#thefire

[rockinjohnny]

The ELITES Don’t Want You to Know This! Why LA is REALLY Burning and How...

[guns-blazing]

CORNJIN TRUTHERS UNITE 💪💪

honestly i think the iidea of the meadows deteriorating slowly is rlly interesting too because i always considered it being a very quick thing but the comparison to the greenhouse and chujin's health.......ough the possibilities

Not sure if people have said this before (it’s probably common knowledge at this point and I’m just slow) but I JUST REALIZED.

AeroArtwork, at 07:40:12 in the Prismathon stream of UTY: “Uh, there’s still a little, uhm, secret here that I haven’t seen anybody— uh— figure out yet. Uhm— This monitor right here, uh, the image on there actually has a bit of a— a secret on it. It’s not a huge secret or anything, but a couple of things of connections I haven’t seen people put together on it yet.”

And then, after being asked if it’s a reference to the Microsoft hill background, just with a cave ceiling: “It’s not that it’s just a cave roof, uh, keep in mind considering how long the Steamworks has been going on for, and how old the place is. Wonder what that background’s based off of.”

For context, this is the monitor this whole thing is based on:

I have been way too into timelining UTY for a little while now, and realized— This is the Meadow.

It lines up timeline-wise, as according to Ceroba’s dialogue about Chujin and his garden, The Meadow became the Dunes as Chujin’s health deteriorated. Which means, the Meadow HAD to still be around when Chujin was working for the Steamworks, as that was before his health started to deteriorate.

Anyway. Tldr I just realized this and had to yap

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypno Frat House

This nerdy guy has always wanted to form a super frat of his own so I need a few guys to make it work because this is more than a dream come true experiment and I love that this is happening but the second shift.Something is happening to me as I bought this gorgeous place a beautiful house with many massive rooms to fill up with a boat load of guys to please me and do as only I can command because I meant to lead.Jensen wakes up in strange bed with white egg shelled color sheets covering his body as he is yawning at the sight of everything unfolding as the fear kicks in to him with the common sense and he jumps upward sitting up on the pillow. The room blows up an into multi colorful bath spectacle of beauty breathtaking showcase on the walls, floor and ceiling completely transfixing his attention attending with kaleidoscope affect spinning around, changing shapes and blinding him.

All four walls exploding with multiple super shiny colorful lights instantly ensnare him as he can’t stop staring, his eyes are unable to turn away his mind becomes much, all of his thoughts vanish in to the abyss of his mind as he goes blank.His body drops back to his bed in fear of all that is displayed to him as a giant hand is descending from the sky now nearly a few feet away from him and grab hold of his waist as it gets closer lifting him into the air swallowing him whole. The room growing as it is expanding by the minute as the doors lock closed sinking in to the fabric of the room, Jensen’s life is no longer of importance he is no even a man anymore just a mere person with presence overtaking him. He can no longer desire but to obey. In a blink of an eye his body is set on fire as chains rap over him and the chain holds him tight around thefire consuming everything in his path and he can’t deny it more then anything he is here longing for me, living to serve me.

His eyes slowly open up as he notices the man standing of feet over him stares at him with such lust, Jensen freaks out at him as he struggles to escape his unbearable and unbreakable grip in history as heat is only magnifying with resistance and that means so much. Eating him inside and outside as his soul is burn to the ground in a crisp the ashes left of it burns away destroying him to his core as all else ceases to matter at this point and I have fallen for this pathetic loser of a jock who’s body is a sign of a real champion and one day I will conquer him.

“How did you manage to get me here?”

“You drink far too much”

“Bastard! Listen to…”

“Shut up!”

“Mmmmmnnnnn”

“I love you!”

“Asshole”

“How did you expect that to happen?”

“You are a pretty boi”

“I am a masculine “

“Pussy”

“Say it again”

“Relax! Relax !”

“Stop controlling me”

“I can’t do that, you know the truth”

“I am your puppet “

“Do you love me?”

“Of course ! Damn”

“Your body is Godly”

“I worked hard on it “

“Yes daddy”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Why are you rock hard?”

“No! I am not hard”

“Denial!”

“Release me!”

“Fuck that!”

“Pppppllllllleeeeaaaaassssseeee”

“Will you serve me?”

“Nnnnnooooo!”

“I can feel your soul burn”

“The wick is dead “

“You resist me any longer”

“I am too strong..too”

“Smart? You are dumb as rocks and weak”

“Haha! Oh Yeah!”

The end

[defire]

Hi, I was just wondering what your advice might be for starting a whump blog?

Ok here's what I'd do if I were you! Always do things how they work for you though! (Grain of salt and all that) :)

Advice for starting a whump blog

Ask yourself what you want from your blog--to save ideas for yourself? Share your work? What kind of work do you want to share? I recommend choosing something you already do all the time that is just a consistent thing about you. (Mine is writing books, and lists.) This way, you'll be able to keep giving to the community without burning out because it's something you WANT to do.

