More Dystopian Cinema

Love him or hate him, Donald Trump has irrevocably altered the American political landscape. That can clearly be seen in two new low-budget horror films, Roger Corman’s “Death Race 2050” and Greg McLean’s “The Belko Experiment.” Although neither of these films is a cinematic masterpiece, they are both worth seeing because they perfectly show the fractured political landscape America is in right now.

“Death Race 2050” shows how we live in a very violent society presided over by a very strange man (Malcolm McDowell at his most outrisageous) who resembles Donald Trump. In the society portrayed in the film, nothing seems to matter except getting good kills. The film brings back the Frankenstein driver character from “Death Race 2000” as well as the dystopian future where nothing matters except hedonism and violence. The film attempts to make its low budget a virtue with deliberately cheesy special FX, but the concept of a deadly car chase is what works particularly well here. The point seems to be that our society is headed in a more nihilistic direction, and it is a point I do not disagree with. The film is new to DVD and Blu ray and is streaming on Netflix.

“The Belko Experiment,” which just opened in theaters., is written and produced by James Gunn, who gave us “Guardians of the Galaxy” and “Slither.” The director gave us the “Wolf Creek” films. This film is about American employees at a corporation in Colombia who get locked into their workplace and forced into the ultimate corundum: kill or die. The film is about how the previously friendly employees at the corporation deal with the fact that to survive, they will apparently have to kill each other. This film is more disturbing than most horror films because:

1. The reasons for this deadly corporate psychological experiment are never explained.
2. The most likeable characters generally die first. I particularly felt bad for the black security guard who ends up getting killed for doing his job of holding onto the keys to the armory. Rarely have I seen a more likeable character bite the dust in a horror film.

This film will be criticized for being too cynical and having no apparent point, but in fact it shows the arbitrary divisions that are springing up between us in America right now, and how violence is being shown as a solution to our problems in some parts of our society. If you doubt this, look at the vitriol on both sides of the political aisle right now. This film shows us that we need to be careful before signing our rights away to a corporation (or, for that matter, the government) because the people in charge cannot be trusted.

These films will be regarded as exploitative trash by most people, but I found them to be well worth watching. They both show the consequences of a violence-obsessed society. I recommend them as good beer-drinking drive-in movies and as food for thought. Until next time… –CoolAC

Til The End of the World (5 hour version)

Thanks to a friend of mine, I inherited a region-free DVD player and the German director’s cut 3-DVD set of “Until the End of the World.” This film by Wim Wenders is a no-longer-available in the U.S. 1991 sci-fi saga starring William Hurt, Solveig Dommartin and Sam Neill about a futuristic 1999 world with great technological advances in which the world may be about to end due to a malfunctioning nuclear satellite. Against this backdrop, three lovers tour the globe, for reasons involving a massive amount of stolen money and a mysterious invention which may allow the blind to see.

I don’t want to talk about this film’s plot too much because it’s not the movie’s strength. The film’s strengths are its performances, its ideas, the depiction of technology, the music, the locations, and the special effects. First, all the performances are good and draw the viewer in. Max Von Sydow and Jeanne Moreau are the best actors, performing their hearts out as an inventor and his blind wife. The main trio of actors (see above) are also good as characters whose motivations are somewhat mysterious.

The ideas of technology that can help the blind see and, later, allow the recording of dreams are rather stunning. In terms of general depiction of technology, you can find GPS’s, cell phones, video phones, and other devices which are indeed in use now. Illuminati coding was present in this film, as it was in Back to the Future II. Other classics such as Metropolis, and Things to Come also were the elite hinting at what the future what be like according to their plan.

The soundtrack features R.E.M., the Talking Heads, Depeche Mode, Nick Cave, Julee Cruise, Elvis Costello, U2, Peter Gabriel, K.D. Lang, and others performing music composed for the film. In the short version, you hear only parts of these songs but in this 280-minute director’s cut you hear the entire songs. The film also was shot on four continents in ten countries, which is a level of verisimilitude that I have never seen in a film. The special effects, which use then new high definition technology to show images that the blind can see as well as the recording of dreams, still amaze today. What’s it all about? I think the director is saying that technology is a wonderful thing but it’s bad to worship it or become too dependent on it.

Anyway, this film is supposed to come out on the Criterion collection and was rereleased in America in 2015. I can’t think of a better introduction to foreign cinema than this German classic (mostly in English though).. The short. 158-minute original release version on VHS and laserdisc was good, but of you get a chance to see the Director’s Cut. don’t miss it. It’ll change your life.

