While the SKATERS and BIKERS are out near the sexbot kennels, presumably
patrolling, the lizard ENGINEERS are gathered at a table at a meeting. There are
around nine of them.
While most of the staff is seated and slurping on maggot-ridden meat, the CONTROL
SUPERVISOR is standing to address the meeting.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: While productivity in the farming colonies is up, it hasn’t
been a watershed quarter. The solution is to capture and modify more of the outer
dissidents for our digging and filling.
ENGINEER #1: Global positioning satellites have a trace on a barricade in a former
church in Sector 9.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: Do we have spies in the area?
ENGINEER #1: (Unctuously) We have points of entry through their connection to the
Will of the People patrollers.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: Show me the reference points.
ENGINEER #1:(To ENGINEER #2) Pull up the access files.
ENGINEER #2: I’m digilogging them right now.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: In the meantime, what is the status update on the sexbots?
ENGINEER #3: How are the sexbots?
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: That’s what I said, Asslicker. Did I stutter?
ENGINEER #3: In terms of revenue?
The CONTROL SUPERVISOR casts a fiery glance at the ENGINEER #3. CUTAWAY:
For an instant we get a reptilian eyeball CLOSEUP of dilated pupils. CUT BACK to the
shivering ENGINEER #3.
ENGINEER #3: It looks like overall supply is up 12% with demand closely trailing at
11.2%. Overall sales are down however as peak vaginal intercourse was in April and
downgrading of services has resumed.
The OPERATIONS MANAGER barges into the meeting right then. He is a very tall
reptilian humanoid and, on balance, well more advanced in his herpetological
morphing. He is almost entirely covered in biomechanical contrivances with crude
Frankenstein bolts showing everywhere on his body.
Smashing his fist on the table, the OPERATIONS MANAGER speaks and it takes
precedence over what was going on before.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: Sales are down by 5 megatetras. I want to know what kind
of workers we’re getting down there. In my day, when a mutant wasn’t even given a
vitamin dose booster, all he wanted to do was ball. Show me the ward where the
captives are held at once!
He demands a tour of the dehumanizing apparatus that turns humans into mutants.
[Revision note: workers don’t need a ball and chain because they’ve been
transmutated so they’re instantly recognizable]
We see the CONTROL SUPERVISOR and OPERATIONS MANAGER walking with a
decisive air down the bridge to a highly secured area in the Echelon Agency
building. The CONTROL SUPERVISOR and OPERATIONS MANAGER then look
through the glass porthole into this locked ward. They see a smorgasbord of
desperate men who stand pensively dreading to be rebuilt biomechanically.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: These are the ones waiting to be rebuilt.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: (to CONTROL SUPERVISOR) They’ve all accepted their
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: Yes, High Lizard. I will now show you where they will be
transformed and implanted in.
The two lizard bosses then go to the chambers.
In the ward where the pre-disfigured are kept three cement-walled chambers next
to each other are on one side of a plexiglass barrier.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: We’re on standby but as you can see, this prisoner will be
implanted with a third leg with his jaw dislocated for greater Echelon control of his
The OPERATIONS MANAGER appears pleased.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: He is scrawny, Herr Control Supervisor.
The apparatus onscreen shows the man contorting using several robotic arms
springing from the walls. The man screams.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: That’s better.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: If you’ll look this way (he points) I will show you another
ongoing representative of our system.
The scene depicts another bound man mid-disfigurement.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: His tongue is removed and cauterized. The two ocular
prongs gouge the eyes into almost total blindness.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: That will fix his pencil neck.
Looking at the third chamber, the CONTROL SUPERVISOR directs the attendant to
turn a knob the size of a gong to make the modification more intense.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: This one is so bowlegged that I am physically repulsed.
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: He is being redrawn without the use of one of his legs and
one of his arms. The only relief from the subjugating pain he feels will be his
servitude to sexual desire by the sexbots.
The OPERATIONS MANAGER looks pleased again.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: Who controls the orgasm, controls destiny!!
