For further information on procedures, refer to 23J-ARD.
[TECH] - Technicians
[OP1] - Operative #1
[OP2] - Operative #2
[DZC] - Bartholomew Dziec
[LAZ] - Lazlo Antona
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[LAZ] All right, let's get this show on the road.
[DZC] Are we ready for this?
[TECH] It should be okay.
[OP2] Shoot, doc.
[LAZ] What - what do the diagnostics say?
[DZC] They check out.
[LAZ] Right, should we go ahead now?
[DZC] Do it.
[TECH] Attention Operatives. I will read to you your instructions as
specified in in Procedural Document 23D-ARD: ARD Location Protocol
Draft.
You will now attempt to make contact with an individual chosen at
random from the population, and take a part of their mind into yours.
You will remain in contact with that target for as long as you able,
without allowing your identity to be damaged. You will operate
according to the ARD procedural documents.
[LAZ] Activating ARD in three. Activating ARD in two. Activating ARD in one.
And --
[OP2] Okay, I can feel it coming on.
[DZC] It's not high enough, turn it up.
[OP1] That's good. That's about right...
[LAZ] Let's see who we've got.
[OP2] Never seeing, never being. Worst party of my life. Cheap drinks all
around, moron man here asking me on a --
[OP1] Kevin, where are you? Damn party's yours. Say hi at least. Need to...
why won't you say it to me? Why not come here?
[OP2] Told the freak here I didn't drink; why bother? Hitting on me, God!
Stupid like a rock, dumb as a rock.
[LAZ] Teenaged female?
[DZC] Sounds like one.
[OP1] Kevin! You said you loved me, and I believed you. Still believe!
-- maybe you did love me then, mean forever when you said forever.
Did you get tired of me? Too jumpy? Too quiet? Never mind; Wouldn't
tell me --
[OP2] Music like drums and suffering, thump, thumpa, thump. "Movethat
bodybodybaby, Dancebabydance." Trash; pointless. Singing like nothing
matters. Looking at me again. Dance?
[OP1] Leaving since Kevin. Not coming back. Gone. Gone. Us. Stupid. Couldn't
even begin to say how. I loved you. Leaving the party; opportunistic,
overrated junk, dead.
[OP2] Too close to me? He wants to dance, damn it. Moron. Still, not
bad-looking, real shame not to. Name? What's his name? Can't hear over
the music, closer. And too close, cheap vodka on his breath. No.
Not him. Leaving the party; decay. No life. No point.
[DZC] You know, I was sixteen once too.
[LAZ] Quiet. That's real pain we're hearing.
[OP1] Introversion extroversion like a stairway he's there Kevin. Two women.
Friends. Never knew his friends. Hated me. Leave. Don't let them
see. Pitiful. Go home. Don't --
[OP2] Stay a little while longer, see whether music's improvable, destined
to thump through the night. Hello Kevin? Maybe. Later, maybe say hi.
Coming along into music now, might as well. Stupid still, thumpa, but
danceable, jump, move, arms, hip, hip, body a spring in the vibrating
air. All good. All good, no backout point to...
[LAZ] That's a wrap!
[DZC] Everything okay?
[LAZ] Looks that we; we should be up in no time at all.
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