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

CONCEPTUALIZATION - This is a serious violation of the karaoke code.

YOU - I can't give up. I have to keep going, for Revachol...

DOLORES DEI - I always loved you for it -- but it could not save us. It could not make me stay. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You would be right to drown this shit in alcohol. Drown it... until your neurons depolarize. Until it's gone, melted.

YOU - No one wants to *do* anything with me... no one wants to party with me. KIM KITSURAGI - “Stay with me!” You feel burning hot tears streaming from your eyes. YOU - I don't want to be anymore. It hurts.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - As a police detective, he's like a magnetic reader on the world-tape -- to borrow a known metaphor. Harry's been pushed *flat against it*. Total input.

VOLITION - Any plan to call him Pinball or Kimball is immediately wiped from your neocortex, as if with some sort of mind altering device. It is simply not going to happen.

YOU - “I approve of this, very futuristic.” (Tap on the girls kissing.)

EMPATHY - And he's sorry he couldn't be what he wants to be -- a good person. His last line, his revenge on the world.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - Julia Dobreva came from Graad. Jean Abadanaiz was born in Revachol. She was brilliant, charismatic, a revolutionary comet. He was her partner and stabiliser, the planet who kept her in orbit.

YOU - I can't forget it. Even when I drank so much...

YOU - I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore.

INLAND EMPIRE - It's all gone now. You never became a poet or an entroponaut.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The funk soul brother at the back of his head has gone dark. Forever.

No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

KIM KITSURAGI - Never fuck with Kim Kitsuragi.

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.

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*.

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

KIM KITSURAGI - “*Sunrise, parabellum*,” the lieutenant says. He's in the middle of a freshly cleaned room, with the fan above his head like a halo. His face is covered in bruises.

No, I need to go back to a time when *love* was still possible.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Ah yes, 'protein mass' -- a scientific term from Graad, for a person terminally overexposed to the pale. Mouth open, catatonic, completely unable to return to the present.

PALEDRIVER - “What are we *doing* here? For thousands of years, Gabriel... It doesn't have to be like this. We can just give up. We can just become vapour.”

JOYCE MESSIER - “Of bodies of water and forest-covered surfaces, clusters of light where the cities lie. You've seen the montage, we all have -- this world is enough,” she concludes. CONCEPTUALIZATION - It *must* be. This is the greatest and kindest arrangement the atoms had in them.

Let's rock with our cock.

YOU - Revachol was founded to resolve history. It's the most important city in the world.

YOU - Suffering will only make me stronger. ENDURANCE - It's probably this way of thinking that got you where you are.

INLAND EMPIRE - You focus on the hug and for a moment everything feels serene. You hear her heart beating -- or perhaps it's your own. INLAND EMPIRE - I wonder how long has it been since you last hugged someone?

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.

YOU - …I don't want to masturbate on the street, okay? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Whatever, coward.

YOU - I don't want to get better -- I want to get worse.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - She was. There are even those who say that Advesperascit *summoned* Dolores Dei, or that it was built in preparation for her, centuries before her arrival...

PAYPHONE - You're not a revolutionary, Harry... You're drunk.

VOLITION - These guys are compromised. She's got them singing along to her tune. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can't trust them anymore.

Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.

YOU - “So I should just... just... get a hat and FUCK it, right?!” (Point at your head, where the hat should be.) “Engage in sexual intercourse with a hat right here in front of you, because you told me so? On the SEA ICE?!”

LIMBIC SYSTEM - No. It was *him*. *He* is the infernal engine, can't you see? He never stops. He only gets worse.

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.

INLAND EMPIRE - Why should we just leave and leave -- and the world get left behind?

JOYCE MESSIER - The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Showing up to work on time is *hard* -- no, scratch that, showing up to work *at all* is difficult.

YOU - No need for secrets. SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.

MEASUREHEAD - “THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A *LIVING* ORGANISM.”

ENCYCLOPEDIA - The South Safre conflict is an ongoing proxy war between Graad and Safre. It has been hot for 12 years with the atrocities piling on. Mostly committed by the Graad.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - And when you fall we will come to raise you up, bud from you, banner-like, blossom from you and carry you apart in a sky funeral. In honour of your passing. (But not me, because I am just a leaf eater.)

Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The pale, too, came with you. No one remembers it before you. The cnidarians do not, the radially symmetricals do not. There is an almost unanimous agreement between the birds and the plants that you are going to destroy us all.

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN

0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering billionaires still rule the world with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Kras Mazov *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.

VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.