MAP WALL - The ocean breaks apart into a tangle of cosines and azimuths, all pointing into pale nothingness. *Mundi* is the north azimuth; *Graad* is the northeast azimuth; *Samara* is the east azimuth; *Seol* is the west azimuth. *Isolas*, they're called.

BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You failed Elysium

YOU - “Do you wish you were out there fishing right now?” LILIENNE, THE NET PICKER - “Aye, always do... I like it. It's like being on another planet. A water planet. With water worries... and water joys.”

JEAN VICQUEMARE - That's right -- 'worried'. I'm always worried about you. Every time you don't show up to work, or when you do -- but *stink*.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - There's a satisfying crack as the cap comes off, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me.

YOU - “I need to go to the children, Kim. Girl Child Communism. Boy Child Freedom.” KIM KITSURAGI - “You mean we should do that *right now*, don't you?” the lieutenant asks, his usually even tone wavering slightly. “Can that be done *after* the murder investigation?”

When life closes a door, it opens a window. And if the fall is too steep, use the fire exit. Run to the roof -- you always have that airship on the dock. The most important thing is to keep moving. Keep dreaming.

“Everyone has their own method of coping, some more effective, or self-destructive, than others...” He gives you a meaningful look.

INLAND EMPIRE - Dora. The name feels like a *gift*. A gift that was meant for you -- to make it possible to live.

I'm a bad person. I believe I could have done anything.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - But as the sun sets, the shadows cast by those columns and arcades weave together to form an intricate umbral lattice. When you see it, you suddenly understand: It was all built for you, for *this very moment*.

DOLORES DEI - We don't have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out. The atoms don't form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters...

SHIVERS - The road ascends; a raised motorway loops above the ghetto. Beneath its concrete columns -- a sea of rooftops, woodwork, and tar stretches northward. Four-story buildings as far as the rain can fall. The snows melt in Jamrock.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans in confidentially. “You wouldn't be able to hear if he were wearing anal beads,” he whispers.

KIM KITSURAGI - “The pinball machine?” The lieutenant glances at the machine. “Gurdi's Goats. A classic.” REACTION SPEED - Oh it's more than just a classic -- a must-play. All serious pinballers have attempted a *tempo-run*.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - A solid guess, Mr. Racial Profiler!

Brother, you already *were* a ghost. Up there, screaming — along with all of them. Scaring each other. Haunting each other. It's the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don't rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. Leave them behind. Rest.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Dance till you drop. Dance till you die, if you must.

You shiver, and the city shivers with you.

And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.

KIM KITSURAGI - “You need to get your shit together.” YOU - “But I don't wanna get my shit together!” KIM KITSURAGI - “Then the world will turn away from you, and leave you behind.”

YOU - That's sad. LIMBIC SYSTEM - Yes, it is. And you drowned in that sadness a long time ago. YOU - What do you mean, “drowned”? LIMBIC SYSTEM - You lost.

KORTENAER - “They fucking put Lely in a leaf compactor and now these cunts finished the job...” He waves at the gang huddled by the doors. PAIN THRESHOLD - There's real anguish in his voice. A drunken sadness suddenly engulfs him. Memories...

A tremendous loneliness comes over you. Everybody in the world is doing something without you.

BEAUTIFUL NECKTIE - Your heart is broken, *bratushka*. And it cannot be mended. Believe me, I've tried.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - Émile Mollins whispers: “You heard what happened to Tequila Sunset? In Martinaise?” ESPRIT DE CORPS - “Yes, he lost his mind,” Tillbrook answers, finger on the trigger. “Don't worry, Émile…”He pulls on it slowly. Slowly now... “He'll find it again.”

INLAND EMPIRE - You see a flash of teeth -- a young woman smiling at you, near some railway overpass in your ruined past. She is gorgeous. And she is *yours*.

EGG HEAD - “Skibadee, skibadanger! I am the rearranger!”

You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.

I can't believe I met you. I can't believe the happiness I feel with you. You have a vast, vast soul and I will always, always, always come back to it. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

DOLORES DEI - I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? You poverty-stricken fuck.

There is a radio in the distance. A radio of the world. Playing sounds - Good morning, Elysium. Soon you will return to the world.

ECHO MAKER - “Capital does not believe it can fail, which is why it must fail.” VOLITION - So young. So *unbearably* young… HALF LIGHT - Why do you see the two of them with their backs against a bullet-pocked wall, all of a sudden?

SHIVERS - Snow falls and there is no answer. Some things are not for mortals to know.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Harry... it explains *everything*. The running around. The jumping. The *shot-put*. Your inexplicable facial hair...”

YOU - I don't think anyone's being promiscuous with me. I wish they were, though.

Time to go to work in the shit factory!

Let's rock with our cock.

MEASUREHEAD - LOOK AROUND YOU. LOOK AT THE ADVANCEMENTS IN THE SEXUAL SCIENCES -- ALL THE NOVEL TECHNIQUES, ACCESSORIES, PRESERVATIVES, MASSAGE OILS, LUBRICATION SALVES, ABORTION CLINICS.. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Sounds *fun* -- it's high time you incorporated some of these things into your daily life

HALF LIGHT - Look at his shit-eating grin... He knows there's nothing you can do to him. He's bullying you and you are helpless. Kill him. Kill him now. He won't see death coming.

That we continue to persist at all is a testament to our faith in one another.

RHETORIC - You -- against the atom, the charm and the spin. Where the whole world failed -- matter failed to bend to human will; human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces -- you alone, single-handedly, will rebuild the dreams of the working class. You are The Last Communist.

You're *pursued* by a hunter. Smelling of apricots and sorrow. And the past.

VOLITION - I can't help you. I am totally useless. Everything I've said is lies. I want the exact same bad things you want. To stand here, like a pillar of salt.

EMPATHY - He was confused when he died. Confused and alone, most likely. Overcome with the awful surprise of it all.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you.

PALEDRIVER - “The look on her face -- like an orgasm. The wound in her chest. My hand in my father's hand...” She closes her eyes, her eyelids trembling. “Except I never had a father. And I never shot Her Innocence Dolores Dei.”

INLAND EMPIRE - The furnace has long been cold, despite itself. You're too sad to jerk off. This is not the first time this has happened, either. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Then it is truly over. You are beyond the help of the page-three girl. You are truly doomed.

Harry, I wanted to write you a letter, so you can read it when you wake up. Maybe it will make you happy. Every morning when I step out and you're asleep behind me, I find a little piece of sadness in me. I carry it in my chest down Voyager Road...