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PAIN THRESHOLD - Here comes the pain.

TITUS HARDIE - “What did he tell you? That we killed him? That we took a cargo belt from the harbour, went out back, and used it to hang him?” HALF LIGHT - The man gets a strange gleam in his eyes. His fists contract as if going through the pulling motion again, savouring it.

SHIVERS - You close your eyes and hear the dogs bark. A lone woman sits by a factory window, dreaming of meteorite strikes. On Rue Saint-Gérôme a square bullet slides into a square-shaped chamber.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “Your reality contracted -- you jammed the pedal, ploughed right off the jetty and through the ice.” INTERFACING - The muscles in your right leg tense up. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your hands cramp on the steering levers.

SHIVERS - A slight frisson at the point where your neck meets your spine. You can *feel* the lieutenant's presence, even though he's nowhere to be found…

YOU - “Do you need help?” CUNO'S DAD - The pile grunts. It's hard to say if there's anything left you could do. ENDURANCE - A coronary artery bypass graft? Take out his liver and replace it with a new one? Somehow undo 20 years of neurological damage from stimulants…

YOU - What is Sildenaphil? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - It's for maintaining an erection. Uppers are vasoconstrictors, so that feat becomes problematic. YOU - Okay. And why do I know this? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Because you're a *scientist*, of course.

SHIVERS - Further inland the streets are alive with workers: men, women, children. Streethawks and migrant labourers. The temperature is steady.

ENDURANCE - *Reality* is beginning to come into focus -- just look around. YOU - Reality…

YOU - Shake your head. KIM KITSURAGI - He nods in agreement. YOU - Don't stop nodding. KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant matches your nodding pace. He's a true professional at this. ENDURANCE - The nodding's reaching critical mass! You can't take this much longer, captain!

ENDURANCE - You know this. The body goes into a kind of revulsion shock. Murder hangover. YOU - Murder hangover? From when she… ENDURANCE - …killed a kid, yes. Makes them look for a quiet, dark place and just hibernate there.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “Interesting. Say more about that…” HALF LIGHT - Even if they won't admit it, these two love blood and sex as much as anyone.

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.

KIM KITSURAGI - “No. That is not what is happening.” He turns to you. “This *show* is unnecessary. Give me my gun. Now.” PAIN THRESHOLD - Don't. There's this *itch* in the middle of your skull, where you've never reached. Never scratched…

YOU - Looks like this is my new home -- wonder where the old one went? SHIVERS - Westward, across the canal, towers the Whirling-in-Rags. Door 1 on the second floor is locked, behind it lies a trashed room. One floor below, behind a counter, stands an irritable man.

YOU - Put the barrel in your mouth. KIM KITSURAGI - “What are you doing?!” The short cold barrel touches your lips. It tastes like iron and hell. HALF LIGHT - Genuine panic flies across the lieutenant's face.

KORTENAER - The leader gives a small nod to the helmeted man. You feel your fists contract, as you stand there, between these men -- all carrying real weapons. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - If you waste time, people will die. And they will still attack you later.

YOU - “Come to think of it -- the *whore* could have written them to her *lover*!” ACELE - “C'mon, man. Don't be like that. I mean, maybe she did, but you don't know that.” PAIN THRESHOLD - Feels *good* though, doesn't it? The sting.

PALEDRIVER - “I am on the side of the Adversary. There's no coming back from that haul.” HALF LIGHT - I don't like the sound of any of that. Sounds like a horrible drug. The worst one of them all.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - “Lo Manthang stick fighting is a little like a pyrholidon addiction. I've been practising it for nearly 20 years now, so you could say that my doses have grown a little…peculiar.” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Wait. What does this man know about pyrholidon addiction?

YOU - Fucking kill yourself you asshole. DAMAGED LEDGER - The words just…*crossed* your mind somehow. YOU - Who were they for? DAMAGED LEDGER - Who do you think? PAIN THRESHOLD - You.

GARTE - “For god's sake, stop SHOUTING! Stop breaking things in my establishment! Stop provoking those oafs!” HALF LIGHT - Sounds like someone's dam broke.

