Brave New World Seminar Reflection
· What was the most interesting idea discussed in your seminar yesterday? Explain it and develop in detail.
· Quote one quotation from the novel that you wish you would have included in the discussion, and explain why you wish you could include it
· What were you most proud of about your seminar performance yesterday?
Harrison Quick
The most interesting idea that was discussed yesterday in my opinion would have to be the view on happiness. We all came to consensus that happiness comes from pain, yet pain is not what causes happiness all together, the two only being linked through cause and effect. For example, you have to go through a lot of pain to climb a mountain, but when you reach the top, you feel great for having accomplished something that great, and it is in a way refreshing, making you feel very happy about yourself
“That’s how I paid. By choosing to serve happiness. Other people’s-not mine.” This quote directly relates to the conversation we were having about what is better between making others happy through your own sacrifice, or having others make doing you favors, and we all definitely felt better by making others happy, but when put in that position, would rather help themselves.
I am most proud of my use of experiences in my conversation, because my beliefs are most pure, or true, when I know they actually happened to me.
· Quote one quotation from the novel that you wish you would have included in the discussion, and explain why you wish you could include it
· What were you most proud of about your seminar performance yesterday?
Harrison Quick
The most interesting idea that was discussed yesterday in my opinion would have to be the view on happiness. We all came to consensus that happiness comes from pain, yet pain is not what causes happiness all together, the two only being linked through cause and effect. For example, you have to go through a lot of pain to climb a mountain, but when you reach the top, you feel great for having accomplished something that great, and it is in a way refreshing, making you feel very happy about yourself
“That’s how I paid. By choosing to serve happiness. Other people’s-not mine.” This quote directly relates to the conversation we were having about what is better between making others happy through your own sacrifice, or having others make doing you favors, and we all definitely felt better by making others happy, but when put in that position, would rather help themselves.
I am most proud of my use of experiences in my conversation, because my beliefs are most pure, or true, when I know they actually happened to me.
Stuck
Overview: As a project, we had to create a piece of text illustrating something beautiful or true about Brave New World. For this project, I created a playwright with a partner that we might later film. It was pretty much just about 2 friends named Julian and Alfred whom are forced to create a documentary about Brave New World, and end up going on an adventure to make it. In the part I made, Alfred is already dead, so he is not included. The beautiful thing about Brave New World my partner and I portrayed was the fact that some people might fall in love with a world as "perfect" as this, or might greatly oppose and hate it. I did part 2, and here it is:
Stuck, Pt. 2
(Narrative Julian talking into the camera)- I realized this world might actually be exactly what I’m looking for in life. Everything all seems perfect. The sex, the drugs, it truly is perfect. I don’t think Alfred would ever have understood. Maybe I should just give up on the documentary, and go live in the world. It’s not like the person who gave us the note would ever find me in this world. I could fit in well with the Beta group, change my identity and everything. Yes, it is a perfect world. But at the same time, this world is the reason my best friend is dead. It is a terrible place, no option. My head is spinning. I don’t know what to believe anymore. What am I even doing here? The real world is the one I’ve known all my life. I just never knew what I had, until that was taken away from me. What I had grown to know in life was more priceless than a perfect world itself. However, the world I had known, with disease, cancer, sadness, desire, it all was perfect. But why would I be chosen to document such a cruel, pointless world? Is this a test? Am I supposed to have some realization? What am I going to do? I don’t know if I could bear to stand behind the camera to document another pointless day, hoping I would live, not knowing what the man meant he was going to do to me if our cameras stopped rolling. I don’t know what to do. Where to go. Should I just give up on everything? Who could have thought this documentary would have such an impact on me? What am I doing here? I need to get back. Is this even real? I might be crazy. I need to get back. (Julian gets up and begins running.)
