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A speaker describes waking up with a strong, urgent felt need to understand what is happening in their life and to figure out what’s going on. After attempting to prepare for a walk, they become emotionally unsettled but manage to read a verse that they believe will shed light for others. The other participant introduces the passage and then reads it aloud, delivering a long, dystopian warning about a hidden agenda. The quoted text asserts: “We will keep their lives short and their minds weak while pretending to do the opposite. We will use our knowledge of science and technology in subtle ways so that they never see what is happening. We will use soft metals, aging accelerators, and sedatives in food and water as well as in the air. They will be covered in poisons wherever they turn. The soft metals will make them lose their minds. We will promise to find a cure from our many funds, and yet we will give them more poison. Chemical poisons will be absorbed through the skin of idiots who believe that certain hygiene and beauty products presented by great actors and musicians will be eternal youth to their faces and bodies. And through their thirsty and hungry mouths, we will destroy their minds and systems of internal organs, reproduction. However, their children will be born as disabled and deformed, and we will hide this information. The poisons will be hidden in everything around them, in what they drink, eat, breathe, and wear. We have to be ingenious in distributing poisons because they can see far. We'll teach them that poisons are good with funny pictures and musical tones on TV. Those who are looking for them will be helpful. We will will enroll them to push our poisons. They will see that our products are used in film, and they will get used to them, and they will never know their true effect. When they give birth, we will inject poisons into the blood of their children and convince them that we are helping them. We will start earlier when their minds are young, and we will target their children with what children love most, sweet things. When their teeth decay, we will fill them with metals that kill their minds and steal their future. And when their ability to learn has been affected, we'll create more drugs that will make them sicker and cause them other illnesses for which we will create even more drugs. We will make them docile and weak before us by our power. They will grow depressed, slow, and obese. And when they come for us to help, we will give them more poison. We will focus our attention on money and material goods so they never connect with their inner self. We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures so that they are never one with the unity of all. Their minds will belong to us, and they will do as we say. And if they refuse, we will find ways to implement technologies that alters the mind in their lives. We will use fear as a weapon. We will establish their governments, and we will establish opposition within them. We will own both sides. We will always hide our goal, but we will continue our plan. They will do the work for us, and we will prosper from their toil. Our families will never mix with theirs and our blood. It must be pure because it is. We will make them kill each other when they oppose us. We will keep them separate from unity through dogma and religion, and we will control all aspects of their lives and and tell them what to think and how. We will guide them kindly and let them believe that they are guiding themselves. We will instigate animosity among them through our factions. When a light shines among them, we will extinguish it by mockery or death, whichever make them tear their hearts apart and kill their own children. We will accomplish this using hatred as our ally, anger as our friend. Hatred will completely blind them, and they will never see that in their conflicts, we will be their leaders. They will be killing each other. They will bathe in their own blood and kill their neighbors as long as we see that they are against us. We will benefit greatly from this for they will not see us for they cannot see us. We will continue to prosper from their wars and their deaths. We will repeat this until our ultimate goal is achieved. We will continue to make them live in fear and anger, and we will give them images and sounds. We will use all tools we have to achieve this. The tools will be provided by their work, and we will make them hate themselves and their neighbors. We will always hide the divine truth from them that we are all one. That he must never know. They must never know that color is an illusion. They must always believe that they are not equal. And drop by drop by drop by drop, we will advance our goal. We will take over their lands and resources and wealth to exercise control over all media. We will use this media to control the flow of information and their feelings in our favor. When they rise up against us, we will crush them like insects because they are less than that. They will be helpless to do anything about it. Wow. The speaker notes having discussed with several people about a hidden agenda on earth and being newly awake to conditioning they’ve experienced for a long time. They acknowledge feeling overwhelmed by the depravity described, but insist they cannot dwell on it and must continue sharing love and light, planting seeds for others to know that they don’t have to live this way. They urge others to wake up and question reality, saying, “you don’t know what you know until you know it,” and expressing that they cannot make others see what they cannot yet see. They resonate with the idea that the “face fake matrix” is keeping people imprisoned in fear. The overall message emphasizes awakening to a perceived hidden control plan, choosing to respond with love and truth, and encouraging others to question reality and seek greater unity beyond fear and division.

