footage

of a celebrity funeral from 30 years ago,

halfway across the globe is beamed

to your 60-inch flat screen TV,

all while a Roomba does a sh*t job,

scurrying around your

floor, trying to clean it,

but they still haven't

found a way to cure cancer.

- You should rest.

- You should rest.

You don't want your house

to end up like mine.

I'm serious.

Go, go.

You can work on this tomorrow.

- Thank you.

- For what?

Kicking you out?

- For trying to make this

life as painless as possible,

for giving me something to

do even in the short term.

- No sweat.

You'd do the same for me, right?

(dramatic synth music)

(door clicking)

(pen scratching)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(crickets chirping)

(door clicking)

There is no need to cry.

Mauro will be back.

Your father will be back,

just in a different shell.

- I know.

I'm still gonna miss this one.

(tense ambient music)

- There is a powerful

force that governs so many

of the things they do.

(doors clicking)

It compels them, drives them forward,

and clouds their judgment.

They call it love

and sometimes it makes

them do dangerous things.

(tense ambient music continues)

(body thudding)

(tense ambient music continues)

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(dramatic synth music)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(keys clacking)

(keys clacking)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic synth music)

(man grunting)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(man groaning)

(dramatic synth music continues)

(heart beating)

(birds chirping)

(crickets chirping)

(tense ambient music)

(tense ambient music continues)

(tense ambient music continues)

(dishes clattering)

Thank you for the food.

- You're welcome.

(pills rattling)

- I'll be back later.

- Okay.

(tense ambient music)

(door beeping and clicking)

(ominous music)

(Vel gasping)

(Vel grunting)

(Vel breathing heavily)

(inhaler spraying)

(ominous music continues)

(inhaler spraying)

- Mission four, report.

(ominous music)

Mission four, report.

- I've been engaging with him

so that I could learn more about-

- But you did not report.

- I was waiting until

I had more information.

- What's the nature of his research?

- It's our language written down

and brought into the physical world,

but you already knew that.

- What's its application?

- I don't know.

- What is its application?

- I don't know.

We don't know yet.

We have our pieces, fragments

involving incredible amounts

of energy, but we have

to do more research.

- Mission four, failed.

Mission five objective,

cease all research of any kind,

effective immediately.

- Mission confirmed.

- Mission five, report.

- Mission five,

cease all research-

- Of any kind.

- Of any kind.

Complete.

Mission six objective,

destroy the lab and destroy the research.

- The research is harmless.

He is harmless and poses no threat to you.

Please.

- Mission six objective,

destroy the lab and destroy the research.

(tense ambient music)

If you fail this mission,

you'll never see the stars again.

You'll never hear the song

of the black hole ever again.

We'll leave you here on

this decrepit planet,

chained to a husk that will die

over and over again

until the atmosphere is burned away

and everything in this

insignificant world turns to ash.

And when it does, we'll find some other

useless planet filled

with useless creatures

and throw you away again.

If you fail this mission,

you will never come home.

Ha!

- Mission confirmed.

(tense ambient music)

(tense ambient music continues)

(ominous music)

(door clicking)

(dramatic synth music)

(door clicking)

- You son of a b*tch.

You had me worried, thinking you had died

and become some g*dd*mn

shepherd in Romania,

which really isn't as bad as it sounds.

Trust me.

This is some incredible work here.

Really, just beautiful.

If only we could figure

out where it all begins.

- What's its application?

- [Mauro] What?

- Our research, the

equation, what's it for?

- I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine.

- Mauro,

why do they fear your work?

Why do they fear you?

- Vel, I wouldn't lie to you.

I cross my heart.

I really don't know the

application, but I do have a theory.

- Tell me.

- I think that if we could

just find that, that spark,

that teeny tiny little place

or instant that sets all of

this into motion, then I believe

that we can build a theory

that explains anything,

or more accurately a theory of everything,

every single thing in this universe,

seen or unseen, whatever can be fathomed,

an entire reality right here,

becoming more and more real

because of this equation,

so if we can just solve this m*therf*cker,

just finish it, then whatever

happens to these bodies,

this world, wherever they dump us,

wherever they try to

imprison us, it won't matter

because our reality, whatever we want,

will still exist.

- Contained in consciousness.

- The only husk that never dies.

(dramatic synth music)

What's behind your back, Vel?

(tense ambient music)

- Please move.

(monitor shattering)

(dramatic synth music)

- No!

(head thudding)

(dramatic synth music)

(tense ambient music)

- I'm sorry.

(tense ambient music continues)

(monitor shattering)

(Vel grunting)

(Vel breathing heavily)

(monitors shattering)

(Vel screaming)

(dramatic synth music continues)

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(cane thudding)

(door clicking)

(pen scratching)

(tense ambient music)

(paper ripping)

- [Voice] Mission six, report.

- Mission six,

destroy the lab,

destroy the research, complete.

