All language subtitles for Earth Final Conflict (1997) - S04E10 - Dream Stalker (480p DVD x265 Celdra).eng

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

Have you ever dreamed of reliving
the greatest moment in your life?

With MNEME you can experience once
again your most cherished memories.

People are using the MNEME to
experience other people's memories,

eavesdropping on their most
painful, most personal experiences.

You can't just share a memory.

So, you think they're selling
people's memories on the black market?

Remember when you played
guinea pig for the MNEME?

We got great coverage on it as I
recall, and it's all right here.

Renee Palmer,

show me your fears.

- You're a fraud.
- You're a fraud.

- You're fraud.
- We don't like you.

Just leave me alone.

- You don't belong.
- You don't belong.

Just stop it.

- You're a fraud.
- You're a fraud.

Shut up! You're driving me crazy.

Sorry, Crash, we only
hire people with talent.

Your friend on the other hand...

- Your friend Amp has what it takes.
- Unlike you.

No, no, no. Amp and I were supposed to
be partners. I mean, he stole my ideas.

- He says you lying.
- Liar!

Face it, punk, you
don't have what it takes.

Which makes you the
biggest loser on the planet.

Look, why don't you just tell
them what really happened?

Loser.

- You son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill you.
- Is that what you want, Crash?

Okay, he stole from me. That
was my work. That was my ideas.

- Come on, man, I thought we were friends.
- What are friends for, loser?

Loser.

He deserves to die.

Now you're mine.

Oh, God. What's happening to me?

Subtitled by Axarion

They have come to Earth
with the promise of peace.

An alien race called the Taelons.

But, there are those who
resist these Alien Companions.

For the Taelons' true mission,

the secrets they hide

will forever alter our world.

The fate of humanity now relies

on those who dare challenge the future

of Earth.

- Are you sure this is legal?
- It's totally legit.

When it comes to the IRS
I'm your go to gal, just

give me a momentito to
crunch some numbers here.

Oh, look...

- The government owes you 8,000 dollars.
- Oh, that can't be right.

You're a Companion Protector, you get
a travel deduction for every kilometer.

How did you come up with
12 million kilometers?

It's a long way to the mother ship.

- I'm not gonna cheat on my taxes.
- Every penny of it is deductible.

If you don't believe me, you can

hire some staff shrewd accountant.
He'll tell you the same thing.

8,000 dollars? The least
I can do is buy you lunch.

- You're gonna have to do better than that.
- Well, what do you have in mind, Street?

I need some help.
Lots of help, actually.

Well, I owe you. Name it.

Can you spring a friend
of mine from jail?

What are the charges?

Murder. And he doesn't have an alibi.

But he didn't do it.

Crash is cool.

You sure I can't buy
you lunch instead?

It's just crap.

All it says is you're promising to
do business with us and no one else.

Fine. Write that down I'll sign it.

Miss Jakes, I know it
sound like overkill,

but we're just trying to protect
ourselves from the competition.

Did I ever tell you, you
are seriously cropped out?

Guilty as charged.
Now, would you sign?

At least you're honest.

What about that field test?
I'd like to start next...

Come in.

Promise you won't
throw anything at me?

Your assistant remembered
me and let me up.

He did, did he? I'll have
to talk to him about that.

Have lunch with me, give
me chance to apologize.

No, no, I really can't
get away right now.

I knew you were gonna say
that. So, I brought this.

You got to eat some time.

Something tells me we worked
together before, Detective Nepps.

Could be. Volunteer Investigations
Unit recruited from me the FBI.

So, how do you like your new job?

The pay is better, so are the
benefits, OOT, bonus for closing a case.

Nice perks.

And under the Companion
Protector decree

there are no more Miranda rights,
no Supreme Court to worry about.

I see your hands have
been pretty much untied.

Oh, crime against the Taelons is
becoming more sophisticated. We're coping.

How does this particular case qualify
as a crime involving the Taelons?

The murder weapon.

It's a bandit Taelon technology twisted
in a way only a human mind could imagine.

- Isn't that evidence?
- It's already been through forensics.

A knife with an energy blade.

Now there's perverted
application of technology.

It gets better.

One for stabbing, one for slashing.

Well, it's a weapon of choice
in the Fringes these days.

Three homicides in two weeks.