Name your blog after your vibe (no pressure, you can change it). I just named myself defire because I like orange, people call me a firebrand, and "thefire" was taken.

If you don't want people seeing your content you can always change that setting (I think it's "visibility" or something.)

Make a masterpost with 1: what your blog shares, 2: Your favorite whump tropes, and 3: something about your personality that will probably be part of your interactions. (Optional. Mine is "I'm autistic and I want to reduce shame for survivors.") You can share some of these in your bio and some in the masterpost.

Pin the master post. If your blog evolves later you can always go back and edit it.

Share your posts/reblogs. If you want attention, look at how other people tag posts similar to yours, and use the same tags, that way you'll draw in people that are interested in that same content. i recommend sharing consistently if you want your account to have more followers.

Interact with the community (optional, but it provides a direct link to your personality.)

Just enjoy your collection :)

[breaking-thesound-barrier]

Boo.

-Ember

JESUS-

Fuck Ember you could’ve warned me!!

OOC:

@whereis-thefire

Srry I could have answered quicker I just kept forgetting- 😭

[damian-morningstar]

A spotlight fell onto a yellow rabbit causing everyone except Damian to laugh causing him to look horrorfied "jack!" He shoved rusty out of the way before using his powers against school rules "Jacky cmon cuz!" ...jack was his cousin he used his powers to teloport the light away "dami bud I'm fine just this curse " the jackal used his fire powers to cauterize the wounds trying to stop his cousin from falling to bits

Out Of The Fire

(closed starter for @damian-morningstar)

Velvette had never heard of Safe Haven before the invitation to come visit had arrived in her inbox. And that was the main reason she had read it. She was an important woman, and she got a lot of invitations to places that didn't matter. Often expecting her to show up for free.

This invitation had been different. Firstly, in that they had been upfront about requesting her fees for a consultation, and their intention to pay all of her travel expenses. Secondly, that it had been from a school. And thirdly, that Voxel searching the place had only come up with the cryptic notion that Demons could not get in to the... City? Country? Realm apart in space and time? Whatever the fuck it was, it was supposed to be some kind of ultra protected place.

Her first reply had been to confirm that they knew what she was. A Sinner. A Demon. An Overlord.

When they had assured her that that would not be a problem, and she would be safe while on school grounds, Velvette was definitely intrigued.

And now she was there, pulling her wheeled luggage behind her and being escorted by a flirtatious fox.

A bell rang, and suddenly the halls were full of children. At all of 5'4", Velvette was small by the standards of most Sinners. it was a little embarrassing how much being in a literal school meant there were people her own height around.

[okcoolthanks]

I just finishd eoisode 89 of tma ougggjhh i love thefire womab so much

HER!!!!!! Yeah she’s neat!!

[kennybow]

With Four Legs we have his beast, bitten out by TheWolf. He bites him on the daily, they call him the antichrist, HIS juxtaposition is.. follow the beast of TheNew, not of the old, his path is straight, HIS heart is plentiful. TheFire is burning, only Kent is around the Fires. Now why is that sesus? I presumed not to know, where are the fires sesus. Stop capitalizing the exiled named, he shall be named Jesus. So KENT can live in his higher evolved than sesus' agenda. Your heaven falls to the Earth, MY HEAVEN LASTS FOREVER! Do not presume to understand my text by that summary your biased father made child.

Just listen Kenneth : %fp12-4*2000(4.5_+1.2=4sextillion

[wriringramrles]

