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-Move along.

Here.

We'd like a word with you.

-I need K9 for an hour.

Just to do my math homework.

-That's not completely unlike cyber cheating.

-Hyper logarithms are inhuman.

-Do CCPCs dance the tango?

-What?

No.

-Oh.

Then police brutality is happening ahead.

-Oi.

-Course of action?

-You're under arrest.

-Record the arrest.

Publicize the violence.

-Hey, Stop.

You're coming with me.

-K9.

Act normal.

-You're under arrest.

Oi!

-Get your metal mitts off me, you tin-faced junk!

-Close your [inaudible].

-Starkey!

-We have to get this footage onto vid screens.

People need to see the truth. -You're under arrest.

-Jorjie.

They're automatons.

It'll just bounce off them.

-Warning.

Department camo. -Stop!

It could be--

-Drake.

Oops.

-This would be a good time to go.

-Toss the refuse in the camo.

-Why was it necessary to provoke the tin faces?

-Hey. I'm having fun.

Are you having fun?

-Checking database.

Modifying definition of fun.

-It's Sunday.

-Oh?

So you want to play?

We may have found your little friend.

-Analyzing escape.

Solution vertical.

-That's all very easy for you to say.

-Come along, ma'am.

Prepare to be beat.

-OK, now it's less fun.

-Hey, tin face.

Unauthorized recording of CCPC violence.

-That's enough of that, sunshine.

-Fun's over, K9.

I give up.

-Let's see how you three respond to a bit of discipline.

Deploy the inhibitor.

-What is that thing?

-I've never seen one before. -Analyzing.

Composite mineral source. Origin, alien.

-Hey, you, we said we give up.

You can't just--

-Get behind me.

-No. -No!

-How thoroughly disappointing.

Find out who fitted the inhibitor's detonation device

and bring him to me.

-You threw a stone at a CCPC?

-I've got a headache.

-You're lucky you've still got a head.

-He had some crazy sort of weapon I've never seen before.

It was this weird--

-You nearly kill yourself, and all you can do

is bleed about having a headache?

Do you know what it cost me to keep

you out of pre-hearing detention?

-Yes, mom.

But I really do have a headache.

JUNE: Why did you do it, Jorjie?

Tell me why someone who has all the freedom they could

possibly want would do such a thing?

What exactly are you rebelling against?

-Nothing.

I'm rebelling for something?

-Oh yes?

-The right to rebel.

-It's that boy, isn't it?

-I can think for myself.

The CCPC don't arrest you for that.

Yet.

Ugh.

It's just, it was Sunday.

I was bored, all right?

-Well.

When Drake drags you up to juvenile court,

you'd want to have a better explanation than that.

-My hyperbalance is disabled.

-Fragments from the explosion must've caught you mid-thrust.

-Ha ha!

That tickles!

-It's gonna take me some time to repair these circuits.

-Starkey?

-Four CCPCs and a department camo

to arrest a single protestor.

Drake is up to something.

-Well, that may be, but K9 suffered

serious damage due to your tomfoolery.

-It wasn't-- -Sorry, K9.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

-Only June's favor allows K9 to stay in this house, protected

from the darker elements of the department,

and you fling it in her face!

-Starkey didn't fling.

-It won't happened again.

-Without hyperbalance, you're grounded.

-That weapon they were using?

-Submission device.

-New, wasn't it?

-R&D calling it the inhibitor.

-Oh?

Why haven't I heard of it?

-It was in the gazette last month.

Perhaps you missed it because of your domestic destructions.

-You wouldn't put alien material in a weapon for use

on citizens, would you?

That would be unpopular.

Even embarrassing.

-Not at all.

It's just early days.

It's little more than a toy.

I just thought I'd take it out for a test drive.

Prematurely, as it turned out.

Of course, if I'd known it was your recalcitrant daughter, I--

-Jorjie's just going through her rebellious stage.

-Correction, June.

She's fallen in with a bad lot and has become

a real anti-authoritarian troublemaker.

-She has a bit of a problem with discipline.

-She has a career-threatening record of arrest,

teetering on the very edge of her file.

Unless--

-No.

Whatever it is, no.

-Magdeline Academy.

They have an excellent reputation

for dealing with troublesome teens.

-Magdeline?

-A traditional approach to discipline.

-Yes, I know.

-Well, think on it.

-Milena. -Oh.

Jorjie.

With a J. Two J's.

-Welcome to Magdalene.

-I think I'm in the wrong room.

-Hyper [inaudible].

There's no point trying to leave.

There's a mag field round this place to [inaudible].