The conversation reveals a dark confession about the Umbrella Corporation and a hidden underground facility. It starts with Speaker 0 stating that “you and I have the same employer. We all work the Umbrella Corporation. The mansion above us is an emergency entrance to the hive. US security operators laced there to protect that end.” Speaker 1 asks, “What about this?” and Speaker 0 explains that “your marriage is a fake. Just part of your copper to protect the secrecy of the hive. And where is the hive? Children.” Speaker 1 then begins “Accessing schematic of the hive.” Speaker 0 provides a location and background: “Raccoon City, Eris Turbans. The mansion, where it was found, and through which we gained access to the train, which in turn brought us to the hive.” The hive itself is described as underground, “deep beneath the streets of Rackham City,” a “top secret research facility owned and operated by the Umbrella Corporation.” Its staff is substantial—“over 500 technicians, scientists, support staff”—who “live and work underground.” The research is said to be “of the highest importance” and “classified.” Their position on the map is indicated by heat signature, and Speaker 0 proclaims, “The planets will be mine. The king in black is awake.” Speaker 2 interjects, “I will kill your world,” to which Speaker 0 responds, “Everyone will burn you.” A dialogue ensues about power and faith: Speaker 1 calls for peace and a “strong link. Abandon your body to the will of our god.” The mood shifts to confrontation and urgency as Speaker 0 declares, “Savage.” Speaker 1 orders, “Ashley, run. Okay.” There are tactical exchanges and a sense of mounting conflict: “God, I thank for your gifts. You want it only?” and Speaker 1 responds, “Let's get up here.” Speaker 0 asserts, “Allow me to show you how it has—,” and Speaker 1 adds, “Let's go replenish the ranks.” The scene moves from ascent to combat, with Speaker 0 saying, “From here to under this armor. I'm not running from this one,” while Speaker 1 notes, “as much as I'd like to.” A moment of rebellion or resurrection is hinted at with, “Not every day you resurrected god.” The tension peaks with a grim resolve: “Darn. I'll not leave you for nothing to see. Already. We have no power here. Alright, Bugani now. They are in your very skin.” The exchange ends on a probing question and a shock: “What is it?” followed by Speaker 0’s question, “How, Derek? How?” indicating confusion or a reveal about a betrayal or transformation. Overall, the transcript centers on uncovering the hive beneath the mansion in Raccoon City, the scale and secrecy of the Umbrella facility, the existential threat posed by the awakening king in black, and the characters’ struggle to confront the revelations, protect allies like Ashley, and face the invasion or possession implied by those “in your very skin.”

Speaker 0 prepares for death, expecting "an eternity of fire." Speaker 1 urges action. Speaker 2 expresses surprise at "mister s" bungee jumping. Speaker 3 pleads to live, blaming a "glandular problem" for being too heavy. Speaker 3 then yells out "Horlock. Chuds. Mole people." Speaker 1 states there is no escape from the "fortress of the moles," then notes an exception.

The speaker visits Phil Hartman at his modest Hollywood home, where Hartman displays his Emmy and a presidential memento. Hartman's life reflects his comedic persona: he enjoys surfing, flying planes, playing guitar, and driving fast cars. At the "News Radio" studio, Hartman prepares for a new episode, meticulously marking his script with parallel lines and recyclable tabs for each scene. He expresses his love for the show's writing and cast. The speaker attempts to learn Hartman's lines, seeking help from Dave Foley. Hartman and Maura Turner rehearse a scene. The speaker then tries to perform Hartman's role, but struggles and ultimately steps aside, gaining a greater appreciation for Hartman's talent and experience.

We're all ready for a hand. It may be hard for you to say it, but I've been doing this for 31 years. For evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.