Now Sito's plateau i adore. All the sito chapters are my absolute favorite. Her first entrance is a wild one. Dan is meandering the streets of kinnesburg, freshly off the riverboat and making his way theough the big city. With crashing and barking and thefiring of guns, he is nearly bowled right over by a coyote headed woman, bleeding from a wound to the arm and looking for an escape. He helps her, she bolts away, and then the posse led by none other than Everest Tempanieum arrives. He attempts to misdirect them, but Tempanieum is too smart for that, and shortly after a powerful mundaneity field is cast, rendering dans magic useless, hes getting his ass kicked. Then that woman returns, fights off the posse. Tempanieum doubles the field. This is enough to cause dans soul to start slipping. He is a skeleton, his bones bound together by his soul. And thats magic. Mundaneity fields dampen magic. So hes nearly a goner, but sitos too poweful for that. She takes physical hold of the field and weaves it to her purpose, creating a potent energy whip to call her plateau to her. And so the ground telescopes up, phasing through the crowded streets, and dan and sito are now safe and sound on sitos plateau. Technically, shes the plateaus sito, more than the other way around. They travel, shes taking him to the other side so that he can continue his journey. The mechanics behind the plateau are SO much fun to me. The sun does weird things like go up and come back down too fast or stay in one place for too long.. anyways, so they reach the other side and sito calls up her friend amos, a vengeful wandering wizard with one arm and a cat. (Her name is moonshine and shes based on my own cat.) Despite some trepidation due to his previous bad experiences with wizards, dan quickly warms to amos as he tells his tale. Hes searching for some people to put paid to a longtime debt (hes killing everyone who was associated with a cult that he was in when he was younger, the leader csffrey who was like an older sister to him manipulated him into all kinds of terrible things before he got out) and out of all those folks, he only has two left, Sarah caffrey herself, and one other. So they agree to travel together. Meanwhile theres a monsoon, which is a celebration and a terror for the desert plateau, because these things called wretcheds lurk in the dark and the rain, and sito is the only one who can keep them at bay. So after they soak in the rain for a bit, sito has to go fight, which, the feral woman loves it. Dan and amos stay safe in the tent and talk more. As a wizard himself, Amos knows plenty about the actual mechanics behind the skeletonization spell, and gives dan some information he didnt have before, like that his soul is what attatches him, and that the flesh he left behind took half his senses (taste, smell, half of touch) and built itself a makeshift skeleton out of cartilige, with sharp cartilige teeth, and thats what we call zombies. Neat little bit of lore, aye? Anyways, monsoons over, they plan to head out the next day. Not so! Shortly after, the people who had stolen sito from the plateau before (thats ehy she was in Kinnesburg) come back. They capture sito and amos, and scatter dans bones, trampling and leaving him . I follow sitos perspective as shes taken to their camp and tortured, (her bones are unbreakable and she heals swiftly, but shey put a nail through her knee joint. This is because MY knees always hurt.) And she has no reason to think dan is coming for her, the plateau is a wild and lawless place. But sure enough she hears hints of banjo music across the desert wind and then the weather starts. So Dan gets her and amos out of there, he's totally expended his magical energy and is exhausted, but they make it back to their camp, which sito moves then to safety. Correction, the camp stays in one place and the plateau moved around it. Ill tell ye more tomorrow, im nearly asleep.

[therealimintobooks]

#BlogTour ~ Throne of Gods by J.A. Culican @SDBookTours

The Gods may think they own the fire soldiers, but they have no idea of the inferno that’s coming.     Fire Soldier Throne of Gods Book 1 by J.A. Culican Genre: Epic Fantasy, Paranormal Romance             The Gods may think they own the fire soldiers, but they have no idea ofthe inferno that’s coming. I was born from Ares with thefire given to him from his one true love. Though the Gods…

[run-aled]

RED VALLEY: SEASON 2 EPISODE 2‘Premium Dead Forever’

[transcript]

SCENE 1

2020. BRYONY AND GORDON PACETHROUGH RED VALLEY - FROMOUTSIDE, THROUGH THE BASE, TO THEFIRE DOOR TO THE FACILITY.

BRYONY: -Are you recording this as well?

GORDON: Oh, um, yeah, if that's okay-

BRYONY: Yes, it's fine. Can you carry this?

GORDON: Oh, sure, sure. Bryony, is it just you?

BRYONY: Yes.

GORDON: Oh right, I just thought– well, maybe it was time-

BRYONY: It is time. Grace and Pamela are following ontomorrow.

GORDON: Oh, ah, great! So, we… I mean y… -you're goingto - to wake him up-

BRYONY: If he's still in one solid piece, yes, that's the plan.

GORDON: Great.

BRYONY: Is my room made up?

GORDON: The quarters in the base, yes, unless you'd like thefarmhouse-

BRYONY: Are you still staying in the farmhouse?

GORDON: Um, yes-

BRYONY: My quarters will be fine.

THEY WALK IN SILENCE FOR A TIME.

BRYONY: So. How have you been?

GORDON: Um. Fine. Had a lot to learn, and a lot of time to thi-

BRYONY: Everything's up and running I assume.

GORDON: Yes, yes, yes, I have a rota I made, making sure Igo through each area systematically every otherday.

BRYONY: And the archiving? How is that going?

GORDON: It's a mammoth task, there's so much and it's sodisorganised, every time I think I've found astarting point something else terrifying and horriblepops up! I mean, fascinating. Fascinating and ve-

BRYONY: I'm sure a lot of it is terrifying and horrible to theuninitiated, Gordon. However, you are initiated,aren't you?

GORDON: I suppose I am.

BRYONY: So, you're not having any problems with it? Thesuffering and the viscera and the blood and so on?

GORDON: No. No.

BRYONY COMES TO A STOP.

BRYONY: Excellent. Look, you've been working hard and I'vehad a long trip so I thought we might do somethingfun tonight.

GORDON: I'm sorry?

BRYONY: Fun. Something I think you'll enjoy.

GORDON: Oh, umm. Sure?

BRYONY: Great. I'm going to unpack and get changed and I'llsee you in the cryosuite at 7, shall I?

GORDON: The cryosuite?

BRYONY WALKS AWAY. SHE CALLSBACK TO HIM.

BRYONY: Wear something comfortable.

GORDON: Oh.

CUT.

SCENE 2

2020. BRYONY AND GORDON ARE INTHE CRYO SUITE, AT THE VERY END OFTHE FACILITY.

BRYONY: - and then just leave it there, you'll need yourhands.

GORDON: Okay, yep.

BRYONY: Blue Sky, are you recording this?