Can I come home now?

I did what you asked of me.

I followed every command, every time.

(tense ambient music)

Please, please.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

I, I can't do this.

I can't exist in, in

this place, in this body.

Please. (sobbing)

(tense ambient music continues)

No, no, no, no!

(tense ambient music continues)

(Vel screaming)

(Vel sobbing)

(dramatic synth music)

I used to think that

hell was a planet filled

with billions of people,

people trying so desperately to survive

that they were willing

to tear each other apart.

I was wrong.

Hell is in a dying city or a dark cave.

It's not even a raging fire

that burns for eternity.

Hell isn't a physical pain.

(dramatic synth music continues)

Hell is being trapped in your own mind

with horrible thoughts,

completely and utterly...

alone.

(soft music)

You'll survive

With my heart

A different night

You're dressed in white

- Can I help you?

- I need you to hurry it up,

- But I'm still shopping.

- You either buy something

or you can leave right now,

- But I'm just looking.

- I know what you're trying to do

and I'm not gonna stand for it.

So get what you want to get and pay for it

or you can leave right now.

Got it?

- Got it.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tense ambient music)

- [Man] This is robbery.

Give me your f*cking money.

Empty the f*cking register.

Empty the f*cking register now!

Empty the f*cking register!

(all shouting)

(g*n firing)

(tense ambient music continues)

(door bells ringing)

(doors clicking)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(tense ambient music continues)

(door bells ringing)

(tense ambient music continues)

- Help me...

please.

(tense ambient music continues)

(water running)

- Maybe I'll conjure the

most perfect birthday cake

and when this husk dies,

I'll bring it with me

and we'll eat it up there

before they kick me out

and send me back to this sh*thole.

Hmm.

No, I know.

Picture this.

Blue car, black mask, red blood.

(tense ambient music)

Saw all that in your head, didn't you?

Had no control over it.

(tense ambient music)

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(tense ambient music continues)

(wind whooshing)

(crickets chirping)

(dogs barking)

(door clicking)

(dramatic synth music)

(door clicking)

- Mauro.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

What you got over there?

- I solved it.

We were looking at it all wrong.

Time folds in on itself, flowing forwards

and backwards simultaneously.

The equation is no different.

- It's time to take your medicine.

- Blue or white?

- [Mauro] White.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

(door clicking)

Tell me what you see.

- We need to rebuild some

of the original equation,

but energy isn't being pulled

toward a central point.

It's moving away from it,

hurdling through space and

time with infinite speed

and incredible force.

I mean, it's just as much as

a beginning as it is an end,

like an expl*si*n.

(dramatic synth music)

(wind whooshing)

Like a b*mb.

(knife stabbing)

(Vel grunting)

(dramatic synth music)

(Vel gasping)

(Vel breathing heavily)

You don't hate this place.

You hate us.

(dramatic synth music continues)

(Vel breathing heavily)

- What do you call a

being that's everywhere,

that sees everything,

a being that watches you at home, at work,

in the shower, when you masturbate,

when you steal a grape

from the grocery store,

when you jaywalk, when you

microwave your f*cking leftovers?

(Vel breathing heavily)

A being that knows when you're scared

and alone and in pain,

a being that can be anyone

and do anything, but

chooses to do nothing?

You know what I call that being?

I call that m*therf*cker useless,

and I don't know about you,

but I don't need useless things.

- (breathing heavily) You

might destroy everything.

- Everything?

This is f*cking everything right here.

And right here.

(tense ambient music)

(Vel breathing heavily)

(tense ambient music continues)

(Vel grunting)

(tense ambient music continues)

(Vel breathing heavily)

(inhaler thudding)

(Vel breathing heavily)

(pills rattling)

- What do you feel?

- Believe me, you don't

want to change husks

as much as I did in the beginning.

It's a crap sh**t and end

up with a bunch of garbage.

But once you get good at it,

you'll drift toward the

healthy ones,

well, healthier ones.

Don't forget to take your medicine.

- Blue pill or white pill.

- Mmm.

Blue pill.

- It's always blue.

- Watch it.

One day it'll be white.

(tense ambient music)

- What do you feel?

- (breathing heavily) Sadness.

- Now you understand what

it means to be human.

(tense ambient music continues)

(pills rattling)

(tense ambient music continues)

(Delilah grunting and coughing)

(body thudding)

(tense ambient music continues)

(Vel breathing heavily)

- [Vel] How does a being in

endure a life that's so small?

How do they find meaning

in any of their efforts,

their choices, their thoughts,

and seemingly they make no

difference to the universe.

(waves crashing)

Maybe it's the things they do

while they're here that matters.

Maybe it's the people they meet

and the lives they alter

that gives their short

chaotic lives meaning.

Maybe that is their purpose.

(waves crashing)

And maybe that's how they

know they truly exist.

(birds squawking)

(waves crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

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(wind whooshing)

(wind whooshing)

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