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[liquid bubbling]

[growl]

[roar]

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[clatter]

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[crying]

[clattering]

[crying out]

[crash]

[crash]

[crash]

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Please help me.

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[alarm blaring]

[alarm stops]

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[distressed breathing]

[muffled noises]

[muffled noises]

[gagging]

[gurgling]

[woman crying]

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[rumbling, crashing]

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[growl]

[growling voice]
My lucky day, a visitor.

Oh, God. Please help me.

Tell me, human...

what brings you so close
to your own death?

[coughing]

[retching]

And what brings such a frail
little human

to my dilapidated domicile?

I... What are you?

What is your name?

C-Catherine.
My name is Catherine.

You're not one of them,
are you?

One of who?

You need to not fear me,
Catherine.

[coughing]

[groaning]

I read what was in that file...

So, it's true then. You're a--

[groaning]

A victim, Catherine,
held here against my will,

experimented on
like an animal.

I don't believe this.
I-I can't.

Can't believe what is right
before your eyes?

As you said,
you read their dossier,
did you not?

We could spend our time
arguing the legitimacy
of my existence

vis-à-vis your pragmatic refusal
to believe...

or we could...

...we can help
each other... survive.

What's happening out there?

What-what is happening?

You-you-you don't know...

the structure you have entered.

I-I just ran in here.
I was-I was on my way
home from work. I...

...wanted to get home
to call my mother.
She's been sick.

She's been sick, and I wanted
to see if she was okay,

and I wanted to see if she'd
go to church with me
in the morning.

There are explosions
and screams, lights-
there are lights in the sky,

wailing lights all from above.

I saw a group of kids running
from the building
that was on fire.

There's blood on their faces.
They--

There are so many explosions.

All the buildings
were crumbling and--

What is going on out there?

Indeed, the time has come,
Catherine.

The time?

Yes. The rats have
overrun the kingdom.

Now, they must
be exterminated.

You're dying?

You must help me, Catherine,
please, please, please, please.

Please don't-don't fear me.

They tried so hard
to destroy me...

...to wipe my kind
from the face of the Earth.

So cruel, so cruel,
so intolerant...

...oh, they were.

Please.

Help me. Help. Help.

Help me. Help me.

Help me.

What did you-what did you do
to those two men?

I did nothing to those men.
I did nothing to those men.

They were-
they were crushed from above.

You can-you can clearly
see that, Catherine.

But they don't look the same
as they did.

And the blood on your--

[panting]

And I read
what was in that file.

Lies!

Lies.

All lies.

They kept me
imprisoned here for decades,

the last of my kind.

Why would I wish
for this world to continue?

So the brilliant minds of your
species can keep me here

luxuriating at the excrement
of my own lowliness?

They called your kind...
predatory.

They said you fed on humans
and drink their--

They have always thought
such heinous things about us,

Catherine.

From time immemorial they have
sought to exterminate us

because they feared us,

because they did not even try
to understand us.

We had our place in this world.

We are as old
as the planet itself,

but your kind couldn't,
wouldn't share that with us

or anything else,
for that matter.

They have desecrated
every square inch,

eradicating life forms
that have survived
for millennia.

Oh, they envied us.

Oh, how you loathsome cunts
envied us...

but it was ignorance and fear
that consumed them,

controlled them,

never realizing that all along
it would mean their own demise.

I-I don't understand.

The end has come...

an end to your abysmal reign,

an end to everything you were

and everything you dreamed
you could be.

Your wombs have dried.
The seed in your men
has gone sour.

The blood in your veins
is but a winter creek

drying in the summer sun.

You aren't the first to wander
at the brink of extinction...

where it all went wrong.

Fortunately,
you'll be the last...

at least the last
that was birthed on this world.

What is going on out there?!
What are those things,
the lights in the sky?

Where do they c--

Help me. Help me.

Be the one, Catherine,

the one kind human
to undo decades

of hatred, of torture,

humiliation that your kind
has inflicted on me.