Each time the body's been slashed,
then moved and dump in alleyway.

- Sounds like a serial killer to me.
- No, it's a different attacker every time.

- What makes you so sure?
- The sniffer.

Oh, I've seen it, it
collects biochemical residue.

This puppy not only collects it, it analyses
it and instantaneously identifies the DNA.

How accurate is it?

Watch.

Ok, here we go.

Her name is Olga Lagos,
she's wearing L'air du temps,

and by the acid of her skin I'd bet
she had orange juice for breakfast.

Not bad!

Look, Kincaid,

I know you outrank me here, so,
please, excuse any disrespect,

but why the sudden
interest in one of my cases?

I have a friend who thinks the
kid you're holding is innocent.

Well, tell your friend that the
suspect's biochemical signature

is all over the murder weapon.

Remember we had that
picnic in Unity Park?

I wanted to be romantic,
instead I got poison ivy.

I guess I should have
taken it as an omen.

- Don't say that.
- Come on, Ken.

You and I could never work, we're
too much alike, too competitive.

Well, maybe we should try
little cooperation for a change.

I noticed that Doors International has some
pretty interesting venture capital projects.

- As does Mathews Investments.
- But you beat me with Janis Jakes.

I win some, you lose some.

Could she really deliver the lucid dreaming
hardware everyone's been talking about?

It's memory science
taking to the next level.

- How so?
- Well, the memory device,

the MNEME technology allows
you to relive your own memories.

Janis' adaptation, allows you to
create selected dreams in real time.

Alright, let say you
wanna dream about Tahiti.

You adjust the head set,
drift off, you're there.

I'd rather dream about you.

At least have dinner
with me tomorrow night.

Look, Ken, we tried to make
it work for six months...

It just wasn't meant to be.

Truth is I miss you.

I miss having you to talk to.

Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Palmer,
but the ambassador has arrived.

Tell him I'll be right out.

Eight o'clock. And we split the check.

So, let me get this straight.

You and Amp had a
philosophical disagreement.

The technology is supposed to be free.

Alright, you share what
you do and everyone wins.

- So, you're not interested in making money?
- No way, man,

you didn't know who was Amp. Amp
was way into the green. I mean,

we were... we were writing
codes for this... this...

project we were working on.
There was this major company

that was interested in buying it.

- You said no, Amp said yes.
- No, worse.

He told them that he
wrote the code by himself.

Okay, look, I've... I've never told
anybody about this before and...

the night before it
happened I had this dream.

Okay, and it way too weird, and..

I, uh... I was hearing these
voices, okay, and this voice,

okay, this voice told me to kill Amp.

Oh, come on, Crash, with the
five million dollar motive?

- No jury's gonna buy an insanity defense.
- That is not what I'm saying.

Okay, what I'm saying is that somebody...
somebody invaded my dream, okay.

And whoever it was, they killed Amp, and
then they planted evidence to frame me.

Wait a second. You're trying to
tell me, that you and your buddies

can actually invade
someone else's dreams.

I can't, okay? But I
know people who can.

I know the technology is out there,
I've played around with it, alright?

And I'm saying that the murder took
place exactly like it did inside my dream.

The energy knife,
everything was the same.

And why would somebody do that?

In some demented way I feel like um...

You know I feel like whoever it is,
they're trying to get back at me.

- Get back at you for what?
- I don't know.

I don't know, I ju...

I just...

Every night, you know, I just...
I keep hearing the whispering.

And I hear... I hear the voice and...

and it keeps telling me, you know, that I...

that I think I'm so hot, and
I'm no better than he is, and...

And you know, and I was too chicken
to kill Amp, so he had to do it for me.

This voice is telling me, okay,
that I'm the guilty one, not him.

That I deserve everything
that is happening to me.

Oh, man, I just...

I...

I'm afraid to go to sleep at night.

It's getting late. We
should be heading back.

I'll race you to the water?

How much of a head start do you need?

Come here.

- I've missed you so much.
- I wish I could believe that.

Let me show you.

Ken?

- He's gone now.
- Who are you?

Your needs, your
desires your instincts.

Others have been
dreaming about you, Renee.

I was hoping to get
to know you better.

Look, I know this sounds crazy,

but Crash thinks that someone
made him dream the murder,

then went out and killed Amp for real.

- Why would someone do that?
- Just what I asked.

