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JOYCE MESSIER - Her eyes light up. There's a flash of teeth. HALF LIGHT - The smile of a predator.

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Did someone say prybar?! YOU - Fuck yeah! Prybar!

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KLAASJE - “Maybe Revachol could be free? I could be tried in a free Revachol? An independent state that doesn't hand its detainees over to the Moralintern.” SHIVERS - A free Revachol…

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YOU - Was I right? SHIVERS - YOU WERE.

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ENDURANCE - Oh yeah…big boy time.

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MOUNTAIN OF BOARD GAMES - There's a box that says: “Wirrâl. Third Edition Mega-Setting Supplements Module”. The side panel notes: “A fantastique adventure board game. New maps and miniatures!” PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Nonsense for anemic binoclards!

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YOU - “You need to slam it, Kim. Make it more imposing.” KIM KITSURAGI - “Sorry, I'm not following you?” YOU - “Drop the ride two hundo mill, get the camber to frosty-frosty minuses…” KIM KITSURAGI - “No, that's…porno-tuning.” HALF LIGHT - USE BIGGER WORDS!!!

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KIM KITSURAGI - “It's not going to be the easiest thing in the world, but we'll manage.” PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - The two of you? Easily.

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SHIVERS - Waves crash unto the beach, drowning the reeds. Far to the south a congregation gathers to a soup kitchen in a shelter for the homeless. An old woman gives out knitted scarves for free.

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SHANKY - “Not in the arresting mood?” His mean little eyes come alive with hatred. HALF LIGHT - A fearful readiness, like an electrical charge, raises hairs in the room. KIM KITSURAGI - By your side, the lieutenant keeps his hand away from his holster.

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YOU - Lick it. Big-style. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You run your tongue across the plate four or five times. Like a dog.

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YOU - “How recently…” PAIN THRESHOLD - A flash of pain interrupts you, making you wince instead of letting the words out. KIM KITSURAGI - “You know, officer…” He looks at you with a touch of concern. “You can rest here if you're feeling tired. I will keep watch.”

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YOU - What's above? SHIVERS - More coalition aerostatics. Occasionally, lights flash as they manoeuvre through the falling snow. One large airship carries crates in its belly.

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BIRD'S NEST ROY - “I don't plan on selling up and joining the mastodons of La Delta just yet.” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Shades here is certainly junked up enough to fit in with the big dicks swinging wild and free across the river.

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SHIVERS - A shovel hits the sand somewhere behind the reeds, near an abandoned construction yard. The young men look over their shoulders, suspiciously. The sound of their digging seems loud in the sudden silence.

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ACELE - “Yeah, well…” She tries to think of something to say. “Look man, fuck the hat.” HALF LIGHT - Your pulse rises.

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YOU - “Good bye.” PAYPHONE - A sigh. She heard you, but she does not hang up. And neither do you. You can't. PAIN THRESHOLD - That's it. You're caught in a trap.

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HALF LIGHT - A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl. KIM KITSURAGI - “After you.” The lieutenant gestures at the opening. YOU - “I'm scared.” KIM KITSURAGI - “Don't be. I have a gun.”

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YOU - What's in the east? SHIVERS - The canal you crossed to get here, and beyond it -- Martinaise proper, the district the police forgot to police. There is laughter, lights, attempts at entrepreneurial activity, cynicism.

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VOLITION - That guy's the most compromised one in here. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - No fucking way, man, I just want a drag of that sweet Menthol ziggie. VOLITION - Really? Quick, tell me what's under her jumpsuit? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - GLORY. TRUTH. SOFTNESS. PROTECT HER. SHE WANTS YOU.

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SHIVERS - Winter, slow to let go of Revachol, flecks some more wet snow from above…

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YOU - “Don't pray to me. I'm nothing.” INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The reed-creature does not stop its stridulations -- it towers above you, parting the reeds it emerged from. Tuft like structures still rustle on its joints. HALF LIGHT - Perhaps it is preparing to eat its god?

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YOU - My body is my church! PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Tell him, son!

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ELECTROCHEMISTRY - COME ON! I SAID PARTY! YOU - (Party.) HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Fucking right. Let me just tighten up a bit for you -- is that good, you sick, wild fuck boy?

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YOU - What's in the north? SHIVERS - Capeside apartments -- tower blocks crowd one another, 4.46 mm bullets still lodged in their war-torn stone walls. Hallways collapsed from the mortar hits of a war that was lost long ago.

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Pow-pow! That was impressive. KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant purses his lips. “Admirable form.”

