Max [voiceover]: The escape was not my idea. I mean, escape to what? We didn't know anything else. It was Zack who said we had to leave. So, I guess he saved my life. I didn't think we should separate. But he wouldn't listen. And I never even got a chance to thank him.
S1 E1Pilot
Max [voiceover]: They used to say one nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day. It was sort of a joke, until the June morning those terrorist bozos whacked us with an electromagnetic pulse from 80 miles up. You always hear people yapping on how it was all different before the pulse. Land of milk and honey blah, blah, blah, blah with plenty of food and jobs and things actually worked. I was too young to remember, so, whatever... The thing I don't get is why they call it a depression. I mean, everybody's broke, but they aren't really all that depressed. Life goes on.
You're a thief?
Girl's got to make a living.
Thank God.
First time I ever heard that one.
Girls kick ass, says so on the t-shirt.
It sucks.
What sucks?
I come home, it's 3:00 a.m. You're still out. I feel like I got hit by a cement truck and you've been up for an hour bouncing around. That, by definition, sucks.
I made you coffee. That ought to help cope with the injustice of the world a little.
Let me get my coat.
The one you're wearing?
...Right.
Look around at all this. Built by people who got up every morning, worked hard trying to make a better life. Then the pulse happened and everyone got scared. They blinked and before they knew it they turned over the store to a bunch of thugs who were happy to take it off their hands. Overnight, the government, the police, everything intended to protect the people had been turned against them.
So you miss the good old days. Even though there were still poor people who died from diseases when they didn't need to, and rich people who still spent obscene amounts of money redecorating the house to match the cat. Those good old days?
Even if they took it for granted, they still had a choice. Now they don't.
RNReagen 'Normal' Ronald
So you just left it?
Nobody there to sign for it, man.
What's a brother supposed to do? Ride 'round all day with the damn package?
So you decided to return it to the sender. Or, in this case, sender's wife.
Like the prophet say, only the unrighteous husband send expensive gift-wrapped panties to another woman.
It's none of your business. None of your business. Or mine.
Sure. It concern only Jah. But, in this case, I was the instrument of the Most High.
Well, around here, I'm the most high. All right?
DDarren
Trying to have a relationship with you, Max, is like standing in a fog bank. You know, you're right in the middle of something except you have absolutely no idea where you are.
And when the fog lifted, there was Darren with his head under Justine's skirt.
I feel almost human.
Yeah. Me, too.
Max [voiceover]: America really thought they had it dialed in, money hanging out the butt. But it was all just a bunch of ones and zeros in a computer someplace. So, when that bomb went ka-blooey and the electromagnetic pulse turned all the ones and zeros into plain old zeros, everyone's like, "No way!" Now, America's just another broke ex-super power looking for a handout and wondering why.
EOEyes Only
Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city.
I steal things in order to sell them for money. It's called commerce.
Max [sarcastically]: I'm really glad we're having this conversation. You're right, I was angry at you. But talking about it... the scales have fallen from my eyes and I realize now that... it was all my fault. Could you ever forgive me?
You have good taste. French, 1920s, attributed to Chitarus.
Whoever that is.
Oh. So... what, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?
No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer, giver of life who lives forever.
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