COMPOSURE - Synthetic and sleek -- a windbreaker. 'SURF', it says, but also: 'WIND', 'SUMMER', '100% WATERPROOF', and 'SPORT'. All in different typefaces. SHIVERS - Practical, and yet it may deaden your senses to the world around you. Possibly because of the awful typeface.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Here's where the *magic* happens.

PAIN THRESHOLD - The chair you're sitting on has got to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. It's *violating* your backside. ENDURANCE - You've just got to grin and bear it. Like a champ. A champ with a rod up his ass!

INLAND EMPIRE - A strange feeling…looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in… ELECTROCHEMISTRY - With a bottle in your hand. YOU - A bottle in my hand? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Always.

ENDURANCE - Do you know what today is? YOU - (Lie.) Yes. ENDURANCE - No, you don't. It's been too long since this has happened for you to recognize the feeling. ENDURANCE - It's your first day sober.

SHIVERS - It has been a cold year. All things waiting for spring will have to wait a bit longer.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Don't worry. It'll get better when you die.

ENDURANCE - There must be others like you. Men, who long for the days when words like 'loyalty' and 'love' meant something. HALF LIGHT - Love is shit, loyalty is meaningless.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Coach Physical Instrument endorses these pants. They are tartan-ready. CONCEPTUALIZATION - They will also make you into an idiot.

SHIVERS - Two women stand on a small outcropping of rocks. One of them is wearing a purple raincoat. Thin lines reach out from the rods into the sea.

SHIVERS - Music pounds through an old stave church on the coast of Martinaise. Several figures are lost in the beats. One of them, an officer of the RCM, suddenly stops. He appears disoriented, then starts shaking—violently, no longer in rhythm with the music.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Well, you did your best, champ. Shame it wasn't good enough.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - If you up the dose and TRULY DANCE, who knows what will happen? INLAND EMPIRE - SALVATION!

SHIVERS - You close your eyes and hear the dogs bark. A lone woman sits by a factory window, dreaming of meteorite strikes.

SHIVERS - You feel nothing. If anything, it's uncomfortably *warm* in here. YOU - Start taking off your clothes. You need to *connect*.

YOU - What will be the repercussions if I take that sip? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Nothing. Some *mental* stuff. Nothing to be worried about.

HALF LIGHT - What's the matter? Afraid you've been hacking up your friends' bodies in the night?

KLAASJE - “Love is terror.” HALF LIGHT - Sheer terror. Panic and screaming.

YOU - Raise your hand slowly. INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The insect stops its stridulation, seeming to observe you. Below its crown of reeds, little pin-prick eyes detect motion, glittering. The world stands still around you. HALF LIGHT - No. Stop. Be afraid.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The ventricles at its abdomen continue to expand, like lunglets… ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Breathing you in -- your sour, greasy semiochemicals on the breeze… YOU - “It's smelling me…” CUNO - “This is so sick. It *likes* you…” The kid's mouth is agape.

YOU - There is time for a last glance inward. Who am I? PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Behold the fear and confusion reflecting in the eyes of the two feeble geezers -- they are in awe of your superiority. You are a God to them.

SHIVERS - All around you, the air slowly circulates the islet, carrying little swallows and black-beaked seagulls in its slow drift. They all -- every one of them, every bird, mammal, and crustacean… YOU - What? SHIVERS - Keep their distance.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Reassert yourself by being *flirtatious*.

YOU - Try to remain conscious. ENDURANCE - All you feel is pain and weakness. You have to surrender now. We all do, it gets *so* dark.

SHIVERS - A line of motor garages with armoured carapaces, hunched in the cold. A mechanic is hard at work, patching up bullet holes in the side of a Coupris 40. Snow settles on the roof of the re-purposed silk mill that serves as your station.

YOU - “Looks like we need to go to the island.” CUNO - The boy squints, looking into the cold distance across the water… HALF LIGHT - He senses danger. Possibly a trap? You shouldn't ignore this -- the kid's got serious street smarts.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “Do you think all the problems in the world can be reduced to repressed sexual urges?” LOGIC - No, of course not. That's reductive in the extreme. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - One-thousand percent, yes.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Say *fuck.* It'd be HILARIOUS. YOU - “Fuck.”