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HARVY: You’re lucky they sent me; anyone else and you wouldn’t be walking out of here.
HALX: What the hell are you talking about? What space did you crawl out of? Two things; you still look like shit and why are you trespassing?
HARVY: (laughs as front head shot shows horribly stained yellow teeth with food and obvious deterioration) I wasn’t employed for my aesthetics, my effectiveness is why I was taken on by my current benefactor or should I say benefactors. You wanna know the best part I will always be on the winning side.
HALX: (looking puzzled/concerned as he begins walking over to a desk) Uh huh. OK and why did you say you were here again?
HARVY: (clinching his hands to his greasy hair) I DIDN’T! OK! NOW MOVE AWAY FROM THAT DESK! (whimpers appear between his words almost overcoming his diction) I CAME TO HELP YOU. If they knew I was here saying this to you. . . I haven’t seen you, I wasn’t here.
HALX: but
HARVY: NO! LISTEN! They’re on to you. You and that secret society you’ve started. It was the political area that first caught their attention, from there. . .
There’s a new future coming one where you do what you told, everyone looks the same, no more anger, no more misery. A society where the sole objective is production. They have seen you as a future threat to the grand plan. So you must comply. There are more coming (as he utters the last part of the sentence a bullet silently pierces the window puncturing the chest of HARVY.
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To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.- Stephen Hawking
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