Crash says the guy has a grudge. He
told Crash he got what he deserved.

Come on, the only thing
the dream headset does,

is that let you control your own
dreams, not invade someone else's.

But it's possible.

If dream surfing existed I'd not
only know about it, I'd own it.

Doors has a contract with Janis
Jakes, she's like the Queen of dream.

Hello, Janis is a major has-been.
She has to be at least thirty.

That's not a crime, you know.

Speaking of dreams, I had kind of
a strange one myself last night.

Any details you'd like to share?

No. Anyway, it wasn't violent.

Look, I'll ask Janis if
she's been holding out on me

but I really think
it's a waste of time.

Maybe Da'an knows
something about this.

I doubt it. Even if they got the technology,
the Taelons don't have the imagination

to come up with anything as
creative as dream surfing.

Well, they were imaginative enough to use
MNEME technology to steal our memories.

Knock yourself out.

And you believe we possess
this dream technology?

The thought crossed my mind.

Such an invasion would be a
serious violation of privacy.

That hasn't stopped Zo'or before.

Although, I'm reasonably positive that the
Taelons have no knowledge of this matter,

I shall make inquiries
just to be certain.

I appreciate it.

I continue to be impressed
with humanity's ingenuity

in applying the technology which the Taelons
have so generously bestowed upon them.

We call it imagination.

It is sadness that such imagination

so often has negative consequences.

I like to think the good outweighs
the bad. Most of the time.

Let us hope you are right.

Bring me this pirated
technology at once.

Anticipating your request I already have
agents in the field working undercover.

Then instruct them to work harder.

This dream device has many
interesting possibilities.

You know, Janis, Doors International
would be very interested

in licensing your plasma circuitry.

Not everything has a price.

- It does where I come from.
- Oh, yeah, what's yours?

Nah, you couldn't afford me,
but, I'm flattered you asked.

I love when the play hard to get.

Ah, listen...

I've been hearing these rumors

someone selling dream surfing technology
on the black market these days.

News to me. Speed,
where is that java?

I finished the code on the interface.

Hey, have we met?

Yeah, I am surprised that you remember,
you must meet hundreds of people.

Oh, thanks. Yeah, of course, I
remember, you came up to my office.

You were working on an enviro-shield that
still have a few glitches if I recall.

Yeah, well, I've managed
to iron out most of them.

Anyway, as of three weeks
ago I work for Janis.

Well, good luck with the
project, it has potential.

Thanks. Uh... I guess I should
get back to the interface, yeah?

The interface can wait. Tell him what
you heard about that new dream tech.

Yeah, it lets the user
enter someone else's dream.

Sure, sounds possible.

Which would mean our
project is already obsolete.

Don't you known when
to keep your mouth shut?

What? You always say
that anything's possible.

Possible! Miss Palmer
overstayed her welcome.

Look, I was only asking a question,
I didn't mean to offend you.

- Well, you did. Now, go.
- Alright, alright.

Just make sure we're still on target
for that production dead line...

Blah, blah, blah.

- Is she always this temperamental?
- Only when she's being creative.

Yeah? Well, then you two should have
one hell of a creative afternoon.

- Take a look at this.
- What am I looking at?

It's the first generation
dream surfing rig.

I got it from a friend of a friend.

It sends and receives bio-frequencies,
but only within a 25 yard radius.

- If it works.
- Oh, it works. I tested it.

This is bootleg technology, Street,

weren't you just a little
worried about frying your brain?

No pain, no gain.

Tell me what you
dreamed about last night.

- I don't remember my dreams.
- Sure you do.

You were sitting on this
beautiful beach all alone,

and there was this woman
swimming towards the shore.

- How do you know that?
- She got out of the water,

and started towards you, and she was the
most perfect creature you'd ever seen,

until I showed up and
turned her into a seal.

I can't believe this.

- Oh, she really wasn't your type, anyway.
- You put yourself in my dream?

I told you Crash was innocent.

- Maybe.
- But we know the technology exists.

It still doesn't explain how the
biochemical signature got on the knife.

That's your department, fly boy.

Detective Nepps said there were three
other murders with the same MO as Crash.

Meaning?

Meaning if there is a serial
killer stalking people's dreams,

I bet he paid them a visit as well.

Open the case.

The amount we agreed on.

Your merchandise.