THE TINKLE OF THE BLUE SKY IDENT.

BLUE SKY: Recording.

BRYONY: Good. Help me with this. It'll need a bit of welly.

SOME SHUFFLING AND THE CLANGINGOF METAL LATCHES BEING RELEASED.

BRYONY: Right. I think we're ready.

GORDON: Sorry, I... erm… what's...what are we doing?

BRYONY: Do you know the name Lord Conrad Havershire?Of course you don't. He was the founder of theHavershire dairy empire in Devon and Cornwall.Mainly famed for yoghurt. The Yoghurt Lord of thesouth west.

GORDON: Right.

BRYONY: Anyway, in his later years he cultivated ahandsome tumour the size of a cherry in histemporal lobe and promptly made arrangementswith an American cryonics company called ColdState, a ghastly name, no wonder it didn't last.Cold State was hoovered up by Wheelhouse, andwas absorbed into Overhead in 1998. And soOverhead took responsibility for Cold State'sremaining residents, including the Yoghurt Lord.

GORDON: And he's in here.

BRYONY: Shrewdly observed.

GORDON: But we can't just...open him up... surely we haveto...there must be processes, you need yourteam...

BRYONY: We're not waking him up, Gordon.

GORDON: We're not?

BRYONY: He's very dead.

GORDON: But you'll be exposing him to the elements, you'llcompromise his cryostatic field...

A CREAK AND SNAPPING OF CRUSTEDICE AS BRYONY LIFTS THE LID ON THEPOD.

GORDON: Or not, that's fine I suppose.

BRYONY: You'll not have heard of the Havershire dairyempire in recent years because ConradHavershire was simultaneously one of the world'sleading optimists and narcissistic bastards. Soconvinced was he that medical breakthroughs thatcould return him to health and prosperity were justaround the corner, he had his mind and bodycryonically frozen after his demise and refused toname an heir to his company and fortune.Obviously, that sat rather poorly with both hisshareholders and customers, and the companyduly tanked. I believe they still make rocket lollies.

GORDON: Okay.

BRYONY: Jeremy Havershire is the long-suffering eldest sonof Lord Conrad and as you might imagine hasgrown somewhat… impatient for his father'sresurrection. He approached us recently after hislawyers spotted a little addendum to Conrad'scontract with Cold State - that every 15 years thecompany was obliged to carry out a checkup. Tomake sure the body was still perfectly preservedand that nothing had gone wrong with the storageprocess. The date of that 15-year checkup is?

GORDON: Today.

BRYONY: Correct.

GORDON: But… I've read how you would survey a cryonicpatient's body, they would need to be constantlyimmersed in liquid nitrogen

BRYONY: Yes, yes, yes.

GORDON: while you exposed parts of the body for theabsolute minimum time necessary, we've justexposed his whole body, we've increased the riskof crystallisation on the re-freeze by anunacceptable amount-

BRYONY: Gordon, your study is admirable but your concernis quite misplaced. His son has paid mydepartment a considerable amount to ensure theresults of this analysis are...decisive.

GORDON: You're killing him?

BRYONY: Gordon.

GORDON: No, I know, he's dead, but... any chance in thefuture that...

BRYONY: Let's disabuse ourselves of some notionsregarding cryonic preservation, and far morerelevantly, death. Here's the thing about death. It'sdeath. You can read every clickbait fluff piece fromNew Scientist about the incremental stages of it,cell death, brain death, and how we might slowthose down; theories of how you could one daystop them altogether. Some of them might evenmake some sense. But not to the Yoghurt Lord. Hehad a grade 4 inoperable hand grenade go off inhis head the same year Last of the Mohicanscame out and the process he paid so much for…left quite a bit to be desired. Look at his eyes. Goon.

GORDON: Oh, they're...not even closed...

BRYONY: You can see the buildup of ice on his corneas.They're done. Look at his skin.

GORDON: Oh! Crumbs.

BRYONY: Crumbs, flakes, chips, lumps. Uh… He's a mess.But go back to the tumour. The mind-and-bodydestroying cancer. We have to keep himimmaculately preserved, bring him back to life,cure cancer, and then? Rebuild his rotten brain?His spine, his nervous system, everything else thatturned black and killed him? You might as well tryto rebuild a tree after you've lit a bonfire from itsbranches. It's farce. I can't see the future. But I cantell you this - every person that has so far beencryonically preserved is never, ever, ever comingback in any form whatsoever. They're just a higherclass of dead. Premium dead, if you will. Andthey'll be premium dead forever.

GORDON: Except for Warren.

BRYONY: Except for Warren. Would you like to cut his headoff?

GORDON: I'm sorry?

BRYONY TURNS AROUND ANDPRODUCES A CIRCULAR SAW, A BONESAW. WITH A SWITCH IT WHIRRS TOLOUD, VIOLENT LIFE FOR A SHORTMOMENT.

