And before I went, they'd find a way to charge my twitching half-dead cadaver 20,000 merits for swabbing the walls clean. Judge Hope: Am I right? Your truth, admittedly, but truth nonetheless.īing: You know the only thing stopping me from slashing myself open right now? I might not die right away. You know, hey, I get where you're coming from. Judge Hope: I know you've got me down as this creature.
And only then, until it's augmented, packaged, and pumped through 10,000 preassigned filters till it's nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day in day out, going where?! Powering what?! All tiny cells and tiny screens and bigger cells and bigger screens and fuck you! Fuck you, that's what it boils down to! It's fuck you! Fuck you for sitting there and slowly making things worse! Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces! Fuck you all for thinking the one thing I ever came close to never meant anything! For oozing around it and crushing it into a bone, into a joke, one more ugly joke in a kingdom of millions! Fuck you for happening! Fuck you for me, for us, for everyone! Fuck you! That's why when you find any wonder whatsoever, you dole it out in meagre portions.
What, "I have a dream"? The peak of our dreams is a new app for our Dopple! That doesn't exist! It's not even there! We buy shit that's not even there! Show us something real and free and beautiful. That's how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves is buying shit. All we know is fake fodder and buying shit. Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole, we laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right, we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum, so ha-ha-ha at him! Because we're so out of our minds with desperation, we don't know any better. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take. Fake fodder, it's all that we can stomach. And the faker the fodder is, the more you love it, because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more.
And all you see up here, it's not people, you don't see people up here, it's all fodder. You pull a face, and poke it towards the stage, and we lah-di-dah, we sing and dance and tumble around.
A face like you're feeling instead of processing. To really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening, like you do the rest of the time. I just knew I had to get here, to stand here, and I knew I wanted you to listen. What do you want to say? Have you prepared a speech, is that it? Speak! Bing Madsen: I haven't got a speech. I.I look around here, I just.I just want something real to happen. Abi: I can't take that kind of clockage off someone. Is that real? Bing: More than anything that's happened all year.
Not often, admittedly, but now.Ībi: You heard me singing in a toilet. But it was beautiful, so, you know reality's cheesy sometimes. You think I'm being cheesy? All right, I am being cheesy. Fifteen Million Merits Bing: You've got a phenomenal voice. In their heads, that's what you're doing. Jane: It's already happening in their heads. Tom Blice: You know how much help you're getting from here on in? Multiply nothing by shit all. Series 1 The National Anthem Alex Cairns: Meanwhile, the demand has been made, and there's not long to formulate our response.