(Julian is running for quite a while with the camera rolling, holding it in his hand, which swings at the side of his hip, the view of the background upside down. He sits down to review what he had recorded in his adventures on the camera, when he comes to a part on the tape, where he constantly sees something right behind him. It didn’t matter where he was, in the background, he could always see a large silhouette of a shape, something that had been following him for a long time. The only problem, though, was that he could not make out what the shape actually was on the camera. Instinctively, Julian looked up from his rest spot, and sees a mob of Epsilons, and freaks out. Running, he screams the following)
Julian: Get off my back, you foul fools! You short, dumb idiotic puppets of the government! Why don’t you all just return to your jobs. That’s all you’re good for, anyway, is supporting the system! I mean, right? (In a mocking tone) Les go redurn ta our jobs! We is juts a buncha tupid, dumb idiots! Screw all you Epsilons! No one in this governmental system deserves to live, anyway!
Epsilon 1: Hehe
Epsilon 2: Hahaha
Epsilon 3: Whu???
(Narrative Julian) But then, a wild idea popped into my mind. I would lead a revolt against the stupid lifestyle everyone is living in this world, lead it using the Epsilons that now stood before me, and to begin this revolution, I would first have to kill both the director, and Mustapha Mond himself. After that, I would change life as the world knew it.
Julian: Hey, everyone! What do you love most in this world?
Epsilons: Jobses.
Julian: Good, good. Correct. Now, who wants a job?
Epsilons: (raising their hands) Me!
Julian: Alright, everyone shut up and listen!
Epsilon 2: Whu?
Julian: Shut up. Okay, so, how long have you all been following me?
Epsilon 1: We wasn’t following ya. We was followin’ Jim.
Julian: Who the hell’s Jim?
Epsilon 4: A’m Jim.
Julian: You?
Epsilon 4: (smiling with pride) Yep!
Julian: Well, whatever. What were you doing, Jim?
Epsilon 4: (in a mocking tone) Well, duuuhhhh! Followin’ you!
Julian: I can’t tell if you’re actually answering me, or if you’re mocking me.
Epsilon 4: Whu?
Julian: Oh my God, you are all seriously a bunch of idiots. Let me just say that to your faces right now so we can all be clear. YOU ARE ALL JUST A BUNCH OF IDIOTS.
Epsilon 5: I once saw a indiot.
Epsilon 3: Oh, yeah! Dat was on yer business trip to tha savage reversation, right?
Epsilon 5: I believe id is prunounced revresation.
Julian: It’s reservation. And Indian is not the same as idiot. But seriously, never mind whatever the heck we were just talking about. Let me just start over. Hello. My name is Julian, and I was chosen by some mysterious man to film a documentary about this world with the help of my friend. He says that if we stopped, he would kill us both, and my friend is already dead. But the point, now, is that this world here sucks. Life is in a boring balance, without any real feeling, and Mustapha Mond, the evil man behind forcing you all to lead lives like this, must pay for what he has done, and he must die! So what do you say? Will you aid me in murdering the most evil man in the world? Join me in a revolt, and we will charge to the house of Mustapha, and kill that tone-deaf Director on the way! He is the demented man whom killed my best friend’s girl. This is my job offering to all of you. Together, we can defeat the forces of over-powering evil, and end the director’s wrath, as well as this terrible lifestyle! So what do you say?
Epsilon 6: Doe, we follow you for job?
Other Epsilons: Whu???
Julian: Yes! Just do what he said (pointing to Epsilon 6). And you seem to be the smartest. I’m going to hand you the camera (handing the Epsilon the camera). Just follow me around with it, and stay right behind me, so you don’t get lost!
Epsilon 6: So dis is a job?
Julian: Yeah, sure, you could call it that, or just a favor.
Epsilon 6: Yeeeeaaaaayyyyyy! Fador!
Julian: Favor.
Epsilon 6: Whud?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s just go.
(Julian and the large group of Epsilons traveled on for quite a while, for none of them seemed to know where to find either the director or Mustapha himself except one Epsilon who was just acting like he knew where he was going.)
Epsilon 7: Otay, now we goes right!
(The group made a ninety degree turn onto another street)
Epsilon 7: (Joyfully) At here, we can makes anudder right!
(The group followed, Julian pondering whether or not he could trust where the Epsilon was leading them)
Epsilon 7: Here, we make anutter right onto dis street!