Rise of the Sexbots – Final Chapters Outline

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Scene 8 
 
Variety Club 
 
The captured skaters forced to undergo transformative surgery. As they are tied to 
schoolroom chairs and forced to watch a promo video about their 
transformations, labor and the sexbotsVier is about to be forcefully 
transmutated. 
 
The camera that the SKATERS hid in the working mine area proves to the SKATERS 
that Vier is alive. The WORKER MUTANTS tear apart the camera. The BIKERS 
who are armed with metal bars, fire axes, and junk go to face off with the 
MUTANTS. 
 
Nearly all of the Will of the People are killed off by mutants. TRISH, GOOGAMOOGA 
and KANGAZOO hide in some rubble. They radio back to the gas station base. 
 
 
Scene 9 
 
Peter Panic 
 
The plan the SKATERS come up with is conveyed over the radio. The SKATERS at  
base set up a van as a SONIC DESTRUCTION Unit. Loudspeakers blaring NO 
GOD ONLY PAIN, flanked on both sides by columns of SKATERS with light 
bombs and pistols, it gets to the gate of the Echelon Agency building.  
 
There’s no one guarding the gate. KANGAZOO and GOOGAMOOGA interrogate a 
BIKER for the access code to open the front. When the van crashes through 
into the foyer of the Echelon/bot.gov building, Vier recognizes the music. 
 
The noise disables the MUTANT workers and the BIKERS. The SKATERS get away 
with Vier in the van. When the music is out of earshot, both the MUTANTS 
and the BIKERS join together to crash through the gates of the work area and 
kill the lizards. 
 
Scene 10  
 
The TOP BRASS of the LIZARDS enter into escape space vessels. The ENGINEER 
LIZARDS try to hide with the sexbots. The MUTANTS tear through the 
kennels and fight the LIZARDS. 
 
The LIZARDS crank up the poplaver music. But it doesn’t effect the Will of the 
People BIKERS. The BIKERS fight the remaining LIZARDS fiercely. A sprinkler 
 system breaks out and floods the flames that cause the sexbots to malfunction. 
On a global scale the mutants plan revenge with their international allies from 
space. The SKATERS return to loot the Echelon facility for tetras and sexbots
They look for surviving BIKERS to bring to their folds. 
 
 
 

Paul Newman: The Dystopian

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Are you sick of the current run of dystopian science-fiction films such as “The Hunger Games” and “The Maze Runner” series? Would you like to see an entry in the genre that’s actually good? Check out Robert Altman’s “Quintet,” a flop from 1979 that does the whole dystopian future thing as well as any film besides “Blade Runner.” The film takes place in a distant future where the planet (maybe Earth, maybe not) is freezing over and Paul Newman and his pregnant wife are wandering through the ice and the ruins of a city. Soon they encounter civilization and Newman’s brother. After a violent incident, Newman ends up taking his brother’s identity and investigating and infiltrating a strange board game that everyone is obsessed with called Quintet. It involves five players and the roll of a dice. Everyone is obsessed with this game and people are dying, and Newman wants to know why. Eventually he finds out, after much bloodshed.

There are a few things that make this movie awesome. First, as I said, the depiction of the future is really interesting and cool. It’s super bleak. Secondly, although it’s not explained in that much detail, the board game Quintet is rather fascinating. The third impressive argument in the film’s favor is the performance of Paul Newman. He does the strong, silent hero thing better than anyone. and he gives us a reason to care about this film. Between this flick and the also underrated “Fort Apache, The Bronx” he shows that he is a really tough, manly guy. He’s sensitive when appropriate but mean and courageous when necessary. In short, Paul Newman is the man, and “Quintet” is a must-see if you can find it. You’ll never look at board games the same way again! –CoolAC

Rise of the Sexbots – Parts 6 and 7

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 It opens with a SUPERVISOR. He sees a circle of workers not working on his 
surveillance screen. “What’s going on here?” he demands then he’s suddenly 
surrounded by ANGRY MUTANTS.  
 
But the LIZARDS at bot.gov don’t notice. They’re too busy with their raid on the 
church. The raid goes on at night. The lizards ambush the building and light it on 
fire. Blood and deaths and fire. 
 
The fire draws out all of the SKATERS who the LIZARDS then trap in order to force 
into labor. 
 