Speaker delivers a frenzied monologue filled with violent imagery, gear lists, and fatalistic talk. He starts with cryptic calls: "I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now?" and "Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one." He jots supplies: "Here's my belt," "I got my Minnesota patch," "private Gengen," and mentions "new headphones so I can hear them scream." He references a past act: "That dude raped someone." He notes emergency gear: "Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Pop it through the hand." He declares mood swings from affection to hostility: "Tomorrow. I love you. Tomorrow. I hate you." The closing line: "It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good."

The scene centers on a group of characters wrestling with sobriety, addiction, and the pressures of family and recovery. Speaker 0 opens with a stark line about confronting a death sentence sober, suggesting that sobriety can stretch time into “an eternity.” The conversation shifts to gratitude and endurance: Speaker 1 asks Charlie to thank God for “Six months of sobriety,” prompting silence from Charlie about what he wants to say. A tension-filled moment follows as Speaker 0 teases a lingering smell of weed, while Speaker 2 notes Charlie’s appearance, saying “You look like you came from a funeral.” The group moves to practical matters, with Speaker 2 offering space to use the bathroom and then referencing “my mother's oxies,” hinting at the pervasive presence of drugs in their environment. Charlie asserts his resistance to being labeled a drug addict, telling Speaker 0, “Dad, I'm not gonna listen to you tell me what a drug addict I am,” and contrasts his loyalty to continuity in governance with his family’s expectations, asking if his father will learn about Charlie’s situation when elected and pointing out that he’d be in Sacramento, governing. A moral choice emerges: “You can either head back to treatment or live on the streets. It's your choice. Charlie.” The dynamic teases loyalty and blame, with Charlie asked whether his dad would know about the situation if he remains involved with the governor’s race, leading to the insinuation that familial and political pressures collide. The dialogue acknowledges that “You're taking their side? Right. You're right. Go shoot up. Prove everyone right.” The group contemplates thirty days as a decisive period. The discussion broadens into the realities of outpatient treatment, emphasizing freedom paired with responsibility, and the necessity of ongoing group participation. The tone suggests hope and failure, with remarks such as, “We think he'll stay. He has no choice.” The theme of relationships—friendship in sobriety versus romance—emerges, and Speaker 0 notes the temptation to drink: “You know what would be so great right now? Drink.” The group grapples with the disease’s hold and the consequences of denial, as Speaker 0 warns, “If you continue to refuse to accept the disease that put you here, you will continue to be a repeat offender,” while another voice counters with, “Don't you mean repeat customer?” The tension culminates in a grim sense of confinement versus danger: “Rehab or jail, you know, quite a wide selection there. One of us had to keep him safe.” The room’s atmosphere suggests a claustrophobic, prison-like environment, contrasted with the possibility of escape. Speaker 0 reflects on the core motive behind addiction, “It's never about the drugs. All I ever wanted was a way to kill the noise.” The conversation closes with a bleak, dark humor about stigma and status: “Who is this kid with the silver spoon in his mouth and why does he keep cooking heroin in it? Total waste of a good utensil.”

Look around you, what do you see? A bunch of fools in disguise. Do you really believe that the prince of darkness would bother to show himself to poor clones like you? He never has, he never will. You read his book, but you have no idea of his true power. Only I have understood his secret, only I have grasped the master's grand design. Only I am truly worthy of enjoying the fruits of this discovery. The absolute power to decide my own destiny. You will see. As for you, Saint-Martin, you are even more guilty than the rest of this miserable gathering. You know what the book can do in the right hands, yet you have willingly participated in these grotesque actions and have succumbed to the senile angels of tired flesh in the name of the master.

Speaker 0: I never go back to the carpet store. Speaker 1: This guy's taken Roy off the grid, no social security number. Speaker 2: The Matrix is everywhere, even in this room. It blinds you from the truth. You're a slave, born into a prison you can't sense. Speaker 1: The Matrix is our enemy, but most people aren't ready to unplug. Speaker 2: They're dependent on the system and will fight to protect it. Speaker 1: Live again. Speaker 2: Not everyone can be a robot polisher.