Julian: WE ARE LITERALLY TRAVELING AROUND THE BLOCK IN CIRCLES YOU LITTLE MORON!
Epsilon 5: More of whud on whud?
Julian: More freakin’ knowledge on that little pea-sized hideous excuse of a head of yours! From here on, I will lead the way!
(And with that, the group traveled deeper into the city, being lead by Julian, until they found a huge palace around the middle of a block, possibly in the middle of the city.)
Julian: I’m going to guess this is Mustapha’s place.
Epsilon 7: Yep! Dis is whar I meant ta go tha whole times!
Julian: You were leading us around the block that whole time.
Epsilon 7: What’s a bock?
Julian: Say it with me: BLOCK.
Epsilon 7: Uhhhhhhh……
Julian: You seriously have to think about that?
Epsilon 7: Whu?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s all just get to the palace.
Epsilon 6: Stop cam-ra?
Julian: Why are you still rolling?!
(Camera clicks off, and when it is turned back on, they are sneaking through the inside of a palace. Julian is trying to keep them quiet, but the Epsilons are constantly engaged in a conversation about their occupations.)
Director (from behind a doorway): Well, being that I’m not an Epsilon, I certainly love spending my time after hours back here in Mustapha’s house. I’m so fortunate he gives me a place to crash after all those hours of singing.
Julian (whispering to the Epsilons): That’s definitely the director. I recognize his tone-deaf voice anywhere after that array of explanation through song and dance.
Epsilon 2 (loudly): Whu?
Director: One minute. I think I heard voices out in the hall. Will you go tell whoever that is to return to their quarters?
Epsilon Butler: Yessdir! (Walks over to the hall, and sees the group of Epsilons standing awkwardly with Julian. Face seems confused for a minute, but then returns to it’s normal, relaxed expression, and says): Pleade raturn ta yer quatas athis time, thanks! (goes back into the room, shutting the door behind himself)
Julian: Admirably, your species’ general stupidity can be relatively useful at times.
Epsilon 5: Can we does somethin?
Julian: Yes, good question. What I want you all to do is, when I open the door, run in there, tackle the director, and just hold him down until he stops breathing and moving.
Epsilon 6: Fador?
Julian: Yes, Jim, FA-VOR.
All Epsilons: Yeeeeeaaaaaayyyyy!
(The Epsilons all run in when Julian opens the door, and tackle the Director. The Director’s hand sticks out of the mob, and slowly relaxes. The Epsilon Butler has been standing there the whole time, watching with a somewhat confused expression on his face, politely saying constantly: Pleade raturn ta yer quratars at dis time.)
Julian: (Walking up to the unconscious director) It ends now. (Kicks the director’s jugular closed, walks away.)
(The group and Julian regrouped and ran out of the room, intent on killing Mustapha. The Butler sticks his head out the door, and says: Okay, bye! and closes the door behind them.)
Julian: Yes! We are finally going to kill the cruel man behind all this terror! Do you all see how close we’ve come?
Epsilons: Job?
Julian: Yes, this is the ultimate job of all jobs! We are so close to success!
Epsilons (Jumping up and down and giving each other high fives): Yeeeeaaaaaaayyyy!
Julian: Let us go on!
(Julian leads the group for about a half an hour, trying to find Mustapha’s quarters in the massive palace. After about that amount of time, he looks back, and sees a single Epsilon holding up the camera, Jim.)
Julian: Where is everyone else?
(The camera turns around in a full circle several times, until the Epsilon falls over onto it’s back.)
Epsilon 6: I dunno! Where is dey?!
Julian: They must have gotten lost quite a while back, perhaps when we made that turn down the last hall. They sure are dumb, aren’t they?
Epsilon 6: Whu?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s just keep moving. But follow me closely, or you could turn up lost like the rest of them.
Epsilon 6: Retsothem?
Julian: LIKE-THE-REST-OF-THEM. Understand?!
Epsilon 6: Otey! I gets it! Fowwow buhind you!