A few of the SKATERS escape the church fire. But the SKATERS go to get cover at the 
gas station lair where NO GOD ONLY PAIN is rehearsing. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA, KANGAZOO, TRISH, FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA try to find a way out 
of the building as the MUTANT WORKERS tear apart the WORKER CAMP. They hide 
in the sexbot kennel. 
 
Scene 7 
 
At the gas station lair, the skaters pick up emergency calls about the siege on their 
radios. They use ingenious weapons to try to defend their lair. But many are 
killed. Vier is captured. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA, KANGAZOO, TRISH and the BIKERS make a deal with the She Pop 
Princess. She goes to distract the MUTANTS with her singing. But they’re still 
stoned and they rip her apart. GOOGAMOOGA, KANGAZOO, TRISH, FUDGE-A 
and ESKIMOSA narrowly escape. 
 
The LIZARDS return to the base with a large amount of slaves. The SKATERS left at 
the gas station make a plan to rescue Vier. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA, KANGAZOO, TRISH, FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA enlist the support o
the BIKERS to kill the LIZARDS. LIZARDS are unaware that half of their base 
has rioting going on in it. 
 
 
 

Rise of the Sexbots – Chapter 5

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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: (UnctuouslyWe 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 
modification then? 
 
CONTROL SUPERVISOR: Yes, High Lizard. 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 
activities. 
 
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 
maggot-ridden meat. 
 
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 
are situated. 
 
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. 
propose that we use our mutants as human shields to prevent them from returning 
shots. 
 
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 
GOOGAMOOGA. 
 
 
KANGAZOO: Now!!! 
 
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 outWe’re part of the hacker corps. 
 
TRISH: Fuck. Why don’t you give him our address while you’re at it. 
 
KANGAZOO: Sorry. 
 
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.
 

Rise of the Sexbots (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4

The Pop Princess Selection System

The scene’s beginning is where FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA are still covered by the SKATER’s guns have lead the SKATERS to give them meg at a Pick n’ Pull junkyard.

They are charged by barking dogs who surprise them in the dark. The dogs are shown to be at the end of their chains out of harm’s way for now though.

GOOGAMOOGA: So where’s the stuff?

FUDGE-A: Come over here.

FUDGE-A leads the group to a counter decorated with used car parts. A salesman

wearing the W.O.P. insignia bounces to life.

SALESMAN: What do you want?

GOOGAMOOGA: We’re looking for meg.

SALESMAN: I don’t know what you’re talking about. You shouldn’t be out here.

TRISH: We want some shit.

SALESMAN: The portapotty’s been busted for a year now. You can let ‘er rip outside

the property.

KANGAZOO: Okay, joker. How about some Tums.

SALESMAN: Oh it’s Tums you want. That’ll be five tetra.

KANGAZOO: We don’t have any tetras. WINGNUT and HECKYL over here said he could hook us up.

SALESMAN: There’s no free rides over here. Why don’t you try hacking into Incel’s server and bootlegging some or something?

KANGAZOO: Now who would go and do a thing like that?

TRISH winks at KANGAZOO.

SALESMAN: No tokens no laundry.

FUDGE-A lifts the hood of a broken car and lifts out a teddy bear stuffed with vials.

He grabs a couple of them for their hosts the SKATERS.

FUDGE-A: Consider this a high interest loan. Five tetras now. An extra tetra each day. If you take more than a week we kill you and snatch all your dental work for payment.

This lie satisfies the salesman who lets them go.

FUDGE-A: Come on let’s get out of here.

The W.O.P. bikers lead the SKATERS out of the JUNKYARD infrastructure.

TRISH asks ESKIMOSA, “Is that enough?” as they walk behind the BIKERS.

ESKIMOSA: That’s enough for a team on a 50 gang.

They get back on their motorcycles pulling the SKATERS. They motor past the entrance of the worker’s camp where the mantra “Work for Work’s sake is stamped as a metal sign over the gate.

The W.O.P. bikers, FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA, lead KANGAZOO, TRISH, and GOOGAMOOGA through a back entrance of Echelon agency. The SKATERS are wearing biker disguises so as not to be detected by the cameras. They’re dressed as bikers. FUDGE-A lets the group in with his badge.

They are first met with resistance by the W.O.P. bikers inside the W.O.P. break room but eventually FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA explain that they’ve cut a deal with the SKATERS.