Sweet dreams, Agent Sandoval.

So, with Jonathan Doors gone, it sounds
like you're pretty much running the company.

Well, there's the board
of directors but, uh...

Thank you. For the most
part I do what I want.

Then let's partner of
this Janis Jake's deal.

We've always made a terrific team.

Ken, I told you, Doors isn't
interested in co-venturing on this one.

You know, I bet I can change
your mind by breakfast.

Is that what all this is about, huh?

- A business proposition.
- Oh, what if it is?

Your biggest turn on was
always turning a profit.

Maybe I should call a cab, huh?

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

You see, I did a little
homework after we've broke up.

Some things just didn't make sense, so, I
hired a professional to do some checking.

- You had me watched?
- In fact, I did.

I match dates, places,
times you were missing,

times you were on an
unexpected business trip,

and I came up with a
very interesting theory.

It seems possible that my girlfriend
could have been working for the Resistance.

You know what? I don't
have time for this.

Amnesty or not, Renee,

a past with the Resistance
will cost you your career.

How dare you try to blackmail me.

Does that mean we have a deal?

I can't believe I was
ever in love with you.

Love? You were never more than
a good time on a Saturday night.

Call me in the morning, sweetie. I'll
have my lawyers drop the papers.

Go to hell.

I know your secrets
Renee. All of them.

You can't run away, there's nowhere
to hide. I never loved you, Renee.

I used you. I used you. I used
you. I used you. I used you.

- I used you.
- Stop it.

You can make it stop,
Renee. You know what to do.

- She's Resistance. She's Resistance.
- Stop it!

She's Resistance.

I said...

- Stop it.
- Do it.

It's what you really want, isn't it?

Give in to it, Renee.

- That's it! Give in to it.
- He deserves to die.

You've reach Ken Mathews. Leave
a message and I'll call you back.

Oh, hey, Ms. Palmer, what's up?

I was trying to reach
Janis. Is she around?

Join the club.

No, she said she was gonna pull in Atlanta,
you want me to leave a message for you?

Ah, no, no, that's alright. I
was just checking in, thanks.

- Miss Palmer.
- Yes?

I was wondering if I could have
a couple minutes of your time?

And you're?

Detective Sam Nepps,
Volunteer Investigations.

We met at the fundraiser last week.

What can I do for you, detective?

Well, if you don't mind my asking,
who were you with last night?

I was having dinner with
a business associate.

His name is Ken Mathews.

When was the last time
you spoke to Mr. Mathews?

Last night.

Actually, I tried calling him
this morning, but no one answered.

That's because he's in the morgue.

Renee Palmer,

I'm placing you under arrest for
the murder of Kenneth Mathews.

- I asked for a lawyer three hours ago.
- This is Volunteer investigations.

You don't get a lawyer. Nepps
let me see you as a favor.

Honest to God, Liam, part
of me wanted him dead.

But you didn't kill him, I
talked to the other suspects,

all of them heard the
dream stalker's voice.

But the evidence they found
on that knife is not a dream.

The killer planted it.

And how did he get my
biochemical signature?

You came into contact with him at
some point. So did the other suspects.

I come into contact with hundreds
of people, and that's before lunch.

How do we narrow the list?

Did the stalker say anything
that would help to identify him?

Well, he's a violence
junkie, that's for sure.

He told me...

I belong to him now.

That I'll get what I deserve.

Sounds like a grudge.
Just like Crash.

Nepps always seems to be in the
right place at the right time.

He is a cop, his job is to be in
the right place at the right time.

He claims...

we met at a fundraiser a week ago.
Maybe I did something to tick him off.

My guess is he's
watching us right now.

I'll check him out.

Did Janis Jakes give you anything?

No, no, she doesn't know the goods.

Yeah, the Taelon said
they don't either.

Someone's lying.

Why have you come?

I have something you need.

You have tortured me for the
last time, Agent Sandoval.

I shall expose you for
the monster you really are.

You expose me

and the Synod will
know your Kriss habit.

When Zo'or learns that you have aided
the Jaridians you will be executed.

I won't let you do this to me.

You have betrayed the Taelons.
You have betrayed humanity.

You will be punished.

Give in to it. He deserves to die.

Now you're mine.

Oh!

Well, at least we know that
all the people who were framed

- are connected to dream technology.
- I knew that twelve hours ago.

