Her Office

Her office.

I’m disappointed at the lack of personal flair …

It’s anonymous, perfectly so. I like that. I like institutions. I was in in rehab, you know. I really shouldn’t be drinking.

Or spiking anyone’s drinks.

Definitely not.

I don’t believe you did.

Don’t you trust me? Don't you think I'd follow through?

Who do you bring here?

To my office? No one. I’m actually pretty well behaved.

And then: This is the seduction scene, you know. This is where we’re going to …

Kiss?

Sure we’re going to kiss. And maybe more. If you’re up for more.

Is this something you do often?  

You want it to be special. You want it to be just about you. I understand that. Put it this way: you’re the first philosopher who’s visited my office.

And then: I wasn’t actually in rehab. I just said that to make myself sound interesting. I don’t even have a drink problem. I don’t have anything … Don’t look shocked. What do you say to make yourself sound interesting? See, you think you’re very interesting: I can tell. You’re terribly presumptuous, philosopher. You think you’re perfectly fascinating.

Kissing. Kissing.

I suppose this is all some disgusting mating activity to you, philosopher.

Are you always so meta?

That’s what happens when you’re dead … I think you actually become philosophical when you’re dead … I think you ask questions because you see everything as from a distance. A meta-distance. The distance of the tomb …

And then: So – have you decided whether I’m a synth or not?

You’re a rogue synth, I think. The kind Harrison Ford was after.

I’ve interested you today, philosopher. I see that. I’ve piqued your interest. I was the last thing you were expecting at an Organisational Management party.

Kissing.

I’m dangerous, philosopher. I’m at a loose end. I’m careening. I’m fucking things up. I’m taking revenge for my fucked-up life … Actually, I’m not actually fucked-up. I didn’t have a traumatised childhood, or anything like that. I’ve got no fucking excuse – just boredom. And death …

Fucking.

Are you still dead?

Still dead. More dead than ever.

Haven’t I woken you up?

You’ve woken up death. 

And then: What if I said that I’m terminally ill? Do I appear terminally ill to you? I could be terminally ill. But I’m not. I’m not terminally ill … I’d like to be terminally ill, maybe. It might give some meaning to my life. The idea of the end being close. That things wouldn’t just go on forever. Because they're in danger of going on forever. 

How long will you stay dead?

Forever. I’ll never be alive.

And will you ever die – finally?

Death isn’t going to come. There’ll be no end for me.

So you’ll live forever?

I have psychic powers, philosopher. I have dreams that tell the future. What do you think of that?

Fiver has visions. One of our unit … 

I tell you what I've seen. Something new is coming. There'll be some new phase. I see everything becoming light. I see an end coming that never ends. I see us crossing a threshold, but endlessly. Never getting to the other side. And there might not be another side. And there might not have been this side. And I see us talking, philosopher. I see us talking about nothing in particular. I see us talking and talking, without it coming to an end.