FUDGE-A takes the SKATERS to a large dark room where the sun never shines annexed to the lizard base where they can view the sexbots. They’re recharging while connected in a long series to an unseen power source.

FUDGE-A: This is an important part of the worker’s reward system.

ESKIMOSA: The workers get a tetra for every sixty hours performed in the mining operations. The best bot can get 15 tetras for her services in any one of several tunnels connected beneath this zone.

TRISH: I have a funny feeling about this place. We should go.

Ignoring her anxiety, KANGAZOO and GOOGAMOOGA are fascinated by what they are seeing.

KANGAZOO: Who oversees the sexbot exchanges? Is it the lizard overlords?

FUDGE-A: I can see how you would think that. But while the programming and maintenance of the girls is conducted by lizards, the sexbots are self-regulating.

They’re inner most conduits accept the tetra coins and are signaled by She.

KANGAZOO: Who is the She we keep hearing about?

ESKIMOSA: Don’t tell them.

FUDGE-A: What difference does it make? We’re already dead if the old lizards find out what we’ve been telling them.

ESKIMOSA: Alright. But the truth will cost you a tetra.

KANGAZOO: Add it to my tab.

GOOGAMOOGA: Wait a minute. Do you hear that? What is that sound?

In the darkened robot recharge hall, the sound of a woman’s voice reverberates through the metallic gate.

ESKIMOSA: That sound is She. The Echelon scientists found the exact frequency to make the workers’ as docile as possible. They select a natural born woman with the exact pitch and timbre and using programmed timbre deploy poplaver music at focused intervals. These songs override the worker’s autonomic reflexes completely.

GOOGAMOOGA: I never heard of anything like that before.

FUDGE-A: Get a load of this. The lizard promise that She also rents her body

workers. The price is 1,000,000 tetras.

GOOGAMOOGA: What does it cost to get her to stop singing?

FUDGE-A: Come on. We shouldn’t be here too long.

TRISH: (Insightfully) So this little songbird holds millions of people in slavery with TV commercial jingles and nursery rhymes.

FUDGE-A: Yeah, but not us. We’ve stayed out of the barbed wire for two generations because we’re born and bred outside of the system.

GOOGAMOOGA: What about No God Only Pain though?

FUDGE-A: I didn’t say we have a defense against that degree of sonic assault. Nobody has. –Saint Reggie

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On DVD: High-Rise is an Elite Film

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One of the few terrific films so far this year is “High-Rise,” an alternate-future dystopian sci-fi film based on the ’70s cult novel by J,G. Ballard. It’s about a futuristic high-rise which is encompassed by Britain’s entire class system, with the poor on the bottom and going up in class level with each floor. Tom Hiddleston from the “Thor” films and “Marvel’s The Avengers” stars as the newest resident of the buildings, a doctor who is a bit befuddled when both Sienna Miller and Jeremy Irons (who plays the building’s architect) take an interest in him. People in the high-rise seem to have lots of free time, which they spend sun-bathing or socializing at parties. Some of the elite in the high-rise wear baroque-styled garb. There is a certain giddiness in the high rise until the power outages begin and all hell starts to break loose. As the poor work their way up the building total chaos ensues. People start getting chopped into bits in a brutal anarchistic state of nature.

The plot description sounds pretty simple, but actually this movie is pretty hard to follow. My brother and I watched it three times prior to attempting to review it, since its so off-beat and eccentric. So much happens that it’s hard to keep track of it all, but that’s ok because “High-Rise” consistently works as an exercise in surrealism. There is, for example, a gigantic party in which everyone is dressed in sort of Victorian garb while symphonic versions of Abba songs are played by a large orchestra. The scene doesn’t make any sense, but it’s mesmerizing. The film as a whole is funny and sad. It’s funny because it’s very eccentric, but sad because so much of Ballard’s futuristic vision of class strife has come true. This is a very good movie and I highly recommend it, but be ready to pay close attention. It’s a must for fans of offbeat cinema. –CoolAC & Steve

Rise of the Sexbots (Continued)

 

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Rise of the Sexbots 
 
GLOSSARY:  
Incel: Any technology, equipment or tactic promulgated by Bot.gov 
 
Meg aka Shit aka Tums: A drug dealt illegally by W.O.P. rumored to contain ground 
cactus sap or variously pulverized mushrooms (effects: euphoria, loosening of 
inhibitions, and gregariousness) 
 
Ina custodial supply closet the two Will of the People bikers (TALKATIVE BIKER and 
BIKER WITH HAND CANNON) are tied up by the SKATERS ( GOOGAMOOGA
KANGAZOO and a female, TRISH). 
 