BRYONY: Well, not his whole head. I never like to waste anopportunity to look at someone's brain and JeremyHaverhshire seems to harbour a medieval resentment for old Conrad so he made a requestfor a little piece of evidence. Not his whole head ofcourse, just the brain. So, would you like to helpme scalp him? Trepan him, maybe. Let's see whatbad spirits come out, shall we?

GORDON: Um...

BRYONY: You can't hurt him, Gordon. He was dead beforeTom Hanks won his first Oscar. And by allaccounts an utter prick. The saw is fun.

GORDON: O-kay.

BRYONY: Just...there.

THE SAW REVS TO LIFE.CUT TO: TIME HAS PASSED. THE SAWIS OFF. THE SOUND OF METALINSTRUMENTS ON A METAL COUNTERAND SOME SQUISHY SOUNDS OFTHOSE INSTRUMENTS ON TISSUE.

BRYONY: And there's an ice crystal.

GORDON: Oh yeah.

BRYONY: You can reach it with those forceps. There.

GORDON: Ack. Oop

BRYONY: Slippery, aren't they?

GORDON: Oop.

BRYONY: Automatic lock in. You won't make it to the crystaldome.

GORDON: Aha!

BRYONY: Success!

GORDON: Yeah. Oh… A bit of a puddle forming now isn'tthere.

BRYONY: Yes. It thaws quicker than you might expect.

A PAUSE AS SHE CONSIDERS GORDONCONSIDERING THE BRAIN.

BRYONY: Not everyone can look at a real human brain,much less dissect one. It's why we're out here inthe middle of nowhere. Why so many greatdiscoveries are made in rooms without windows.Because of everyone else's 'boundaries.'

SHE DISCARDS HER GLOVES ANDMOVES AWAY TO A NEARBY SINK TOWASH HER HANDS.

BRYONY: It's why Clive and I differ so much on how to usethe technology once I've perfected it. He wouldwrap it in a bow and present it to the elites, sell itas a luxury, the ultimate lifestyle choice.

GORDON: Do You Want To Continue.

BRYONY: But people won't buy it. Because people can't takeit. If they could we wouldn't be sent to the edge ofthe world, we'd be at Overhead New York in aglistening research resort designed by NormanFoster.

SHE PACES THE ROOM.

BRYONY: You have to be gentle. That's why I want itintroduced through the penal system.Revolutionise the incarceration process. Save anindustry billions, and the tech is proven aseconomically viable. That viability is crucial ofcourse but not where the true value lies. It'sacceptance that we need. Start at the bottom ofthe societal ladder and you'll catch everyone onthe way up. Once the technology is commonplaceit'll take on a life of its own, everyone will want theirpiece. Clive will get his luxury hypersleep cryopodrange with tinted glass and go faster stripes andcan take all the glory he wants, I don't care.

GORDON: You don't want the glory?

BRYONY: People like us will be the only the place we'rewelcome. Back in the basement.

SILENCE.

BRYONY: Ah. You still object to the 'us', don't you?

GORDON: You...and Clive and whoever else...you're killingpeople...

BRYONY: Speak up, Gordon.

GORDON: People are dying in this place.

BRYONY: No, you said 'you're killing people'. And you'reright, yes I am. I'm killing people. Everyone whohas died in this facility on my watch has had thesituation and the risks explained to them in explicitdetail. And they consented.

GORDON: I know, I've listened to the tapes, that's becausethey were criminals carrying out enormoussentences and you offered them things you surelycouldn't deliver, pardons, appeals, early release, ifthe experiments were successful. You went to thehopeless and the desperate-

BRYONY: And the evil, and the sadistic and malicious-

GORDON: And the mentally unwell or incapacitated ordisadvantaged. You knew the likely outcome-

BRYONY: And the homicidal, and the deviant, and thedisgusting and despicable.

GORDON: And where was Warren? On that list?

BRYONY: You've seen his record, you must've seeneverything we have on him. What do you think?

PAUSE.

BRYONY: You haven't, have you?

GORDON: I didn't think it was right to look when he doesn'tseem to know himself.

BRYONY: Or because you were scared of what you mightsee? What you might learn about your friend?

GORDON STANDS UP, MOVES HISCHAIR BACK.

GORDON: What do you want me to do with this guy's brain?

BRYONY: What's that Godby family motto that's been floatingaround these tapes? 'You should only do what youknow you can live with'. What a bizarre concept.How on Earth would anyone find out what they'recapable of if they only did what made themcomfortable?

GORDON: It's about living to a code.

BRYONY: You just cut a man's head in two with a buzzsawand spooned out his mind, if you'd known that thismorning how would that have sat with your code?

GORDON: I...I don't know…

BRYONY: You just did something extraordinary. Somethingyou never would've done of your own volition. Allyou needed was the push. Yes, we're in an uglyplace doing ugly work but we're creatingsomething. Something real, something worthwhile. I think you know that and all I'm trying to tell you isthat that's okay. That there is a place for theGordon Porlocks of this world. And you managedto find it.

PAUSE.

GORDON: There's a pretty big difference between performingan autopsy on a cadaver and the things you'vedone. You must see that.