Julian: Yeah, let’s go.
(They continue on for a while, only more cautiously this time, until they come to a very large, heavy-looking door that has gold and platinum décor that was embedded into the door itself and the walls around it. The Epsilon doesn’t notice that Julian stops, and runs directly into the door, falling over in front of it.)
Julian: This is Mustapha’s room. No doubt about it.
Epsilon 6: When cans I go back ta work again?
Julian: You are working.
Epsilon 6: Oh, yeah! Yeeeaaayyyy!!!
Julian: (whispering to himself): Dumb idiot. (To Epsilon) :Just shut up and hold the camera.
Epsilon 6: (with a smile on his face) Okey! I no will fails you, master!
Julian: Master, hmmm, I like that… Now, what are we going to do? I wonder if Mond can hear everything we are saying. I highly doubt it, though, because this dense door would absorb any sound before it enters the room.
(Julian tries to rip the door open, but finds the door would be too heavy and strong to break under that small amount of pressure. It was definitely opened and closed by a hidden hydraulic system.)
Julian: We must need some kind of key to get into Mond’s room. Help me look around for one.
(Just as they begin to look for a key, they hear a massive metallic sliding sound, recognized as a huge bolt sliding across the door. They look back to see the door pushed open by 2 hydraulic cylinders. When the door is completely opened, there are 2 visible figures: the mysterious man who killed Alfred, and Mustapha Mond both standing there, looking at them, Mond with arms crossed, and Mysterious man smiling, holding a shotgun carefully aimed at Julian.
Mysterious man: Hello, Julian.
Julian: (smoothly) Hello again, Mister Mysterious Man.
Mysterious man: You can call me Jim.
Julian: No, because my little friend here-
Epsilon 6: (very excitedly) MA NAME’S JIM!
(The man aims the shotgun at the Epsilon and pulls the trigger)
Julian: (Falling to his knees) NOOOOOOOO! Jim!
Epsilon 6: (on the ground, bloody, handing Julian the camera) Fador.
Julian: Yes, Jim, Favor.
Epsilon 6: Whu?... (Eyes close, and dies)
Mysterious Man: (cocking the shotgun) Two down, one to go!
Julian: You killed my friend. Why?
Mysterious Man: Why didn’t he keep the camera rolling?
Julian: Why didn’t you just make a documentary yourself?
Mysterious Man: I have been to this world before, “discovered” it in a way, being that I was a scientist, I found an everlasting wormhole, which is invisible to the naked eye. However, I had been researching photons and other particles directly, and found the key to making the wormhole work. It brought me straight to this world and time period, and this truly is the future. Fearing it, I decided to stop it. As one person, I wouldn’t be able to get enough footage to create a swaying documentary, so I had several groups and couples, like you, to do it for me. When I return to the present day, I will be able to prove it to the world what kind of future we are looking at. In the end, I am simply saving billions from hell.
Julian: But how will telling anyone about the future change anything? They won’t know what to avoid!
Mysterious Man: Yet, when they start to see signs of the world collapsing into this, they will realize it and change it.
Julian: Making them aware of the future will only make it even more imminent to happen. Imagine, all who suffer, after seeing your documentary, will hunger for this future of easy pleasure. You are only setting us up for this.
Mysterious Man: No one from the past wants easy pleasure.
Julian: Well, how do you plan to get back, anyway?
Mysterious man: Well, there is new technology, developed in this world, that can transport people quickly between spaces, allowing us to travel into the future. To get back, the same thing. Only, I don’t need to take you back, anyway, do I?
Julian: Why wouldn’t you?
Mysterious man: I don’t have your innermost personal signature, like a kind of DNA, extracted from your heart at birth. Without it, I can’t get you back to the past.
Julian: Well, why do you have to kill us, anyway?
Mysterious man: You see, after a while, you and the others will leave such a footprint in society, that the future I had prevented from becoming this would clash with this one, and humanity might end completely, anyway. It’s all very complicated. Kill several, save all.
Julian: The future is not something to screw with. You can’t just change everything because you don’t like it. That’s just screwed up.