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's out there now. In the world. Made manifest. HALF LIGHT - It will devour everything.

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SAVOIR FAIRE - You juggle the badge for a second, unsuccessfully, and it lands on the ground some two metres away. PAIN THRESHOLD - Ouch, you strained your elbow trying to catch that stupid thing…dammit.

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YOU - “The swallow -- it's how it starts. It's baby pale.” SOONA, THE PROGRAMMER - “But…” She looks up, and there's fear in her eyes as she considers the possibility. “But pale isn't here. We're thousands of kilometres from the edge.” HALF LIGHT - That comforts her.

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EGG HEAD - The one with the large head is still looking at you, nodding his head, waiting for your body to start moving…his expectation is fierce… HALF LIGHT - You can't be scared of moving a lil bit, are you?! Get the grind on!

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That guy must be juicing. No way he's natural! YOU - Wait, 'juicing'? PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Big time. TRT, growth hormones, Graadian power injections -- he's on all of them.

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MAN WITH SUNGLASSES - “You don't look like a cop…” He inspects you. “You know what you look like?” YOU - “I don't know -- you tell me.” MAN WITH SUNGLASSES - He taps on his forehead, thinking. “A sad stack of shit?” HALF LIGHT - Who does this asshole think he is -- a cop?

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YOU - Smash into the door and shout: “Fuck the system!” PAIN THRESHOLD - The door shudders with your impact. Hinges snap, panels crack, splinters fly by as you smash through, tumbling into the darkness ahead.

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YOU - I thought it would be cool, but instead all the violence made me feel sad and hollow… PAIN THRESHOLD - Yes. Beat yourself up for it. Good. Everyone must suffer.

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EMPATHY - I think he's calmed down a bit… HALF LIGHT - No, he didn't -- he's about to open fire. YOU - So which one is it, who's right? EMPATHY - He is. I was wrong.

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your spine is pretty flimsy. It's like those foam swords that children play with.

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ELECTROCHEMISTRY - That sugary black rum stain on the counter makes you teary-eyed with joy. It's almost touching how syrupy and sticky it is.

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PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - A strange, metallic taste fills your mouth, as you stare at the intercom. TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS - “Yes, hello, this is Tricentennial Electrics. Have you come to place an order?”

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YOU - Shudder, look further… SHIVERS - In the rain-swept distance above the rooftops of Jamrock, a re-purposed silk mill stands perched above the motorway exit. Precinct 41 hunches in the rain.

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CUNO - “Cuno's Cuno, pig!” The boy points to his chest with both thumbs. LOGIC - It's always Cuno, never I. Clearly the kid's using the third-person perspective as a shield. HALF LIGHT - Cuno…Primal. Violent.

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KIM KITSURAGI - “You threw an improvised petroleum bomb at the major. A firefight ensued.” YOU - “Is he dead?” KIM KITSURAGI - “Yes.” HALF LIGHT - You're a real killer, Harry.

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ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN - Relax, man. It's just the comfortable darkness. Interrupted by the pain in your body. A telegraph, far away. PAIN THRESHOLD - Far enough not to hurt for a while.

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SHIVERS - Far to the southeast, two men and a woman dress themselves in ceramic armour. A shortwave radio hisses on the windowsill. One makes a salute. The other downs a drink. Weapons under the bed…

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KIM KITSURAGI - “Better not to jump to sensationalist conclusions here. The footprints on the floor, however…” He points to the marks on the floor. “Definitely suspicious.” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Boring footprints. I want to jump to sensationalist conclusions.

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SHIVERS - A film rental opens its doors to the rain, an armoured motor carriage rushes past the corner where you used to walk together…Suddenly, the hair on your back rises. SHIVERS - YOU CANNOT RETURN.

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YOU - Inspect the handwriting in the files. DAMAGED LEDGER - It's inornate. Nearly illegible, yet marching in orderly lines. PAIN THRESHOLD - Written in a rush. In pain.

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COUPRIS KINEEMA - The prybar feels nice and cold in your hand. Heavier than you'd think. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Cold and heavy -- like truth.

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KIM KITSURAGI - “Respiratory system…” Back hunched -- as if in prayer -- he begins to pry open the dead man's jaws. He stops to exert more force. Both hands are used. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - He's really doing it -- the dead man's teeth cut into his gloved hands.

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SHIVERS - On Clinton Street, near the Boogie Street Diamond, a small truck rattles down an alleyway. It stops by a rusted trash container. Two men, their faces rough and swollen, jump out. They look at the container, despondently.

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ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The origin of disco…makes you wanna dive into the boogie, doesn't it?

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