BRYONY: Is that what you believe or what you've been toldto believe?

GORDON: I don't even know what that means. So, I shouldonly listen to you?

BRYONY: No, Gordon. The worst thing about Red Valley isalso the best. Here, the only person you have tolisten to is yourself. There's nobody else around.

GORDON: You should do a TED talk. Did this work on Grace and Pamela? And Aubrey Wood, and Ben Thomas?

BRYONY'S TONE CHANGES. SHE HASN'T WON HIM OVER THE WAY SHE USUALLY DOES WITH SUBORDINATES.

BRYONY: For the most part. Well then. Let's do another,shall we?

BRYONY STEPS A FEW PACES ACROSS THE ROOM TO ANOTHER CAPSULE.

GORDON: I think I'm done for the night.

BRYONY: I insist.

HISSING AND THE SOUND OF METALON METAL AND SHE BEGINS REMOVING THE CLAMPS AND SEALSON THIS POD.

GORDON: No really, I-

BRYONY: Just a peek, then.

WITH A WRENCH AND A GRUNT OFEFFORT SHE LIFTS THE LID OFFHERSELF. GORDON STEPS BACK INHORROR AND CLATTERS INTO THE INSTRUMENT TROLLEY.

GORDON: Oh… Jesus Christ.

BRYONY: Yes, funny you should mention Ben Thomas. Youmay remember him from such incidents as 'it's onthe floor oh God it's in my shoes', general lecheryand ultimately the misguided breaking of certaincontractual agreements. Did you ever meet himface to face?

GORDON: Did- I?

BRYONY: In your years of skullduggery around thebasements of Overhead. Ben must have been oneof your greatest sources.

GORDON: I… I never met - anyone – I... I found everything myself-

BRYONY: In places where they were left to be found,Gordon. I just wondered if either of them everreached out personally.

GORDON: Either of them?

A COUPLE OF FOOTSTEPS, THE CLUNKOF SOMETHING HEAVY BEING LIFTED. THE ROAR OF THE BUZZSAW, FOR JUST A MOMENT.

BRYONY: Where is Aubrey Wood?

GORDON: I... I don't know!

BRYONY: Calm down, you knew we would ask where yougot all your information at some point. It wasn't allfrom a Buzzfeed article I assume.

THE SAW AGAIN.

GORDON: I've never met her, or him, I only know what theylook like cos I saw CCTV footage, everything wasanonymous, we used aliases, it was all online orthings left for me in storage units-

THE SAW DIES OFF.

BRYONY: Yes, I thought as much. You see, the board of directors live in cheerful ignorance of what happens at Red Valley, and they go to great measures to make sure the rest of the world is justas blissfully unaware. Given the chance I would've liked to ask Ben here what he did with all ourinformation, what his intentions were, but it was Clive who found him in the end. It was a shortexchange I hear. He thought I could make someuse of him though. What do you think Porlock? Has he been useful?

GORDON: Yes.

BRYONY: Oh good. I cannot abide waste.

PAUSE.

BRYONY: Blue Sky, what's the time?

BLUE SKY: The time is 12.17, am.

BRYONY: It is late I suppose. Off you go.

GORDON: Thank you.

GORDON QUICKLY WALKS AWAY, COLLECTING HIS RECORDER AS HE GOES. AS HE REACHES THE DOOR,BRYONY CALLS BACK TO HIM.

BRYONY: No one is useless Gordon. They just need to findtheir place.

IN THE DISTANCE, BRYONY PICKS UPTHE SAW, ACTIVATES IT AND BEGINSTO WORK ON BEN THOMAS' FROZENSKULL.

CUT.

SCENE 3

2020. THE CRYOSUITE. GORDON TURNS ON HIS RECORDER AS GRACEAND PAMELA CARRY OUT SOME FINALTESTS ON WARREN'S POD. GORDON ISA LITTLE DISTANCE BACK FROM THE OTHERS.

GORDON: Hi Pam-

PAMELA: Gordon- stand behind the door, unless you want you sperm to be vaporised.

GRACE: Doubt there's much to risk there.

PAMELA: Screening.

A SMALL WOMP AS A SCAN PASSES THROUGH THE POD. A HEAVY PIECE OF MACHINERY IS WHEELED BACKWARDS AWAY FROM IT.

PAMELA: Okay, I'm saving that. Dumping the rest. You cancome in now.

GORDON: Oh… Sorry. Morning. I made teas and coffees. There's biscuits too, I know it's early but, big dayand everyth-

HE SETS DOWN A TRAY NEARBY. GRACE CALLS FROM ACROSS THE ROOM, HAVING NOT HEARD A WORD.

GRACE: There's a dirty filter light flashing on the wall overthere. Is everything okay with the ventilation inhere?

GORDON: Oh… Um… I... I think so.

GRACE: Then why is it flashing?

GORDON: Oh no, I'm not - that's not my-

GRACE: Well, go and look.

PAMELA: It's not his job Grace, he wouldn't know what hewas looking at.

GRACE: He's a caretaker. He is supposed to take care.