Please.

[gasping]

Do you believe in God,
Catherine?

I do.

Please, come here.
Please.

Please. Please. Please.

Please, help me.

Please. Please.

Please. Please, help me.

Please.

Please.

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[growls]

[screaming]

[crying]

[shouting in anguish]

[silence]

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[slurping]

You'll find nothing in there
to help you.

[crashing, rumbling]

It seems that we
are tomb-mates, Catherine,

but unlike your Christ,
you will not rise from here.

You know what's going
on out there, don't you?

Tell me.

I know many, many things
to all, human.

There isn't enough time left
to even

begin to offer you the depth
and breadth of my knowledge.

- Tell me.
- And even there were...

your brain lacks the capacity
to use it.

Tell me!

Things have run their course,
Catherine.

You would be doing yourself
a favor if you would just
let me kill you now.

Well, since I have
nothing to lose

and nowhere better to be,
try me.

[gurgling laugh]

Yours was always
an amusing species.

What do you want to know?

I wanna know
what you are,

why you're here, why are you
locked in the metal coffin or...

whatever that is.

I've been imprisoned
here for decades

being studied and interrogated

by the brilliant minds
of your military,

while you human maggots
struggled to cope

with an extinction you can't
possibly comprehend,

much less stop,

and only you dare to ask me
to explain who I am.

No, really.

I want to know.

And since, as you say,
I can't hope to save myself,
then why not?

Let it be the last
bit of knowledge I glean
before I am vaporized.

Futile and illusionary,
so human.

Perhaps, but what have you
got to lose?

Amuse yourself at my expense,
like one last story.

Droll human...

...maggot.

I think you can do
better than that.

I would think someone
with your acute

intellect would be immune
to such simplistic insults.

I could cast aspersions
at you for a hundred years

and still not even scrape

the surface of my distain
for your kind.

Now, who's being droll?

Oh, so, you're a-
you're a smart one, Catherine.

Well, I was a philosophy major
and I minored
in religious studies

only to find out
that there's only
teaching positions available

in those fields.

Apparently, I thrive on futile
intellectual pursuits.

How well do you know
your own homunculus history?

It's my favorite
subject on Jeopardy.

Did you know in the 14th
century

a judge decreed
that cats were evil?

It was their little glowing eyes

and their pension for traipsing
about on their little paws

at all hours of the night.

What kind of creature
practiced such behavior

and had such unearthly features?

Why, a diabolic creature,
of course.

The church ordered
all the cats to be rounded up
and destroyed.

Burn the witches,
destroy their familiars.

And if they couldn't
call the devil out,

why, they would wipe his
minions from the Earth.

And do you know
what happened next?

The rat population it was-

they were free to propagate
and with the rats
came the plague,

which wiped out one-third
of the human population.

Your foolish ancestors saw
no correlation, of course.

Nearly a century later,
Pope Innocent VIII

ordered all the felines
destroyed... and again....

[laughs]

And you were there to...
enjoy the show?

You humans, you've always
been quite an amusing species.

Always, the architects of your
own doom time and time again.

- I-I don't understand.
- Of course, you don't!

Maggot.

So, you're ready, then,
to grapple with your own history

and accept it regardless

of all the light that cast
upon all the delusional

notions of superiority
your race hold so dear?

If we're all to die,
then I want to know why.

There were always
those of your kind,

a few who possessed
more courage,

who could face the truth.

They were, of course,
scorned, derided

by their less humble peers...

many assassinated...

but-but I look at you,
Catherine, and I can see...

a twinkling of that courage
in your eyes.

It was a different world,
a different reality.

You cannot begin to imagine
the way the wind tasted then,

the way the world

smelled and felt to the touch.

There was nothing
that needed understanding.

The world needed only
to be sensed.

Time did not exist.
The need for numbers
did not exist.

No science, no logic,
no currency, no religion.

There was spirit in everything,
but it didn't need
to be debated.

It just was.

Just was.