-I saw your protest.

-Pointless, right?

-Sometimes it's worth rebelling just for the practice.

-They gave me a choice.

Magdalene Academy, or else.

-Or else what?

-Quick.

-Aim for perfection, nothing less.

-Whatever you do, don't put on the bracelet.

-What?

-The modern technology we take for granted,

our vid coms, vid screens, the very CCPCs who keep us safe,

would all be impossible without mathematical advances

in hyper logarithms.

Hyper logarithms.

Anyone?

-Hyper logarithms.

A battery calculating tool capable of integrating

polynomial limits for all levels of differential trends

in order to equate area and volume, and a quadratic--

-Those two were normal until they

joined Milena's study group.

Normal?

-Well, they all got fast break.

-Catenary, parabolic, or elliptical,

depending on the surface being described by the equation.

-When I got here, it was just Milena in the bracelet.

Then one went down, the next day two.

Now there's a cult.

-It's not just the hyper logarithms.

It's the perfect hair.

-The flawlessly polished school shoes.

-The creepy catwalk sashay.

-The whole general, I don't know, suckiness.

-This is Jorjie, with a J. Two J's.

-Hi, Jorjie.

-You can join our study group.

-So sweet of you, Milena, but, uh, Vivica and I

have our own special ways of learning hyper logarithms.

-Oh.

Vivica can join, too.

Everyone is welcome.

-Oh. Ha ha ha.

I, um, think I'm washing my hair that year.

-But Vivica, your hair is lovely.

-Lovely.

[giggle] -Higher.

[giggle]

-Higher.

[giggle] -Perfect.

-This new school's a nightmare.

-Whoa.

I love the outfit.

You look manga.

-It's like going back to the dark ages.

Look at this.

I thought corporal punishment was outlawed last century.

-K9's hyper balance is still askew.

-Is this going to be a long guilt trip?

Shall I pack a bag?

-Jorjie, you put your mother in a difficult position.

-I didn't ask her to work for the department.

-I work for the departments.

-Give me a break.

This was the worst day of my life.

Starkey?

-You're right, Jorjie.

Tough day at private school probably

was the worst day of your life.

-So, how was the new school?

-Perfect.

Everything about the place is perfect.

-They all do exactly what's expected of them.

-You'll become used to it, in time.

-That the Department's philosophy, is it?

You keep people under the thumb long enough,

and sooner or later they'll give up fighting.

-That's him talking again.

Starkey.

-You'll be pleased to know he's taken your side this time.

-Really?

What a refreshing change. -You think?

-Feeling any better, K9?

-Affirmative.

-How about, I'm coming along fine, thank you?

-Affirmative.

-I've discovered what's been destabilizing K9.

Glass residue insinuated itself in his body.

Bonded to his control circuits and set up

a command and response feedback loop.

-Whatever he fired from that weapon

was trying to control me.

-Well, what sort of substance could control someone?

-Nothing on Earth.

-Watch what K9 saw when the weapon was fired.

The substance vaporizes when it's put under pressure.

-Well, if Drake can't fire it at people,

he can't use it as a weapon.

-But not all weapons are fired.

-Aim for perfection, nothing less.

-Seconds to spare.

-No talking in class.

-That's hilarious.

You sound just like her.

-Jorjie!

Pay attention.

The great cataclysm was a defining

event for the Earth's climate.

Vivica, would you lead today's discussion?

-There is irrefutable scientific evidence

that a sudden rise in sea levels due to melting ice caps

was the underlying cause of the great cataclysm.

Human intervention directly caused--

[ringing]

-Starkey, it's the school.

it's stealing people's personalities.

-Are you all right?

-Not me.

Vivica They made her take the bracelet.

-Jorjie?

I think she's in trouble.

-Starkey!

-Well, hello.

-Are you talking to me?

-You are the best looking boy in t quadrangle, aren't you?

-Well, I'm a boy, and I'm in the quadrangle.

Will two out of three count?

-With a nice turn of self deprecating irony.

Mm.

I'm in love already.

So, what's your name?

-Star-- Starkey.

-So masculine, and mysterious at the same time.

-What's yours?

-Vivica.

-Beautiful name.

-Hey, Jorjie, that's not very nice.

-They've done something to her, Milena and the others.

She used to be normal.

-And now she's an angel.

-Just tell me you're being sarcastic, because otherwise

I'm going to get really upset.

-I was talking to her.

-She's been made totally plastic, Starkey.

-But once you get beneath the surface--

-You'll find more surface.

-I need to talk to her again.

I've got a scientific interest in mind control, as you know.