PAMELA: Thank you for the coffee, Gordon.

GRACE: Is it fresh or instant?

GORDON: It's instant.

GRACE: I brought fresh with me, it’s on the counter in the kitchen, go and make some up, please.

PAMELA: He's not your bloody manservant!

GRACE: He's like Igor from the Frankenstein book. I bet hes wings an oil lamp around these corridors at night talking to himself.

GORDON: Igor isn't in the book.

GRACE: What did you say to me?

GORDON: Igor. He was invented for the film adaptations, he wasn't in the novel.

GRACE: Are you stupid? Why don't you spend less time talking shit about monster books and more time making my fucking coffee? Igor?

PAMELA: You know he's recording this right?

GRACE IS ALARMED AT THIS.

GRACE: You're not, are you?

GORDON PICKS UP HIS DICTAPHONETO SHOW HIM.

GORDON: Yeah!

GRACE: Why didn't you tell me?

PAMELA: That's literally his job? Bryony asked him to do it!

GRACE: But I didn't think he would be recording already!

PAMELA: We're in the middle of Emergence Prep, if anything he's late! If you're worried about sounding like an idiot on record, there’s an easy way to solve it isn'there!

GRACE: It's like working under the bloody Stasi.

PAMELA: Well now that's on the tape as well isn't it!

BRYONY APPEARS AT THE DOORWAY, NEXT TO GORDON.

BRYONY: Morning everyone.

PAMELA AND GRACE IMMEDIATELYREVERT TO A PROFESSIONAL AND SLIGHTLY FEARFUL MANNER.

GRACE & PAMELA: Morning Dr Halbech.

BRYONY: Ah you made drinks. How kind of you.

SHE POURS HER SELF A DRINK AND FIDDLES WITH MILK AND SUGAR.

GORDON: Have you been to bed?

BRYONY: No, there's always too much to do before an emergence. Particularly one that might actually work. Aubrey Wood said something in one of her incredibly earnest diaries, didn't she- how can you sleep when all you're thinking about is waking someone up? Pam, where's the Echo?

PAMELA: Echo or ECMO?

BRYONY: Echo. The T.O.E. The ECMO is right in front ofme. It's 4 feet long and nearly as big as the suitcase you brought with you this morning, it would be disturbing if I couldn't see that, wouldn'tit?

PAMELA: I didn't think we needed it now...

BRYONY: I want it checked and set up now.

PAMELA: Yes, Dr Halbech.

BRYONY: Thank you Dr Jennings. Grace.

GRACE: Ah… Yes?

BRYONY: Do you have the read out? From the particle generator?

GRACE: Oh, I thought you were happy with the last results-

BRYONY: I was. I'd like to maintain that happiness with acurrent readout.

GRACE: Uh - yes. I can - yes.

PAMELA IS WHEELING IN THE ECHOMACHINE.

BRYONY: We're working on the first successfully revived subject of cryonic preservation, I'm not the headchef at the local carvery and grill.

GRACE & PAMELA: Yes, Dr Halbech.

BRYONY: Yes, chef.

BRYONY SIPS HER DRINK.

BRYONY: I can feel your questions radiating through your cardigan.

GORDON: What's a particle generator do?

BRYONY: We have to infuse each of Warren's IV lines with nano particles. It's what I spent most of the night doing actually.

GORDON: What on earth do nano particles do?

BRYONY: Once we activate the particle generator a magneticfield will be created within the cryopod and the particles will start to warm up. And eventually we'llhave a nice warm human marinading in a fine cryonic jus.

GORDON: Does it get boring putting 'cryo' in front ofeverything you invent?

BRYONY: Like you wouldn't cryobelieve.

GORDON: What's an ECMO do?

BRYONY: Reoxygenate the body.

GORDON: What's a T.O.E.?

BRYONY: A probe that goes down the oesophagus to mapthe heart.

GORDON: What's that in the corner?

BRYONY: That's a dehumidifier, there's damp on the ceiling.Are we going to go round the room pointing at everything you don't understand?

GORDON: Oh no… That's probably fine for now. Thanks.

BRYONY: What do you think of them? Grace and Pam?

GORDON: Oh, Um. They seem very...slick.

BRYONY: Not my choice. Either of them. Clive picked them,with his vast knowledge of cryonic biology and emergency medicine. Rather more...aesthetic choices, both of them.

GORDON: Aesthetic?

BRYONY: Degracious Melé has a name like a finishing move in Street Fighter, he's very tall, he's very young, he looks like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.Pamela Jennings has two PhDs and looks like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They are adequate in their fields but not exceptional. Clive believes the hard work is over and he wants the right faces to get on the front of Time magazine.

SHE ADDRESSES THE ROOM.

BRYONY: And how do I feel about Time magazine,everyone?

THEY ANSWER SIMULTANEOUSLY.

GRACE: You do not care for it.

PAMELA: Print media is basically dead anyway.

BRYONY: Yes chef, yes chef.

SHE PUTS DOWN HER DRINK.

