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(woman) Before you go on you need to drink a Compliance.
Yeah, they gave me one back there.
Really? Oh, okay. Well, in that case you are good to ... go.
Who are you?
Bing Madsen.
(Hope) What are you planning to do for us?
What the fuck!
(Bing) A sort of performance.
A sort of performance?
Yes.
Mmm! A man of mystery!
(Hope) Well, I suppose we'd better see it.
Okay.
(music starts)
(no audible dialogue)
Knob-head!
Fucking cock!
(Bing) Stop there or I'll do it.
This is a main artery. Keep walking, you kill me.
No one stops me, not till I've said my piece then
you can do what you like.
(Wraith) Oh man, just fucking kill yourself.
But you get any on me, dog, I swear to God I'd kick your ass
back to life, just so I could cut your goddamn head off.
Go on!
(man) Do it, you fucking tosser!
I think we should let him speak.
(audience) Speak! Speak! Speak!
Let's hear what he has to say.
Well, come on, got our attention, as requested.
What do you wanna say?
Have you prepared a speech, is that it?
Speak!
I haven't got a speech! I didn't plan words.
I didn't even try to. I ... I just knew I had to
get here to stand here and I knew I wanted you to listen.
To really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening,
like you do the rest of the time.
A face like you're feeling instead of processing.
You pull a face and poke it towards this stage and we
la-di-da, we sing and dance and tumble around.
And all you see up here, it's not people,
you don't see people up here, it's all fodder!
And the faker the fodder is the more you love it
because fake fodder's the only thing that works anymore!
Fake fodder is all that we can stomach.
Actually not quite all.
Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take.
Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole and we'll laugh ourselves feral,
because we've earnt the right! We've done cell
time, and he's slacking, the scum, so ha-ha-ha at him!
'Cause we're so out of our minds with desperation, we don't know
any better! All we know is fake fodder and buying shit!
That's how we speak to each other, how we express ourself
is buying shit! Well, I have a dream.
The peak of our dreams is a new hat for our dopple;
a hat that doesn't exist; that's not even there!
We buy shit that's not even there! Show us
something real and free and beautiful you couldn't, yeah?
It'd break us. We're too numb for it.
I might as well choke.
There's only so much wonder we can bear, that's why when you
find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meagre portions,
and only then till it's augmented and packaged and
pumped through 10,000 pre-assigned filters, till it's
nothing more than a meaningless series of lights,
while we ride day-in day-out, going where? Powering what?
All tiny cells and tiny screens, and bigger cells and bigger
screens, and fuck you!
Fuck you, that's what it boils down to is fuck you!
Fuck you for sitting there and slowly making things worse.
Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces, and
fuck you all for taking the one thing I ever came close to
anything real about anything; for oozing around it and
crushing it into a bone, into a joke, one more ugly joke in a
kingdom of millions of them! Fuck you for that happening!
Fuck you for me, for us, for everyone!
Fuck you!
That was without a doubt...
the most heartfelt thing
I've seen on this stage since Hot Shot began!
(cheering) Yeah!
Brilliant! Yeah!
(Hope) You!
You're so articulating someone we all... and I mean
everyone in this hall, something we all agree on.
Even though we may not comprehend all of it,
I think I'm right in saying we do feel it.
Even me.
I know you've got me down as this creature.
But, you know, hey, I get where you're coming
from and I like your stuff.
It's not stuff it's...
It's truth. Am I right?
Your truth, admittedly, but truth nonetheless.
And you're right, authenticity is in woefully short supply.
I'd like to hear you talk again.
How so?
With a slot on one of my streams
where you can talk just like that.