Okay, you win.

We've been up all night we've got
squad. Does it make feel you better?

Ooh, better than this does.
What do you put in here?

Soy milk instead of cream, and
stevia instead of sugar. It's healthy!

Now it's plant food.

Did you come out any
specs on the energy knife?

Just so happens I did.

Hacked into the
Volunteers evidence bank.

Driver. It's an FR-100. Military issue.

It's used power everything
from weapons to toaster ovens.

Not this one. It's been adapted
with a bootleg amplifier.

The whole thing looks like
it's built from spare parts.

It's as homemade as apple pie.

So, if we find out who's been buying
bootleg amplifiers, we may find the killer.

A stranger page from Da'an.

Da'an?

I am here, Major.

Da'an, what happen?

There is no cause for
alarm. I am quite well.

Though I will require
a new exo-covering.

Who did this to you?

I was in an energy shower at the
time, so I did not see my assailant.

Security didn't catch him?

He was able to override top level security
protocols and thus evaded the guards.

Fortunately, we have
recovered his weapon.

An energy knife? Which
mean you have an ID.

Apparently, my attacker...

was Ronald Sandoval.

You are most fortunate that
Da'an survived your brutal attack

or you would already be dead.

I'm innocent, Zo'or.

I had no reason to hurt
Da'an or any Taelon.

You are the only human entrusted
with level 5 security protocols.

He's telling you the truth, Zo'or.

Your loyalty to your species
is commendable, Major Kincaid.

But a Taelon has been brutally attacked.
The perpetrator must be punished.

Agent Sandoval isn't the perpetrator.

We recovered the weapon with Agent
Sandoval's biochemical signature.

His security codes were used to access
the embassy and confound the guards.

We're dealing with a technical genius.

The attacker captured Sandoval's codes
by hacking into the embassy mainframe.

Ridiculous. Our
system is impenetrable.

I just spoke to Volunteer Investigations,
they confirm the system was breached.

Bring me this intruder

and I will reconsider the
case against Agent Sandoval.

Until then, he will
remain in detention.

A human will pay for this crime.

I need your connection to
bandit dream technology.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

A stalker got into your dream,

provoked you to murder and then
framed you. Am I getting close?

Interesting theory.

Are you wanna help me catch him?

Or you wanna gamble on
Zo'or's sense of justice?

I didn't get any names.

I dropped the payment at some

tech mart at 2nd and Central. Major...

I'd... I'd be appreciative
of anything you could do.

Anyone home?

I was unable to identify you
from our earlier conversation.

You modified your
transmission harmonics.

Yeah, just like you did.

So, let's get down to business. Can
you supply me with a dream rig?

My contact has temporarily
ceased production.

And how about an
amplifier for an FR-100?

For what purpose?

Come on, we both know why I'm asking.
There's only one thing that's used for.

I sold my last one.

I'd be willing to pay
for the name of you buyer.

Don't move!

Book her and get her out of here.

Let go of me, you pig! You
can't do this. I have rights!

Where's your search warrant?

Volunteers Investigations
has field discretion

when it comes to search and seizure.
I don't need a search warrant!

I don't need to hear anymore from you!

Fascist!

This guy doesn't have to follow the
rules. I'd do what he says, Ms. Jakes.

You better be right about this, Major.

Detective.

Over here.

Ah, exhibit A: dream
surfing technology.

Exhibit B: biochemical
samples from the dreamers.

And exhibit C: energy drivers
along with the murder weapon.

A serial killer.

Good instincts, Major. I owe you one.

Yeah, let's call that even.

Well, I have a report to finish. Until
our magistrate court has signed off,

I'd say you friends
will be free by morning.

So, Janis Jakes was the dream stalker.

I guess, she was holding
out on you after all.

She must have got the biochemical
sample from the coffee cup I used.

But how did you tie her
to the other killings?

Bootleg component for the energy knife
came from a tech mart on 2nd and Central.

I check the place out, they told
me Janis is the best customer.

Something wrong?

It's just...

I know I'd ticked Janis
off once or twice but...

I really never thought
she was violent.

You're tired, Renee.

Go home. It'll all make more
sense after you get some sleep.

Maybe.

Thanks.

Hey, hot stuff. Had
new wild dreams lately?

No.

But I have an address I
need you to check for me.