Mysterious man: Sorry things didn’t exactly turn out the way you wanted.
Julian: You’re sick. You know that? This makes you a serial killer. You’re going to rot behind bars!
Mysterious man: Sure, you can call me that. But inside what conceivable prison? Look around. You’re not home, bud!
Julian: I hope you die. Why are you explaining all this to me, anyway, before my pending death?
Mysterious man: I have A.D.D. You’ve only just used it to buy yourself a few extra minutes of meaningless life. (Aims the gun once again toward Julian)
Julian: And you! (pointing to Mustapha) Are you in on this?
Mustapha: Nope. He just used me to get him into this room, because, I see now, he knew where you were going.
Mysterious Man: Yes, good. I have been following you two this whole time. But now, you’re useless, and I’m going to kill you. (Aims the gun once again at Julian)
Julian: I am so sick of running! (And, standing up, hurls the body of the Epsilon at the mysterious man. The body completely misses the man, and he shoots Julian right in the chest, killing him almost instantly. The camera falls to the ground beside him, showing the smiling face of the mysterious man, which fades to a still image, with The Unforgiven by Metallica playing as it zooms out. Credits begin to appear.)
Stuck, Pt. 2
(Narrative Julian talking into the camera)- I realized this world might actually be exactly what I’m looking for in life. Everything all seems perfect. The sex, the drugs, it truly is perfect. I don’t think Alfred would ever have understood. Maybe I should just give up on the documentary, and go live in the world. It’s not like the person who gave us the note would ever find me in this world. I could fit in well with the Beta group, change my identity and everything. Yes, it is a perfect world. But at the same time, this world is the reason my best friend is dead. It is a terrible place, no option. My head is spinning. I don’t know what to believe anymore. What am I even doing here? The real world is the one I’ve known all my life. I just never knew what I had, until that was taken away from me. What I had grown to know in life was more priceless than a perfect world itself. However, the world I had known, with disease, cancer, sadness, desire, it all was perfect. But why would I be chosen to document such a cruel, pointless world? Is this a test? Am I supposed to have some realization? What am I going to do? I don’t know if I could bear to stand behind the camera to document another pointless day, hoping I would live, not knowing what the man meant he was going to do to me if our cameras stopped rolling. I don’t know what to do. Where to go. Should I just give up on everything? Who could have thought this documentary would have such an impact on me? What am I doing here? I need to get back. Is this even real? I might be crazy. I need to get back. (Julian gets up and begins running.)
(Julian is running for quite a while with the camera rolling, holding it in his hand, which swings at the side of his hip, the view of the background upside down. He sits down to review what he had recorded in his adventures on the camera, when he comes to a part on the tape, where he constantly sees something right behind him. It didn’t matter where he was, in the background, he could always see a large silhouette of a shape, something that had been following him for a long time. The only problem, though, was that he could not make out what the shape actually was on the camera. Instinctively, Julian looked up from his rest spot, and sees a mob of Epsilons, and freaks out. Running, he screams the following)
Julian: Get off my back, you foul fools! You short, dumb idiotic puppets of the government! Why don’t you all just return to your jobs. That’s all you’re good for, anyway, is supporting the system! I mean, right? (In a mocking tone) Les go redurn ta our jobs! We is juts a buncha tupid, dumb idiots! Screw all you Epsilons! No one in this governmental system deserves to live, anyway!
Epsilon 1: Hehe
Epsilon 2: Hahaha
Epsilon 3: Whu???
(Narrative Julian) But then, a wild idea popped into my mind. I would lead a revolt against the stupid lifestyle everyone is living in this world, lead it using the Epsilons that now stood before me, and to begin this revolution, I would first have to kill both the director, and Mustapha Mond himself. After that, I would change life as the world knew it.
Julian: Hey, everyone! What do you love most in this world?
Epsilons: Jobses.
Julian: Good, good. Correct. Now, who wants a job?
Epsilons: (raising their hands) Me!
Julian: Alright, everyone shut up and listen!