The conversation follows Howard Beale, who declares a final revelation and that “the light is impending. I bear witness to the light.” He appears disoriented, and Speaker 1 escorts him to a conference room, noting Beale’s agitation and his own impression that Beale is mad. Speaker 2 interrupts Beale’s crisis with a stark warning: “You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, mister Beale, and I won’t have it. Is that clear? Do you think you merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back.” He frames the disruption as an ecological and economic rebalancing, insisting that “There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems.” He lists currencies—“Petro dollars, electro dollars, multi dollars, Reichmarks, RINs, rubles, pounds, and shekels”—as the structural reality of the world’s order. Speaker 1 expands on the idea, stating that “It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today.” He further declares that “the world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business.” He argues that the world’s dynamics are driven not by nations or ideologies but by corporate power, likening the global arena to a business enterprise. The dialogue then moves to Beale’s role and the proposition of his audience: “And you will atone.” Speaker 1 asks if he’s getting through to Beale, noting Beale’s television platform: “You get up on your little 21 inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBN and ITT and AT and T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon.” He contends that the Russians also operate with analytical tools, using “linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions,” to calculate prices and investments, asserting that “We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, mister Beale. The world is a college of corporations.” Speaker 1 concludes with a chilling vision: “The world is a business, mister Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, mister Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company for whom all men

Speaker 0: This is no time for reflection. What shall we do with the body? Speaker 1: Will Gary, will Brandon rubbish the temple and Speaker 2: the blood flow, he agreed to meet Speaker 3: again and assess what to do with Speaker 2: it. Agree. Speaker 1: Now what shall we do? Let us make our escape out of the kingdom. Speak, fairy man. Let us hail people. Speaker 3: Hail, captain. Hail. Hollow. Is that your ship yonder? It is. Whither are you bound? To Ethiopia. Do you take passengers? I do. Will you take us? I will. If you have king Solomon's past. We have no past, but we have money, and we will pay you your demands. And you cannot go, for Speaker 1: I have strict orders not to take workmen from the temple out of the country unless expressed permission from King Song. What shall we do? Speaker 3: Let us turn back in other countries. Speaker 1: Agreed. Speaker 3: Oh lord, my god. Oh, lord, my god. Oh, lord, my god. Is there no help for the widow's son? Brother, I'm retired. You will raise the body by the grip Speaker 1: of an inner clenched mason. Speaker 3: Well, section of king Solomon, the body cannot be so raised owing to its advanced state of decomposition. It having been dead fifteen days. Skin slips from the flesh. Then you will endeavor to raise the body by the true grip of a philanthropy. Most excellent king's song. For like reasons before, the body cannot be thus raised. The flesh cleaves from the bone. Speaker 1: We're having tired of it. Shield and defend us from the evil intentions of our enemies, and support us under the trials and afflictions which we are destined to endure while traveling through this veil of tears. Man that is born of woman is of a is of few days and full of trouble. He cometh forth as a flower and is cut down, He sleep as well as a shadow and continue not. Seeing that his days are determined, the number of his months is with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass. Turn from him that he may rest till he shall accomplish his day. For there is hope of a tree if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch therefore will not cease. But man diet and wasted the way. Yeah. Man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? As the waters fail fail from the sea and the flood decayeth and drieth up, so man lieth down and rises not up, for the heavens shall be no more. Yet. Lord have compassion on the children of thy creation administer them comfort in the time of trouble and save them with everlasting salvation. Amen. So will be. Speaker 2: Brother, I am attacked. My mind is now clear. Although the skin slips from the flesh and the flesh claves from the bone, there is yet still strength in the lion of the tribe of Judah. The body shall be raised on Speaker 3: the five points of fellowship, and Speaker 2: the first words spoken or uttered after Speaker 3: the body is raised will Speaker 2: be a substitute for ancient master's word until future generations discover the right. Speaker 4: Brother, who has been regularly initiated and entered apprentice Mason, passed to the degree of fellow crowd, now seek for a lack of masonry by being raised to the sublime degree, passed to Mason. Is this appear on pre ruling accord? Yes. Speaker 2: You will say I and ask your name in full. And in an audible front of voice, repeat after me. I. Of my own free and accord Of my own free will and accord. In addition to my former obligations In addition to my former obligations That I will always hail That I will always hail. Forever conceal Forever conceal. And never reveal Never reveal. 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Now observe both points of the compasses elevated above the square, which is teaching that you are now about to receive all the light, which can be conferred upon you in a logic of masturbations. And turn not to lose sight of this valuable instrument for which we are taught to circumscribe our desires. Keep our passions within and bound toward all mankind,