BRYONY: This is making you uncomfortable isn't it, Gordon.

GORDON: Everything here makes me uncomfortable.

BRYONY: Keep telling yourself that, champ.

BRYONY STEPS FORWARD TOADDRESS THE ROOM AGAIN.

BRYONY: Right, everyone. It's the day you've all been waiting for. Before we push the big red button, I'dlike to thank you all for your hard work so far.You're all committed, and whatever else might besaid about any of you, commitment is the attributeI require the most. You may think due to our previous success that our subject's survival is some how more of a sure thing. Let’s remind ourselves of the mortality rate up until this point.It's 100%. Do we know for certain exactly why Warren Godby is the only survivor of our treatment? We do not. So, whatever we scoop out of that pod, alive or dead, the work is just beginning. That said, there is champagne in the fridge, and we will be drinking it tonight what ever happens, I'm not a monster.

NERVOUS LAUGHTER.

BRYONY: Alright beautiful people. And you Gordon. Get To

yota places, final checks. Particle generator?

GRACE: Check.

BRYONY: ECMO?

PAMELA: Check.

BRYONY: Resus?

PAMELA: Check.

BRYONY: Transfer?

GRACE: Check.BRYONY: Okay.

BRYONY PACES ROUND TO THE CONTROL PANEL OF THE PARTICLE GENERATOR. SHE FLICKS ONE BIGSWITCH. A BEEP, AND A DEEP MECHANICAL CHUGGING AS THE MACHINE COMES TO LIFE.

BRYONY: Hot… dog.

SHE FLICKS A SECOND SWITCH. ADIFFERENT BEEP, AND A LOW HUMSOUNDS, SLOWLY BUILDING IN PITCHAND VOLUME. THE CHUGGING BEGINSTO ACCELERATE.

BRYONY: Jumping frog.

A FINAL SWITCH. A SUPER GOOD SCI FINOISE ADDS TO THE MIX.

BRYONY: Albuquerque.

CUT.

SCENE 4

2064. AUBREY AND GORD IN THE RECORDS ROOM.

AUBREY: Stop.

GORD: Would you like me to play the next entry, Aubrey?

AUBREY PAUSES FOR A MOMENT,DEEP IN THOUGHT.

AUBREY: I remember that. She would say that a lot, the Albuquerque line. It was probably the most human thing I ever witnessed her doing.

GORD: Would you like me to play the next entry, Aubrey?

AUBREY: It's surprising. To get that on record, her facadecoming down like that, even… even just a little. Ionly saw it once or twice. And never for long. But she just couldn't help herself. Under all the cloaksand daggers and bluster and put downs, she couldn't hide her excitement about the work. It was magnetic. I wanted to be like her.

GORD: Well, you are also waking Warren Godby from hypersleep.

AUBREY: Yeah, thank you Gord. We'll stop drawing comparisons there, shall we?

GORD: Her reasons for waking him could not be further from your intentions. You want to help him.

AUBREY: Well, that's...that's a kind thing for you to say.

GORD: It's nice to be nice.

AUBREY: What's everyone done today. Is it still today? Or isit tomorrow?

GORD: You'd like a progress report?

AUBREY: Yes.

GORD: Vig and Robyn have completed and log ged the supply inventory. Hester worked beyond the end of her shift on the ward due to Jacob having adisagreement with Malcolm. Malcolm required sedation.

AUBREY: Shit, really?

GORD: And Jade has been putting together a playlist for her party.

AUBREY: She's really going through with it.

GORD: Grace has been carrying on with-

A TONE FROM HIS UNIT.

GORD: In coming from the Quarantine Suite. Patching.

HESTER IS CALLING THROUGH THE BLUE SKY SYSTEM. THERE IS SOME COMMOTION IN THE BACKGROUND.

HESTER: Hey, are you still up?

AUBREY: I'm here, Hester.

HESTER: Of course, you are. Well, if you insist on livingnocturnally, could you at least come down hereand help me. Warren's pulled out his drip again.

AUBREY: Put another one in.

HESTER: I had actually thought of that sir, he hasn't got any bloody veins left. No, don't, Stevie watch out, he's going to pull out - yep. Well, that's what happens.Put some gloves on next time.

WARREN GRUNTS IN PAIN WHILE ANOTHER MAN MISERABLY CURSES GETTING COVERED IN URINE.

AUBREY: He pulled out his catheter again didn't he.

HESTER: You're going to be able to kick a football down hisurethra if he carries on like this.

AUBREY: I'll be there in a sec.

THE TONE SIGNALS THE END OF THE CONVERSATION.

AUBREY: Gord, you're meant to be in all places at all times,why didn't you tell me they were struggling down there?

GORD: You were having a valuable moment of reflection.

AUBREY: I swear to God, people only ever pull out their own IV lines cos they see people do it in movies. It's soannoying.

GORD: Is that why he pulls out his catheter?

AUBREY: Shut up.

GORD: I can find no motion pictures that feature the forced removal of catheters?

AUBREY: Shut up!

END.

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