Ms. Palmer.

Speed?

What are you doing here?

I... I buy my supplies here, but
I'm surprised to see you here.

So, you know who runs this place?

I've never met him face to face, why?

Well, I think Janis
may have been framed.

All I need is a little biochemical
evidence and I'll have a name.

I'm gonna start up there.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Did you find out who
owns the tech mart?

There were like fifty dummy
corporations, and trusts,

and shells all nested and protected
within firewalls but we blasted through,

- and guess who we found.
- Janis' assistant Speed.

But Speed can't own that
place, he's just a fringer.

Oh, he's a fringer
with mondo green, man.

There's more. We just met the guy who
manufactures the battery amplifiers

and he just got an order for five
more amps from the same customer.

Janis Jakes is in jail, so she
sure as hell did place the order.

Which means Speed framed Janis.

And if I know Renee, she's
out there looking for him.

I can track her global.

She's downtown. Nearest
intersection is 2nd and Central.

The tech mart. Call the police.

I've been dreaming
about you a lot lately.

Look, Speed, I can help you.

You wanted to kill Ken
Mathews, didn't you?

I didn't do it.

You think you're above it all, don't you?

I knew it the first time
I walked into your office,

you weren't even
paying attention to me.

You picked my ideas apart
like you had all the answers.

No, no, I said your
ideas had potential.

I've got news for you. You're
no better than the rest of us.

We all have the same primal instincts.

You hate.

You fear.

You kill.

- Speed, put the knife down.
- No.

You can't play God this time,
Ms. Palmer. It's my turn.

Renee!

I'm here!

Freeze!

Renee.

Hang on.

Thanks to Taelon biomimicry, we've been
able to treat her physical injuries.

What about the coma?

Oh, the human brain is still a mystery.
Physiologically there's nothing wrong.

She could regain
consciousness in five days

or five years...

- Or...
- Or never?

It's a possibility.

Look what you've done to me.

No. No, it wasn't my fault.

- Coward.
- Please, leave me alone.

- You're gonna pay for this.
- I didn't do anything to you.

It was Speed.

- Surprised to see me?
- Get away from me.

You know I can't do that.
It spoils all my fun.

- What does this measure?
- Brainwave activity.

It's not uncommon for
comatose patients to dream.

What is uncommon is her
elevated adrenalin level.

- I can't explain it.
- I think I can. Street.

I'm picking up a transmission. It's a
bio-frequency directed at this room.

Jam it.

- I can't.
- Her heart rate's becoming irregular.

I need 20cc of isoprenaline, stat.

Is it true if you die in
your dream you die for real?

I don't want to find out.

Didn't you say the dream rig
only has a range of 25 yards?

- That's right.
- Is this the top floor?

Yes.

It's no use, Renee, you
can't get away from me.

Liam.

- Make him stop.
- Take it easy.

No, you don't understand,
he's gonna kill me.

It will be easier if
you don't fight him.

You're not Liam. You're not Liam.

It's time to die, Renee.

Code blue.

Dial up the power.

300.

Clear!

Bag her.

Clear!

Clear!

Give me 350.

Stand by sodium bicarbonate.

We've stabilized her.

Uh-oh.

Blue algae, omega acids.

House specialty.

- You shouldn't have.
- Oh, don't knock it until you've tried it.

So, let me get this straight.

Speed was getting you back because
you turned down one of his projects?

Obviously, he couldn't
handle rejection.

He thought anyone who
turned him down was arrogant

and smug, and needed
to be taught a lesson.

- What about Sandoval?
- Ah, same thing.

Couple days after he met with Renee,

Sandoval interviewed him for tech job
on the mother ship and turned him down.

Speed was consumed with rage.

He thought by getting us
to give in to our rage,

prove that we're no
better than he was.

Speed may be gone, but the
djinni's out of the bottle.

Meaning?

Well, we can regulate technology, but

we can't police what
people are gonna do with it.

And humans perverted it
this time not the Taelons.

Oh, may be a human will use the next way
of the technology to cure brain decease or

treat coma patients.

- Aren't we the optimist?
- What's wrong with that?

Yeah, what's wrong with
that? To human ingenuity.

Drink up, ladies.

I managed to obtain the latest model.

Far more advanced than we'd hopped.

Imagine that.

Subtitled by
Axarion