***** Speaker 0: Christ you burn with the scum. Vector guns. Vector Speaker 1: gun. It easy. Contemplated, turning to God like no malice. I was constantly trying to take it easy. Shit on my arms. There's no childish. Feeling real unruly. Still begging for change. Boy, that's so childish. I'm taking the risk, making exchanges. Stick to the codes, and one is silence. Lost my mom, then I lost my job. Karma really shook my earth. The new manager never understood my worth. Maybe Speaker 0: March has just begun. Oh, burn with the scum. Vector Vector gun. Recursion one beam. Vector gun recursion one more. Vector gun. *****

I know this steak doesn't exist, but ignorance is bliss. I don't want to remember anything or be rich. I want to be someone important, like an actor. You can get my body back in a power plant and reinsert me into the matrix. I'll get you what you want: access codes to the Zion mainframe. I don't know them, but I can get you the man who does. Morpheus.

The discussion centers on stress, guilt, and conflict. "Is that why you look a little haggard right now? Because you look a little worn. No offense." "I've been drinking a lot, but Is that because of the stress of this?" "Of course, stress, guilt, just conflict of all kinds." "I do feel bad about it. I also feel proud of it." "It's a terrible conflict. Because you've pulled off one of the greatest hoaxes ever because of your And because I made a film, if you wanna call it a film, which I considered to be my masterpiece." "And you can't take credit or even talk about it as if as if Well, I'm here you are now. I'm hereby taking service. Right." "But you can't actually go out. You're doing when people see this"

Hey Hollywood, you've been infiltrated by the devil, but are you ready to be infiltrated by the ghost?

You're here because you suspect something unexplainable. Who controls this country? They're everywhere, even in this room. Look out your window, turn on your TV, and see the truth. You're a slave, unaware to those who control you. You must see it for yourself. Choose the blue pill to believe what you want, or the red pill to join the controllers. I offer only the truth. Where am I? Is this Israel? Where's my wallet?

Speaker 0: The world has changed since the 20th century, Neo. It may be hard to accept, but it's the truth. Speaker 1: I can't believe it. This can't be real. Speaker 0: Facing reality isn't easy, Neo. But it's necessary. Speaker 1: Stop. Let me out. Let me out. Oh man, I hate math.

The scene centers on a tense, improvisational act that mixes technical danger with the formation of a rebellious mission. Speaker 0 is shown building a closed circuit, insisting on keeping a cap shunted “so you don’t accidentally detonate your charge,” and pressing to “create a show,” framing the moment as “an announcement of revolution. The message is clear.” Speaker 1 responds with a chilling promise: “I’ll be seeing you very soon.” The conversation then pivots to a ceremonial claim: “for bringing justice to the vigilante group known as the French seventy five, we are here to award Steven Lockjaw with the medal of honor.” The dialogue hints at love and loyalty with the line “You have to understand who will love you.” A personal vignette emerges: Speaker 0 recalls, “Me and mom used to run around and do some real bad / They got hurt. Now they're coming after us. I'm sorry.” The exchange reveals a sense of fatalism, as Speaker 0 asserts, “I didn't ask for this. That's just how the cards were rolled out for me,” only to be corrected by the other voice: “It's not cards. You don't roll cards. It's dice.” A moment of familial friction follows: “Dad, what is wrong with you? You're right.” They prepare to move on with “Let's go.” The scene shifts to a tunnel-like tension: “Tunnel. What? What's going on?” and a practical but desperate plea for weaponry: “I need a weapon, man. All you got is goddamn nunchucks here. You know where I can get a gun?” The dialogue then reflects a concern to protect “you from all your mom's stuff, from all my stuff, even though I know that's impossible.” A stark line marks a turning point: “This is the end of the line.” “Not for you.” A new character arrives: “Woah. Who's this?” They explain, “Oh, they're just my friends,” and dialogue turns to pronouns: “Now is that a he or a she or a they? It's not that hard. They, them. Okay.” A brief courtesy follows: “I just wanna be polite.” Then an intimate moment: “Yo. Say it. Say it, baby.” Endearments are exchanged: “Love you, Bob. Love you too.” The closing vibe asserts a philosophy of freedom: “You know what freedom is? No fear. Just like Tom Cruise.”