Epsilon 2: Whu?
Julian: Shut up. Okay, so, how long have you all been following me?
Epsilon 1: We wasn’t following ya. We was followin’ Jim.
Julian: Who the hell’s Jim?
Epsilon 4: A’m Jim.
Julian: You?
Epsilon 4: (smiling with pride) Yep!
Julian: Well, whatever. What were you doing, Jim?
Epsilon 4: (in a mocking tone) Well, duuuhhhh! Followin’ you!
Julian: I can’t tell if you’re actually answering me, or if you’re mocking me.
Epsilon 4: Whu?
Julian: Oh my God, you are all seriously a bunch of idiots. Let me just say that to your faces right now so we can all be clear. YOU ARE ALL JUST A BUNCH OF IDIOTS.
Epsilon 5: I once saw a indiot.
Epsilon 3: Oh, yeah! Dat was on yer business trip to tha savage reversation, right?
Epsilon 5: I believe id is prunounced revresation.
Julian: It’s reservation. And Indian is not the same as idiot. But seriously, never mind whatever the heck we were just talking about. Let me just start over. Hello. My name is Julian, and I was chosen by some mysterious man to film a documentary about this world with the help of my friend. He says that if we stopped, he would kill us both, and my friend is already dead. But the point, now, is that this world here sucks. Life is in a boring balance, without any real feeling, and Mustapha Mond, the evil man behind forcing you all to lead lives like this, must pay for what he has done, and he must die! So what do you say? Will you aid me in murdering the most evil man in the world? Join me in a revolt, and we will charge to the house of Mustapha, and kill that tone-deaf Director on the way! He is the demented man whom killed my best friend’s girl. This is my job offering to all of you. Together, we can defeat the forces of over-powering evil, and end the director’s wrath, as well as this terrible lifestyle! So what do you say?
Epsilon 6: Doe, we follow you for job?
Other Epsilons: Whu???
Julian: Yes! Just do what he said (pointing to Epsilon 6). And you seem to be the smartest. I’m going to hand you the camera (handing the Epsilon the camera). Just follow me around with it, and stay right behind me, so you don’t get lost!
Epsilon 6: So dis is a job?
Julian: Yeah, sure, you could call it that, or just a favor.
Epsilon 6: Yeeeeaaaaayyyyyy! Fador!
Julian: Favor.
Epsilon 6: Whud?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s just go.
(Julian and the large group of Epsilons traveled on for quite a while, for none of them seemed to know where to find either the director or Mustapha himself except one Epsilon who was just acting like he knew where he was going.)
Epsilon 7: Otay, now we goes right!
(The group made a ninety degree turn onto another street)
Epsilon 7: (Joyfully) At here, we can makes anudder right!
(The group followed, Julian pondering whether or not he could trust where the Epsilon was leading them)
Epsilon 7: Here, we make anutter right onto dis street!
Julian: WE ARE LITERALLY TRAVELING AROUND THE BLOCK IN CIRCLES YOU LITTLE MORON!
Epsilon 5: More of whud on whud?
Julian: More freakin’ knowledge on that little pea-sized hideous excuse of a head of yours! From here on, I will lead the way!
(And with that, the group traveled deeper into the city, being lead by Julian, until they found a huge palace around the middle of a block, possibly in the middle of the city.)
Julian: I’m going to guess this is Mustapha’s place.
Epsilon 7: Yep! Dis is whar I meant ta go tha whole times!
Julian: You were leading us around the block that whole time.
Epsilon 7: What’s a bock?
Julian: Say it with me: BLOCK.
Epsilon 7: Uhhhhhhh……
Julian: You seriously have to think about that?
Epsilon 7: Whu?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s all just get to the palace.
Epsilon 6: Stop cam-ra?
Julian: Why are you still rolling?!
(Camera clicks off, and when it is turned back on, they are sneaking through the inside of a palace. Julian is trying to keep them quiet, but the Epsilons are constantly engaged in a conversation about their occupations.)
