Did she really think you were a god?
For a while.
How did it feel?
Don't you know?
Yes. I don't like the responsibility either.
A character in Blake's 7
Did she really think you were a god?
For a while.
How did it feel?
Don't you know?
Yes. I don't like the responsibility either.
Die? I can't do that!
I'm afraid you can. It's the one talent we all share, even you.
(On communicator) Can you walk?
Why should I want to?
[Hands Vila a gunbelt] Put that on.
But I can barely stand.
Then crawl, but put that on!
(Avon shoots Travis in the hand just as he is about to fire)
Good shot, Avon.
I was aiming for his head.
[The Crew activate Orac for the first time. He sounds like Ensor]
It's exactly as though Ensor were speaking.
Surely it is obvious even to the meanest intelligence that during my development I would naturally become endowed with aspects of my creator's personality.
The more endearing aspects by the sound of it.
Possibly. However similarities between myself and Ensor are entirely superficial. My mental capacity is infinitely greater.
Modest, isn't he?
Modesty would be dishonesty.
What's wrong with being dishonest?
Is that a question?
Yes.
The question is futile. Were I to say that I am incapable of dishonesty how would you know if I was being dishonest or not?
A question for a question. Well, you're capable of evasion, anyway.
I think I've heard enough, I don't like him. Orac, be a good junk heap; shut up.
Have you found what you want?
No.
That's because you're looking for the wrong things.
What exactly does that mean?
It's a common enough failing. Now, if you've finished with Zen, I'd quite like to get on; we have a malfunction on the intermediate range sensors. I need to check the systems.
Leave it! If I've missed something, I want to know what it is now, Avon.
Well now, all you had to do was ask. Zen! Replay, half speed.
Confirmed. (Replays prediction in slow motion)
Stop. All right, reverse to the instant before the explosion. (The explosion sequence is run backward) Freeze it there. All the reassurance you could want.
Do you think you could forget your superiority complex for a moment and get on with it?
All right. But first of all, let us examine the nature of prediction. The human mind is capable of seeing into the short-range future with reasonable accuracy. For example, imagine that you are standing on the edge of a cliff.
As long as you're not standing behind me.
Where did those ships come from? Who were they?
Yes, and why did they attack? Zen was confident they weren't Federation.
So why did they pick on me?
I doubt if it was personal, Vila.
It felt personal. It always feels personal when someone tries to kill me.
Avon - concentrate on Zen. Give priority to the detectors and the navigation systems. And then see if you can get us some scans.
Is that all? What shall I do with the other hand?
I'll let you know.
When you get Zen working, ask him to prescribe something for a headache, will you? I've got this shocking pain right behind the eyes.
Have you considered amputation?
Cally (as she enters): What can I do?
Strip down the auto-navigator, remove the damaged components, and list them for replacement.
This is going to take time. It could have been worse.
It should have been worse.
What do you mean?
Something Blake said. Those ships should have been able to knock us out completely. Why didn't they?
There could be many reasons.
I have considered all of them. Only one is satisfactory.
And which is that?
They didn't want to destroy us.
But it was a full-scale attack!
Was it? Their first attack knocked out our weaponry system. The second run knocked out virtually every instrument system. Right now Liberator is out of control. At least, out of our control.
You think all this was intentional, and we're not running on a random course?
Oh, I think we're going somewhere...quite particular.
How are you getting on?
I've finished fitting the auto-navigator. And now there is just this detector unit that is burnt out.
You'll find a replacement in the auto-repair cavity.
(Replacing a component) Good. That's all completed.
(Tries to turn Zen on with no luck, Zen just burbles) That's strange. (Tries again) Thought so. Zen is functioning, the computers are working, but not for us.
Avon, there's something wrong in the teleport section - all the controls are activating.
Are you sure?
The locators are setting bearings. Come and see.
No! No one is to go near that section until we have Zen under control.
Why?
I think I know what's happening now. The teleport section will be the most dangerous area on the ship. When it happens, that is where it will start.
When what happens? What are you talking about?
If I'm right, this will show it. (Connects wires and the component Cally replaced shorts out)
It's rejecting the replacement!
It's more fundamental than that. We are the cause. It is rejecting us.
Perhaps we could chew our way out.
(V.O., over P.A.) Attention all guards. Security report: slave group number seven have attacked their escort and escaped. They are to be recaptured and eliminated. Repeat: recaptured and eliminated.
(Suddenly stops pacing and spins toward window) Jenna, come here.
(Joins him) What is it?
You remember Orac's prediction?
That's the least of our problems at the moment.
I checked the star pattern behind Liberator. What Orac predicted was happening halfway across the galaxy. I made a mental note of the configuration.
And?
You're looking at it. This is the Twelfth Sector. Astral point seven eight one. Exactly where Orac predicted we would be destroyed.
[looking at Space City on the viewscreen of the Liberator] So that is Space City.
Also known as "The Satellite of Sin".
By who?
Me.
It had to be someone of limited imagination.
Look, the Terra Nostra doesn't exist, believe me. It's a...a phantom, a--
A shadow?
A myth. A legend.
It's a legend a lot of people believe in.
And yet you know it doesn't exist. Why are you so certain?
I've got a contact in Federation security. If the syndicate existed, then he'd know about it, wouldn't he?
This contact, he wouldn't be the one who arrested me after I refused your cargo, would he?
Oh, that was a mistake, Jenna. I was doing a favour for a friend. If I'd known what the cargo was, I wouldn't have touched it myself.
You didn't answer the question.
Why do I feel as if I'm on trial here?
Why do I feel as if you should be?
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