Gentlemen, the boss will arrive soon. Remember the rules: only speak when spoken to and do not interrupt. Speaker 1 is surprised to see everyone and comments on their appearance. Speaker 4 has been acting strange and Speaker 1 is upset about a potential invasion of Ukraine. Speaker 2 complains about being made to stutter. The boss enters and expresses satisfaction with their success. The boss reveals plans for World War 3 and the release of a new COVID variant. Speaker 1 asks to pull out of the car union, but the boss refuses. The boss mentions other chaotic events and warns of consequences for disobedience. Suddenly, Mark Zuckerberg appears, causing panic.

Alright, recruits, we're heading to a location that might be filled with illegals to take down. We're just here for questioning, cooperate and nothing bad will happen. I'm really sorry about this, I've got a monthly nut, you know. I gotta make my nut. Did a good job in there, soldier. I know it's tough doing what's hard, but we could use more men like you. What the Your Botox, miss Norm? Fix me up. Another day doing what's tough. Welcome to Mora Lago. Oh, you, mister president. Excuse me. I'm sorry. Backpack. Doorly explorer. Excuse me.

There's a saying. The devil's at his strongest while we're looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently while we're busy doing other shit. Daemons, they call them. They perform action without user interaction, monitoring, logging, notifications. Prime alerts us, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They're always there, always active. We can try to be right. We can try to be good. We can try to make a difference, but it's all bullshit. His intentions are irrelevant. They don't drive us. Demons do. And me, I've got more than most. They seduce. They manipulate. They own us. The only silver lining to all of this is that when we break through, we find a few familiar faces waiting on the other side.

Speaker 0 delivers a disjointed, urgent exchange centered on a knife. Key lines include: "Help you all day. Yes. You have a knife. Help you don't. They are fucking perfect." The speaker questions, "You're fucking bad in case you Why you fucking me tell? You fucking can't bash us. So so the knife. The knife. Kill me from from So the the knife." The motif repeats: "So the knife. Touch up. That's it. That's it. So the knife." The speaker alternates between commands and refusals: "Don't. Can't leave. I stop. Yeah. Yes." A stray aside notes, "Hold on, mate. My laptop. My laptop. To me." The close returns to imperative: "Don't talk at all. Repeat."

In a tense, war-torn exchange, the speaker articulates a sense of loss and defiance. The dialogue begins with: "Speaker 0: Welcome to war. I can't win. No. You took it from me. You took it from me." The confrontation escalates as the speaker challenges the other, asking, "How would it with you?" and then accuses a failure to access or alter critical data: "So you can't clean my scans. Why? Why? I already heard that." The lines convey the strain of combat, attribution of responsibility, and questions about information control under pressure, with repetition and abrupt questions heightening urgency and emotional stakes in the scene.

Speaker 0, Clarence, acknowledges his faults but desires to be like Jesus of Nazareth. He believes that knowledge is more powerful than belief and plans to crack at something with a miracle. Clarence claims to be the new messiah, dismissing others as semi swine and calling their god a myth. He challenges parents to walk on water and questions the existence of Taya.

I missed all of you and I promise I won't leave again. We'll make more pictures after Salome. This is my life, just us, the cameras, and the people in the dark. Mister DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.