Director (from behind a doorway): Well, being that I’m not an Epsilon, I certainly love spending my time after hours back here in Mustapha’s house. I’m so fortunate he gives me a place to crash after all those hours of singing.
Julian (whispering to the Epsilons): That’s definitely the director. I recognize his tone-deaf voice anywhere after that array of explanation through song and dance.
Epsilon 2 (loudly): Whu?
Director: One minute. I think I heard voices out in the hall. Will you go tell whoever that is to return to their quarters?
Epsilon Butler: Yessdir! (Walks over to the hall, and sees the group of Epsilons standing awkwardly with Julian. Face seems confused for a minute, but then returns to it’s normal, relaxed expression, and says): Pleade raturn ta yer quatas athis time, thanks! (goes back into the room, shutting the door behind himself)
Julian: Admirably, your species’ general stupidity can be relatively useful at times.
Epsilon 5: Can we does somethin?
Julian: Yes, good question. What I want you all to do is, when I open the door, run in there, tackle the director, and just hold him down until he stops breathing and moving.
Epsilon 6: Fador?
Julian: Yes, Jim, FA-VOR.
All Epsilons: Yeeeeeaaaaaayyyyy!
(The Epsilons all run in when Julian opens the door, and tackle the Director. The Director’s hand sticks out of the mob, and slowly relaxes. The Epsilon Butler has been standing there the whole time, watching with a somewhat confused expression on his face, politely saying constantly: Pleade raturn ta yer quratars at dis time.)
Julian: (Walking up to the unconscious director) It ends now. (Kicks the director’s jugular closed, walks away.)
(The group and Julian regrouped and ran out of the room, intent on killing Mustapha. The Butler sticks his head out the door, and says: Okay, bye! and closes the door behind them.)
Julian: Yes! We are finally going to kill the cruel man behind all this terror! Do you all see how close we’ve come?
Epsilons: Job?
Julian: Yes, this is the ultimate job of all jobs! We are so close to success!
Epsilons (Jumping up and down and giving each other high fives): Yeeeeaaaaaaayyyy!
Julian: Let us go on!
(Julian leads the group for about a half an hour, trying to find Mustapha’s quarters in the massive palace. After about that amount of time, he looks back, and sees a single Epsilon holding up the camera, Jim.)
Julian: Where is everyone else?
(The camera turns around in a full circle several times, until the Epsilon falls over onto it’s back.)
Epsilon 6: I dunno! Where is dey?!
Julian: They must have gotten lost quite a while back, perhaps when we made that turn down the last hall. They sure are dumb, aren’t they?
Epsilon 6: Whu?
Julian: Never mind. Let’s just keep moving. But follow me closely, or you could turn up lost like the rest of them.
Epsilon 6: Retsothem?
Julian: LIKE-THE-REST-OF-THEM. Understand?!
Epsilon 6: Otey! I gets it! Fowwow buhind you!
Julian: Yeah, let’s go.
(They continue on for a while, only more cautiously this time, until they come to a very large, heavy-looking door that has gold and platinum décor that was embedded into the door itself and the walls around it. The Epsilon doesn’t notice that Julian stops, and runs directly into the door, falling over in front of it.)
Julian: This is Mustapha’s room. No doubt about it.
Epsilon 6: When cans I go back ta work again?
Julian: You are working.
Epsilon 6: Oh, yeah! Yeeeaaayyyy!!!
Julian: (whispering to himself): Dumb idiot. (To Epsilon) :Just shut up and hold the camera.
Epsilon 6: (with a smile on his face) Okey! I no will fails you, master!
Julian: Master, hmmm, I like that… Now, what are we going to do? I wonder if Mond can hear everything we are saying. I highly doubt it, though, because this dense door would absorb any sound before it enters the room.
(Julian tries to rip the door open, but finds the door would be too heavy and strong to break under that small amount of pressure. It was definitely opened and closed by a hidden hydraulic system.)
Julian: We must need some kind of key to get into Mond’s room. Help me look around for one.