It's a reality that you could
never understand and I doubt

you could even imagine it
as it truly was...

before... before... before.

And there were no words,
no confusion of tongues.

Our life was magical.

- But.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes,
I know, I know.

I know.
I know what you're thinking.

Of course, there was death,
but it was natural,

a part of the tapestry of being.

There's always been death
where there is life,

but intelligent creatures
then understood

how interconnected
it all was.

They instinctively
knew the balance.

They lived in a way that
rejected and revered this...

interconnection.

The planet was at peace within
this natural construct.

Life wasn't studied,
questioned....

There was-there was mystery.

There was wonder.

And there was awe.

Were these creatures...
human?

No.

No. No.

No, they-they came much later.

There were creatures
before your kind,

similar yet different,
but I have yet to

witness any species on this
planet aside from my own

that stayed true
to its original way of being.

Eventually, they always
want more.

For a snake to be consumed
by a wolf

is an honorable death.

Humans have no honor.
They fight with their hearts,

not with their minds.

Theirs is a legacy
of thoughtless
and brutal insanity.

There's no relation to the law
of nature in human destruction.

Not only do humans endanger
their own existence,

desecrate the ground, the air,

the water, and the precious
life that it gives,

humans have polluted
their own minds,
not just the lemmings...

but the most powerful leaders
willingly deceiving themselves

rather than face the horror
they have become all the while

unable and ill equipped
to examine their reflections.

And you call yourselves
civilized.

What happened to them?

There've been
cycles-cycles on this planet...

many species
who claim themselves

superior to all things while
losing sight of their place

in the tapestry of creation,
their true,
wonderful, insignificance.

Like humans, we all rose up,
evolved, climaxing into

the state
of arrogant inebriation.

drunk with power,
infested by delusion.

My kind watched

and grew to despise
every one of them.

We watch
as they watched you.

They? Who's they?

You think you know the
ending to this story, eh?

So typical of you humans,

always rushing headlong to
know the endings of stories,

never once savoring

the beauty of the how and the
why of the whole story.

Your minds are overloaded
with noise and chatter

from your insidious
gadgets and computers.

The ending doesn't answer
your question, Catherine,

any more than the beginning.

- Riddles.
- No, no.

No riddles, human, only truth,

and truth is rarely ever as
succinct as you want it to be,

especially if that the truth
cannot be easily grasped

by the simple minded.

Then tell me how they perished.

Was there a-
was there a cataclysm of--

Irrelevant!

You haven't the time
for me to recount

the many extinctions
I have seen.

The reasons are as varied
as the stars, but they all share
the same result.

You humans have lasted
much longer than I would

have ever thought possible,
much to your credit,

but like all others before you,

you are blind
to your own reflections,

and how wonderful for me

to watch your kind
evolve into rancid rats

lost in a maze
of your own creation.

This time the effects of your
honorable, yet short tenure,

are far more profound.

The cycle ran its course.
You humans have been a
surprisingly adaptable parasite.

Of course, I imagine there
was some hope at the beginning

that you would prove to be

the greatest of life forms,
that you would harness
your true potential

spiritually, biologically,
intellectually.

Bring the earth back
to a pure state.

I imagine those souls of yours
are quite intriguing to them.

They're quite advanced,
even my kind could see that.

No wonder they had hope for you,

but of course, your kind
did nothing of value. The end.

Quite the contrary

[gasping]

Forgive me, but my body
is attempting regeneration.

Similar-
similar to your sleeping.

Pardon me.

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[dramatic music *]

[loud gunshot]

[music stops]

[echoing gunshots]

[ominous music *]

So, what does any of
this mean to you?

Believe it or not, I too
detest much

of what my race has done,

but unlike you I don't think
we are hopeless maggots.

I believe in a higher power.

Ah, yes, God.

Jesus is my heart and soul.

Jesus?
[indistinct]

No.
[indistinct]

[indistinct]

Jesus, the greatest illusion
of them all.

