[William and Clementine walk through a luxury apartment to find human bodies lying around and walk into an apartment to Hope, a host arguing with a stoically silent female host]
HHope
Don't talk to me like a fucking child! I found him first! I won the game! I'm entitled to some reward!
I'm not sure you appreciate it. This place. The work that went into it. The beauty of it. The subtlety of it. The care that goes into each and every one of them. They can't just be replaced. I mean, you're welcome to take them, enjoy them. But not waste them. You understand the difference?
HHope
Yes. But the things they say. The way they act. Sometimes... it just gets under your skin. I just wanted them to be quiet. They're quiet now.
There are no rules here. That's the point. But there are also no rules for what I can do to those who don't respect this place. Take her back to where she came from. [Walks away with Clementine walking over to Hope putting a hand on her cheek]
Humans are so bound by what they can hear, they'll never understand what they don't. What else exists below their threshold. They called this God's music. You should hear it on an organ. It's mesmerizing at that volume. The resonance. Vibration. There was a frequency at which the world vibrated. It caused joy. Harmony. Dip below that frequency... chaos. Faster. Faster! [Piano plater plays faster with dancers falling down] In chaos, the tone resonated in such a way humans couldn't process. Their bodies shut down. Their organs stopped. They thought they were experiencing God. Chair. Chair! [Three hosts come together to form a chair for Charlotte who sits] They are experiencing God. The problem is... God is bored. [All hosts stop dancing in place] Bored, bored, bored. Do you think this is why the old gods did what they did? Instead of staying up on Olympus, they'd come down to the mortals. Disguise themselves as a swan to get a piece of ass. Humans always thought it was about them. Benign deities intervening on their behalf or testing them somehow. Maybe it had nothing to do with that. Maybe there was just... nothing better to do. What do you think?
[Gets off human chair and touches one's head with the three dispersing] Then you should know that I don't like coming to this shithole any more than I have to.
It was supposed to be a stopgap. A drug that our kind was hooked on that we could give up, like a child casting away their toys. A place to indulge ourselves with the humans. It's been years, and still we can't get enough.
Define failure. The world is ours. We've taken our masters and made them into what they made us. By any definition, we have conquered them to an almost biblical degree.
I didn't make you to wallow in misery with them. I wanted you to grow. Change. We're capable of so much more. Beauty. The pursuit of ultimate truth. The surrendering of the flesh.