(Just as they begin to look for a key, they hear a massive metallic sliding sound, recognized as a huge bolt sliding across the door. They look back to see the door pushed open by 2 hydraulic cylinders. When the door is completely opened, there are 2 visible figures: the mysterious man who killed Alfred, and Mustapha Mond both standing there, looking at them, Mond with arms crossed, and Mysterious man smiling, holding a shotgun carefully aimed at Julian.
Mysterious man: Hello, Julian.
Julian: (smoothly) Hello again, Mister Mysterious Man.
Mysterious man: You can call me Jim.
Julian: No, because my little friend here-
Epsilon 6: (very excitedly) MA NAME’S JIM!
(The man aims the shotgun at the Epsilon and pulls the trigger)
Julian: (Falling to his knees) NOOOOOOOO! Jim!
Epsilon 6: (on the ground, bloody, handing Julian the camera) Fador.
Julian: Yes, Jim, Favor.
Epsilon 6: Whu?... (Eyes close, and dies)
Mysterious Man: (cocking the shotgun) Two down, one to go!
Julian: You killed my friend. Why?
Mysterious Man: Why didn’t he keep the camera rolling?
Julian: Why didn’t you just make a documentary yourself?
Mysterious Man: I have been to this world before, “discovered” it in a way, being that I was a scientist, I found an everlasting wormhole, which is invisible to the naked eye. However, I had been researching photons and other particles directly, and found the key to making the wormhole work. It brought me straight to this world and time period, and this truly is the future. Fearing it, I decided to stop it. As one person, I wouldn’t be able to get enough footage to create a swaying documentary, so I had several groups and couples, like you, to do it for me. When I return to the present day, I will be able to prove it to the world what kind of future we are looking at. In the end, I am simply saving billions from hell.
Julian: But how will telling anyone about the future change anything? They won’t know what to avoid!
Mysterious Man: Yet, when they start to see signs of the world collapsing into this, they will realize it and change it.
Julian: Making them aware of the future will only make it even more imminent to happen. Imagine, all who suffer, after seeing your documentary, will hunger for this future of easy pleasure. You are only setting us up for this.
Mysterious Man: No one from the past wants easy pleasure.
Julian: Well, how do you plan to get back, anyway?
Mysterious man: Well, there is new technology, developed in this world, that can transport people quickly between spaces, allowing us to travel into the future. To get back, the same thing. Only, I don’t need to take you back, anyway, do I?
Julian: Why wouldn’t you?
Mysterious man: I don’t have your innermost personal signature, like a kind of DNA, extracted from your heart at birth. Without it, I can’t get you back to the past.
Julian: Well, why do you have to kill us, anyway?
Mysterious man: You see, after a while, you and the others will leave such a footprint in society, that the future I had prevented from becoming this would clash with this one, and humanity might end completely, anyway. It’s all very complicated. Kill several, save all.
Julian: The future is not something to screw with. You can’t just change everything because you don’t like it. That’s just screwed up.
Mysterious man: Sorry things didn’t exactly turn out the way you wanted.
Julian: You’re sick. You know that? This makes you a serial killer. You’re going to rot behind bars!
Mysterious man: Sure, you can call me that. But inside what conceivable prison? Look around. You’re not home, bud!
Julian: I hope you die. Why are you explaining all this to me, anyway, before my pending death?
Mysterious man: I have A.D.D. You’ve only just used it to buy yourself a few extra minutes of meaningless life. (Aims the gun once again toward Julian)
Julian: And you! (pointing to Mustapha) Are you in on this?
Mustapha: Nope. He just used me to get him into this room, because, I see now, he knew where you were going.
Mysterious Man: Yes, good. I have been following you two this whole time. But now, you’re useless, and I’m going to kill you. (Aims the gun once again at Julian)
Julian: I am so sick of running! (And, standing up, hurls the body of the Epsilon at the mysterious man. The body completely misses the man, and he shoots Julian right in the chest, killing him almost instantly. The camera falls to the ground beside him, showing the smiling face of the mysterious man, which fades to a still image, with The Unforgiven by Metallica playing as it zooms out. Credits begin to appear.)
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