Just ask Constantine
about Jesus.

For Christ's sake.

I believe in God.

One of your most
desperate inventions.

You don't know
anything about God.

Oh, your insidious
and boring delusions.

My faith is not a delusion.

Oh, you-you invented god because

the knowledge of nothingness
beyond what's far too much

for you to bear.

You have no real connection to
the source of eternal creation.

No connection to yourselves.

Let alone the true order
of the cosmos

the ever-expanding source
that is nothingness.

Everything and nothing.

Things will run the course.

The fate of your world rests
in the hands of...

the others.

How have you survived
for so long?

How have you adapted?

Your scientists have never
understood our adaptability.

After all the years
I've been imprisoned here
they've not gleaned one thing,

all the while exhibiting
the ability to acknowledge

your inherently destructive
behavior, let alone repair it.

The pattern is to continue
to uphold the illusion
at all costs,

knowing that there
is no real solution.

No hope, no hope to stop the
madness they have cultivated

for so long,

the destruction
of your own lives,
and what's more,

endangered life beyond
the Earth is utterly pathetic.

Are you not disgusted
with yourselves?

I can't justify
anything they've done to you

or your kind.

Until today... I never really
knew you existed.

Yet... like them,
you fear me, Catherine.

You abhor me.

- I'm not scared of you.
- Don't patronize me,
maggot-breeder!

With all your technological
and scientific progress,

you're just a tribe of apes...
huddled around a dying fire...

eyes wide, wide, wide,
wide with terror
from the noises of the night.

Perhaps you've misunders--

Human, if I were not sitting
here in this crippled state...

I would-I would...

snap your spine for your glib
and flippant delusions.

Your kind systematically
wiped mine

from the face of this world.
It was genocide.

And only I remain.

All I have to do now
is bide my time.

Not much fun.

All-all I want is to return to--

Just to-just to-- I just want
to return to the void,

the all-encompassing void

for which my kind came.

However...

at the moment
my actions... are a bit limited.

You're flesh and blood.
Biologically, you're not
that different from us.

I read that in your file.
You're healing capabilities
are stronger...

your organs and bones
more resilient, but genetically,

you're not that far removed.

Boring.

Boring. Boring, boring,
boring, boring, boring.

So human!

We were not always like this,

like human form,

walking, talking,
consuming, defecating,

we came from the ether,

born with the first light
on this world...

What we were
is no longer possible.

We were part of the-
of the genesis of all life.

But before that, really--
No, no...

Our origins
are more ethereal than yours.

We came to take on the forms
we've used
for these last few millennia.

We knew the limitations
of this... this flesh.

We had our reasons...

Let's just say
it was more convenient

for our needs.

We've evolved too far
to return to our original

and purer state.

You spoke of the souls
we possess.

Are they not enough to warrant
a stay of execution?

Souls.

Souls. Souls.

It was merely
a figure of speech.
They call them containers

because you're all living
on borrowed time.

Well, I believe in the soul.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You also believe baby Jesus
and... Santa Claus

who by the way,

used to be a real demon
to keep you rodents in check

and all that time
locking your doors

and windows
with the sun setting.

Ask yourself, Catherine,
do those souls deserve such...

treacherous hearts,

such adolescent minds?

Most of your kind,
they've forsaken their souls

for shallow and frivolous gains,

Your salvations,
is irretrievable.

What did you think about in
here while you were imprisoned?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing at all, human.

You couldn't possibly
understand the sound of...
nothing.

So soothing.

Oh, what would you ponder,
Catherine,

if you are in
a cage steel canister

for decades on end?

If you were the last
of your kind?

What did the last mastodon
think as it

roamed the great plains
in search of food?
[indistinct]

Watching the stars
at night.

[crashing]

So, that's it then,
everything ends?

I die, you die,
the whole course of life

on this planet
simply returns to dust?

This is not
the first Armageddon!

And I will remain!
- I know your kind
can be killed.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
we can killed
but we cannot die.