KANGAZOO: What are your names? 
 
TRISH conducts No God Only Pain to perform one bar of a song each time the 
BIKERS don’t answer one of the SKATERS’ questions. The music has the effect of 
making the BIKERS writhe in pain. 
 
TALKATIVE BIKER: Fudge-A. 
 
BIKER WITH HAND CANNON: Eskimosa. 
 
KANGAZOO: Where are bot.gov’s sex servers? 
 
Eventually ESKIMOSA volleys “You happen to have all the wrong plans.” 
 
Kangazoo expresses skepticism and No God Only Pain tortures the. 
 
ESKIMOSA explains that the sexbots aren’t what the SKATERS aren’t what they 
think they are. The sexbots don’t work for the Will of the People, but since W.O.P. 
work closer geographically to their kennels the BIKERS physically see it. 
 
FUDGE-A promises to show the SKATERS the kennels and promise the bikers Meg if 
the SKATERS will let them go. 
 
KANGAZOO: Why should we believe you’ll make good on your bargain? Why would 
you want us to know when we have the upper hand? 
 
FUDGE-A: We like your tetras and would like to continue doing business with people 
like her. 
TRISH protests. 
 
TRISH: He’s lying. 
 
She waves her hands and No God Only Pain performs one bar of their song. The 
BIKERS are immensely distressed by the music that goes against their 
programming. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA: Clearly you’re in no position to bargain. 
 
ESKIMOSA pleads with GOOGAMOOGA. 
 
ESKIMOSA: But we like you. Unlike us, you’re not tainted by Echelon’s Incel. So 
you’re the people’s real salvation. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA: No dice. You’re talking out of your ears. 
 
FUDGE-A: But we’ll give you Meg right now. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA and KANGAZOO and TRISH: Deal!!! 
 
Leaving FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA’S hand tied but walking the BIKERS to their stash 
in a NO-MAN’s LAND littered with skeletons and pieces of factory equipment, 
FUDGE-A starts a monologue. 
 
SPLIT SCREEN 
When the sexually-transmitted virus was 
invented in 2049 the existing media 
promoted the emerging sexbot 
technology as the only way of avoiding 
its reproduction. 
 
The now-historic tetra currency 
accepted by all of Echelon’s citizens were 
researched and developed to render the 
past oligarchy irrelevant because the 
only money that was accepted by the 
sexbots were what I hold here in my 
hand.  
 
The chief driving force of the labor 
A professor (white lab coat, pointer, out 
of fashion hair style) delivers a lecture 
writing out an equation on a chalkboard 
and pointing to it with a stick. 
 
“3x + y always gives a range 
that can be plotted graphically. Letting x 
stand for the economy and 3 stand for 
the utility of the sexual experience. The 
other variable represents the tokens and 
bids for male stimulation.” 
 
“This equation rapidly degrades as 
abstract evidence when figuring the 
female demand because it is elas 
 
camps and consequently the persuasion 
and conditioning of the masses is built 
on faulty premises. Our reptilian 
overlords have an overriding interest in 
portraying this reality at all costs. 
 
GOOGAMOOGA: EegadsWe’ve been cheated since birth.Do you mean we could do 
the nasty with flesh and blood women at any time? 
 
FUDGE-A: I do. And look at me. 
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The Cure by @Hartator

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The Cure

It was time.

Actually, it wasn’t. But, Ella Rudson believed she deserved to treat herself. It would be the third time she undertook the procedure. Her body age was only forty-two years old. She was still considered biologically young for the procedure. However, it would feel so great to be eighteen again.

Matthew Brooks tried to dissuade her. He liked her the way she was. He had gone through the procedure only once. Matthew was seventy-three years younger than she was in actual age. They had been seeing each other for just a couple of months. He couldn’t possibly know what’s best for her or for them.

It was frowned upon to undergo the procedure before fifty. Nevertheless, Ella outperformed at her work at the Organization every single year in the past five years and got a special permission from the Organization. Her job at the Veracity organ was important. Computers were constantly monitoring the individual spheres, the global sphere and everything in between. They were looking for discrepancies. Ella’s task was to restructure the data to eliminate these discrepancies. It was helping getting everyone on the same page. It was mostly small things. It was for the good of the Organization and it was for the good of the people. She was making a better world.