-Oh.

Really.

And tell me, just who's controlling who here?

-Starkey, I didn't quite understand this joke.

Can you come and explain it to me?

-Scientific research.

Well, all it is, is it's really easy.

Just--

[LAUGHTER

VICIVA: Handsome and intelligent.

-Ah, Starkey.

We've discovered the substance Drake used in his weapon.

Ceruleum.

-Coruse of action, computational analysis of Ceruleum.

-What are you doing?

-Writing.

-Oh, duh, I can see that.

What are you writing?

-A poem.

-Oh, well look at you.

-Starkey, what substances counteract

the synthetic neurotransmitters?

-Who's the poem for?

-What is this, 20 questions?

I need some peace and quiet.

-All that clean living's finally rotted his brain.

-Poor Starkey.

He's in an induced state of empathetic bliss.

-Meaning?

-He thinks he's in love.

-Long term exposure to Ceruleum destroys free will.

It was absense of free will that caused

of discussion of the planet Ceries.

Ceries had a two class society, the master and the scribe.

-Hi, Jorjie.

-The scribe class was controlled by the application

of Ceruleum bracelets.

-I've got something for you.

K9: Over time, a symbiotic relationship

between scribe and master developed.

The master was enchanted by the scribe,

and the scribe has no thought but to compliment

and assist the master.

They were so entranced with each other,

they never noticed they were on a collision

course with a giant asteroid.

-Ouch.

-Chunks of Ceruleum formed meteorites,

still hurtling throughout the galaxy.

-But why did it blow up Drake's weapon?

-Ceruleum explodes if it's forced at an unwilling subject.

The mind control only works if you accept it voluntarily.

-Thank you.

-Aren't you going to put it on?

-Starkey adored mine.

He said it made my skin shine.

-So, if the Department were able to trick people into wearing

Ceruleum, they'd have the perfectly obedient, unthinking

population they'd always dreamed of.

-Affirmative.

-There.

Now we're all the same.

All the same.

-All the same.

-Stop wriggling.

I know you've dying to get out of here.

-Gryffen, how can you tell if a girl likes you?

-That, my dear boy, is a mystery beyond all realms of science.

-Incorrect.

By analyzing the level of cannulating [inaudible],

the Hurons are able to calibrate the degree of attraction

between two beings within one millijoule.

-No wonder you're single.

-Aye, Fido.

You're still grounded, are ya?

-Ignore him. We're nearly there.

-Wow.

Don't you look hot.

-I've been working on Mariah.

-Well, isn't she the lucky one?

Why let people think you're just a mechanic

when you're so much more?

So very much more, Darius.

-You really think so?

-You have got a fabulous physique.

You've just got to learn to flaunt it a little.

-Two levels cannulating, I suppose?

-Alien presence detected.

-What?

-Alien material identified.

Analysis complete.

Low grade Ceruleum alloy detected.

Course of action, destroy.

-It's the bracelet.

-Jorjie, take off the bracelet.

-What bracelet?

-Leave her alone.

-K9, no! Jorjie!

Are you OK?

-Get off me.

-Jorjie?

Where did you get this?

-A girl called Milena gave it to me.

-Now, where does a schoolgirl get a supply

of alien inspired mind control devices?

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-Hi, Milena.

-Hi, Jorjie.

-I love my bracelet.

I'd love to get one for my mother.

Do you know where I could buy one?

-June wants one?

What?

The girl knows.

-Starkey?

They know.

Get in there, no!

-Do not touch the bracelet.

-Sit tight, Jorjie.

I'll remove their bracelets.

Setting cannon to stun.

-Ow. -Vivica!

-Um, uh, what do you want?

I'm fine.

I-- I don't need you.

Jorjie.

Who did your hair?

-Now for the queen bee.

-Well, you certainly are your mother's daughter.

Farewell, sweet Milena.

[gasp]

-So you mean she wasn't human?

-Remote controlled, like a CCPC.

Hey, Starkey.

It's good to be back.

-Yeah.

It is.

-Aim for perfection. Nothing less.

-Any good?

-I might be the worst poet to ever twinkle at a little star.

Does she ever ask about me?

-Nobody remembers what happened under the influence

of the bracelet.

-Nothing wrong with dreaming, is there?

-No. There's not.

You'll find someone one day.

-Maybe she'll even be real.

-You're so picky.

-Now, I need some help.

What rhymes with passionate?

-Passionate.

Um-- massionate.

-That's not even a word.

Doesn't this thing have a rhyme dictionary?

Look what I wrote here. Seriously.

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