Your kind once understood this
as well.

I have no fear, Catherine.

Your flesh, your minds,
your entire legacy

will be erased
like it never happened

and your-and your souls
will be recycled

but I will remain.

If I possessed
even an ounce of sympathy

for your kind,

I would feel sorry for having
wasted what little time you

have left on such
a fruitless conversation.

I will remain.

Your kind-your kind
will be entirely extinguished.

Not one spark, not one moment,
not one memory, nothing,

nothing, just like you,
nothing.

You would just accept your fate
and let me take your life,

I promise-I promise
I'll do it with tenderness...

tenderness, sweet, sweet,
sweet, sweet tenderness.

You bastard.
You sit there

speaking of purity and souls--
- We were the only hope!

You're filth!

You're the vermin
of this world!

How dare you act
so holier than thou.

In that file it says your kind
murdered as many of my kind

as we did yours!

You're not better than the
maggots you claim to despise.

We were the only hope

this god damned planet ever
had for survival,

you miserable,
[indistinct].

Our purpose was as pure
as Nature herself.

They-they never
understood that either,

which-which blindly
allowed genocide.

Now, they accepted the role
we were intended to play.

What are you-
what are you talking about?

They treated us disposable,
pathetic little playthings,
never understanding,

they feared us...

just as you do.

We, too, grew stronger
as the centuries passed,

and when they discovered
that your kinds have become

so adept at extinguishing us,

they'll just sit back
and allow

their experiments
to fester and grow

like a virus--
- Experiments?! I don't--

My blood is liquidated...

life force...

that has sustained me
for all these years.

I hated your kind.

[gasping]

I am hungry.

[indistinct]

Help me, please.

[growling]

[crashing]

Stay away from me.

Stay away from me.

Stay away from me!

[crashing]

[dramatic music *]

Get away from me!

[grunting growls]

[screams]

[clattering]

[music fades]

[eerie music *]

[grunts]

You're-you're a waste, human,

like all the rest of your kind.

All your resources,

they even gave clues,
technology they left for you

on that dessert
beneath pyramids,

and you're still a race
of medieval witch hunters.

Where are you going to go,
Catherine?

Where will you run?

Even if you could escape
from here,

there is nothing but
a wasteland out there.

Make this easier on yourself,
human,

and submit... to my hunger.

[dramatic music *]

*

[crashing]

[screams]

[roars]

[grunting]

[grunts]
[crashes]

[whimpering]

[eerie music *]

Yes, Catherine,
I can read your mind.

I can see into your soul,
you're borrowed soul.

Even in my weakened state,

I can invade your thoughts,

your hopes, your dreams,

your nightmare.

[screaming]

[pounding]

Listen to me.

[crash]

[crying]

[maniacal laughter]

Catherine, they kept me here.

Your military, your scientist
kept me here

in the hope that they
could unravel the mysteries
of my longevity

and regenerating abilities.

They want to learn how to fuse
my DNA with theirs...

to create a super race
that they could one day

rise up against them,

to rise up against the gods.

They'll return
to destroy them.

But, Catherine,
I know the way.

I can make us, you and I,

into that super race

you and I, Catherine,
you and I can build an army.

There's still a chance.

Listen to me.

They come from
another planet far, far away.

They seeded this planet
millions and millions
of years ago.

Your race, your species showed
the most promise

of all the life that flourished

on this this fertile world,
but you failed.

You failed so miserably.

They've returned
to destroy you,

to destroy this entire world.

We're all aliens, Catherine...

we're all from out there.

You are an abomination.

just like us...

[crashing]

...but much worse.

[dramatic music *]

[Catherine's voice]
As bad as we are,
as evil as we can be,

we always have a choice.

We can choose to rise above
our ignorance,

our savage impulses,

no matter how commanding
they may be...

and that is what
I call the soul.

[crashing]

You're gonna die out there...

If I die today,
I'll do it with my soul intact!

[gurgling]

[dramatic music *]