The procedure was invented by John O’Connor a while ago. He funded the O’Connor Institute and, first, he invented a technology to slow down aging dramatically. He quickly acquired fortune and fame. Later, he found a revolutionary way to transfer human minds from old bodies to younger ones. The whole mind was shifted, from the global neuron charges to the quantum states of every particles. He then got greedy. He refused to share the procedure with the people. He refused to share the procedure with anyone. Fortunately, the Organization elders stepped in. They took over the O’Connor Institute by force. John O’Connor disappeared. The Organization elders then decided to sacrifice themselves. They vowed to never used the new procedure on themselves. Instead, they promised to ensure the people will be the ones benefiting from it.

At first, everyone had access to the procedure. Unfortunately, people started abusing it. The new bodies were unanimated dolls with a blank state. It required time, energy and man power to grow them. The Organization couldn’t bare the costs. The elders decided to divide the people into two groups. The first group would be living in the upper city. People of this group were selected by the Organization according to their estimated worth. They will be the ones working for the Organization. In exchange, they will have access to the procedure. Ella was proud to be part of this group. The second group would be living in the lower city. These are people that the Organization can’t used and didn’t need. They will be provided generously with everything for the rest of their life and they won’t have to work a single day. However, they won’t have access to the procedure. It was a fair system.

A calm tone accompanied with a dim blue light stopped her thoughts. She had arrived at the O’Connor Institute. She stepped lightly out of the bus and paused for a moment. She then felt the bus going away by itself, silently floating a few inches away from the ground. She entered the building with a smile at the corner of her lips.

Everything was exactly like she remembered. The ceilings were high and it looked more like a train station hall than the entrance of a building. The comically enormous bust of John O’Connor that was welcoming visitors before has been replaced years ago. Now, stood a globe made of pure gold and, on it, one could see hundreds of inch-tall figurines representing our people. The front desk receptionist looked twenty year younger. She must have gone through the procedure relatively recently. She did looked stunning. She greeted Ella with a warm “Miss Rudson, we were waiting for you.” and pointed to the elevator.

The elevator knew where she was going. It stopped on the seventh floor. A round pale purple light was waiting for her in the air. It guided Ella to her room. Three men were waiting for her. One recognized her. He said with a smile “Welcome back, Ella. So, what do you think?“. Inside a transparent tube, her new body was here, floating in a heavy brown placenta. New bodies didn’t have to be perfect clones. Slight variations in genetic code were allowed. She had ordered some minor improvements including this turned-up shape nose. She had always wished to have one. The results were beyond expectations. After thoughts, she should have also asked for a bit more prominent cheekbones. Maybe next time.

She nodded with a small smile. The men went back to their stations. They were getting ready for the transfer. She stripped from her clothes. She then stood still, her back against the padded wall used for transfers. She was just five feet away to her new body. She had a last look to it with a bigger smile. She nodded again to the operator and faced straight. He typed a few commands. A large white plastic sheet moved towards her. It covered her entire body and warped it tightly to the wall. She couldn’t move. It was mildly uncomfortable, but she knew it was only for a few seconds. Like the last time, she felt life fading away. Her closed eyes saw the familiar white light.

The smell was first to kick in. It wasn’t the usual smell of placenta being removed. Instead, it was a disgusting rancid odor. A mix between decay and spoiled meat. It didn’t felt she was in a new body. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn’t see anything. The place was perfectly dark. She could barely breath. She felt stuck. She was surrounded on all sides by some sort of flabby bodies. Her whole skin was covered by a granular viscous oil. She was still naked.

Ella slowly managed to climb up. She extracted herself from this putrid mix and felt on the side. She caught her breath for a few minutes. Her eyes began to acclimate to the bright light. She realized she just came out of a dumpster. She looked inside. She saw horrified a stack of maybe thirty naked human corpses. It looked like the bodies people were switching from when they were going through the procedure. Until now, Ella thought the Institute was incinerating these bodies. She couldn’t believe they were doing it this way. She felt like throwing up. She had a massive headache. It wasn’t unlike the ones she was getting after trying new drugs at the club. She looked around. She was probably somewhere in the lower city. It looked like a back alley of what must be a bar. They were a few passerby. Some looked at her with some interest, but oddly without surprise.

She just wanted to go home.

reprinted with permission by @hartator

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