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: It is so. The captives then receive a cochlear implant, a
number and are put to work.
OPERATIONS MANAGER: I am pleased with the work you are doing on the present
captives. But the total factors of production are not returning enough on our
investment. When will more workers be found?
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: We were only now addressing this issue at our meeting.
Shall we return?
The two reptilian bosses go back inside the meeting.
In the boardroom from earlier most of the lizard engineers are eating
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: Where are the projections of the enemy camp I requested?
ENGINEER #2 springs up and shows the boss what he has. For a half-second his
mobile computer accidentally projects 3-D lizard porno against the screen that
comes down. He quickly fixes it to show real-time 3-D images of where more skaters
ENGINEER #2: As a member of the Organics Resources task force, I have studied the
problem of disabling the alarm when our Echelon forces attempt to ambush it. I
propose that we use our mutants as human shields to prevent them from returning
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: What do you think of his plan?
OPERATIONS MANAGER remains silent for a lengthy pause. Then he states
decaratively, “Fire is the only way!”
OPERATIONS MANAGER: No waiting for supply trucks to enter or disabling their
communications. We lay siege to their fortification tonight. Arm every lizard from
this building who isn’t vital to our command.
ENGINEER #3: But Herr Lizard, casualties on both sides will be high.
The OPERATIONS MANAGER screams in a loud cold-blooded hissing sound.
CUTAWAY to the SKATERS who are with FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA. They are now
inside a nook of the bot.gov’s bridge.
GOOGAMOOGA: It’s a good thing we got out of the alcove.
KANGAZOO: We’re going to need a lot more help clearing the building though.
They’ve got cameras to keep us in.
TRISH: We can move around now. Our IT guy put an app on your lap-pack that
makes us invisible to CCTV. But how are we going to get around the guards?
KANGAZOO: I have this.
KANGAZOO puts small roving cameras onto the working floor to search for work
floor SUPERVISORS. They watch their escape path on the laptop pack monitor of
All five of them file out of the darkened nook onto the floor where the workers are
piling earth and digging tunnels.
KANGAZOO: (Whispering loudly) Let’s split up.
FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA turn to one side and run off. KANGAZOO, TRISH and
GOOGAMOOGA head in the opposite direction.
TRISH: This way.
GOOGAMOOGA: Yeah, I think I see an exit.
As KANGAZOO, TRISH and GOOGAMOOGA run quickly toward a door with blue rope
lights around it.
DERANGED VOICE FROM DARKNESS: Hey! What are you doing here??
KANGAZOO and TRISH stop and seem to be narrowing in, surrounded by other
unseen people. As the unseen people draw closer, it is clear that there are three or
four mutant workers who have surrounded them.
KANGAZOO: (Blurting out) We’re part of the hacker corps.
TRISH: Fuck. Why don’t you give him our address while you’re at it.
SKATERS meet with modified workers on the work floor.
TC0451: Give us a reason for not turning you in.
GOOGAMOOGA: You mean we’re not hosed yet?
TC0451: The supervisor is on his lunch break. Now tell me!
KANGAZOO: You’re pretty demanding for a man who traded his freedom for
artificial sex. “Work for work’s sake,” give me a break. Just like mom told you to do.
TC099: Hey! All the women have the virus. Who else is going to get us laid? Who else
is going to f-feed us?
TRISH: Listen up because I have some very important news for you. But first you’re
going to need this.
TRISH lifts the container of Tums in the air and lights it on fire with a torch to make
the WORKERS take the drug Tums. A purple smoke cloud fills the air.
KANGAZOO: Good thinking, Trish.
TRISH to workers: You and YOU. You might have an extra leg, but you should be
ashamed of yourselves. While you know that sexbots are meant to be addictive and
hassle free, designed by top neurologists as a bot.gov reward system and population
reduction strategy while they further their reptilian humanoid aims, we’ve just
learned that the virus is a myth!
PAN around to workers expressions of shocked (stoned) disbelief.
KANGAZOO: That’s right. Echelon is no good. –Saint Reg.