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Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

Travel the world and the Seven Seas

Everybody looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused.

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused...

Put the fucking team back in!

Turn me around.

Shit!

Good run, Kable.

- My name is Tillman. - Whatever your name is,

- you got to the save point fast. - Who the fuck cares?

No one is getting out of here alive.

I am. I'm gonna make it out.

Sure you will.

They said you got 3 battles left before you get out.

Bob!

Bob!

Alright, let me handle this. Bob!

- Do we have the interview or don't we? - Yes.

We are a cunt-hair close.

Look I'm not going to blow the 3 Asian Wars for 'close'.

With all do respect, Bob, nobody cares about dead Orientals.

- They care about Ken Castle. - Can I hear from Gina, please?

Okay, Bob...

Bob, are you aware that Castle has clocked exactly one media appearance date,

and that was Walter's last interview before she died nine fucking years ago!

Stop menstruating and just tell me whether we fucking have it?

We fucking, have it.

Good!

Palindromes.

Okay, focus. Let's get lunch.

Iranian, Sushi, or Mexican?

Uh, no. Burger, chili fries?

I could freak a burger.

We live in Society.

We visit Society.

I mean, which one...

...which one's more real? Really?

I mean, which one's really real? Know what I mean?

You're watching Gina Parker Smith.

A live 'World Link Tonight' exclusive!

This motherfucker is off the charts.

You realize he could buy the network.

Yeah, why would he? The son-of-a-bitch pulls in

650 millions pay-per-views for one single broadcast.

Going live in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

First, there was "Society".

The ultimate SIM environment, where players don't control

virtual animated characters, but actual,

living, breathing, human beings.

They walked them. They talked them. They juiced them. They rocked them.

Rickity-dickity-doo.

We had that on t-shirts back in 2010.

The creation of reclusive genius Ken Castle...

"Who is Ken Castle?"

"Society" took the world by storm,

becoming the #1 guilty pleasure of billions.

You can get paid to be controlled,

or you can pay to control.

And generating one of the world's largest private fortunes,

...surpassing Bill Gates practically, over night.

Nine months ago, Castle availed a new simulation.

One that would take gaming to new heights of thrilling excess...

...and controversy.

SLAYERS

Slayers.

If "Society" let us live through others,

"Slayers" would let us die through others.

Slayers gives the gamer full control of a flesh & blood human being,

in full scale kill or be killed combat.

And when we say "flesh and blood".

We mean, flesh...

and blood.

Slayers.

Slayers!

Why isn't it murder?

Gina, when was the last time you saw somebody volunteer to be murdered?

I'm sure you know that every last one of our Slayers is a bonified death row inmate.

Each one offered the chance to participate as an alternative to their sentence.

You stay alive for 30 sessions, you get set free.

That's not a bad goddamn deal.

And has any of these men or women have actually survived long enough to be set free?

Well I'd remind the audience that Slayers was put together with a full cooperation

and approval, of the United States Federal government.

That the revenue that produces...

is responsible for funding our entire prison system...

keeping the bad guys behind bars.

And that the Prop. was voted for by a cock-solid 68% of the American public.

In an election tainted by a suspected digital fraud.

Let's talk about the so called "Genericons",..

...sent into the Slayers' environment,

With a set of pre programmed actions, with no one controlling them,

...and no way to react.

Their chances of survival are next to nil.

There's plenty of men and women in prison who can never cut it as Slayers

shouldn't they be given the same chance to roll the dice for a ticket out?

Besides they only need to survive one session.

Right.

So Mr. Castle, how the hell does it work?

It begins with a single nano cell planted in the motor cortex of the brain.

This cell can replicate,

replacing the cells around it with perfect copies.

And these copied cells contain remote access functionality.

Therefore nano plus cortex, equals a "nanex".

Isn't it true, that every human that undergoes this procedure,

will have a distinct "IP" address, like a mobile device...

- or a notebook computer? - Similar, yeah.

But control is strictly localized

to the parameters of our gaming environment.

You take "Society" for instance.

Once a cast member has left the workplace they're completely free...

from the control and monitoring of their player.

Oh well, that's a relief!

For some, maybe.

For some...

Don't you suspect a good many folks wouldn't mind or need a bit of controlling?

Someone else making all the decisions for you?

No tough choices? No responsibilities?

- Think about it. - We will, Mr. Castle.

We will!

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SLAYERS.

Good little talk?

Oh, shit! My pleasure!

Can I just tell you, I cannot wait until the next Slayers,

I mean, Kable has been unbelievable!

His arms are just so... well I know they're terrible!

What the hell was that?

Ken Castle wants you to believe that we are living in a better, safer world.

- His a liar! Mind controlling his Slayers... - Mr. Castle, we have no idea where this is...

We will all be his dogs if we allowed this evolution to continue.

That's a goddamn hoot!

This is nuts, it's like the signal is generating simultaneously from six countries.

Bypass overload. Reroute to the backup servers please, now.

Now!

Uh, Mr. Castle, we can't stop every virus that sneaks in.

You might want to let my home boys take a look at your firewall.

We're on it. They'll be off the air momentarily.

So sorry.

What about you, sugar?

I wonder if I might breach your firewall one of these days?

You're bad!

He's good!

Hit him!

Fuck him up!

Get down! Get the fuck down!

Get down! Get down!

Kable!

Kable!

My name is Tillman.

Yeah yeah. Tillsman, Tillsman.

They said your name was Tillsman.

You're just sitting, eh?.

Sitting and looking, just looking and sitting... Just like me, man.

Keeping my wholes down, you gotta keep your whole's down...

Everyday I do it, and then everybody snaps, breaks...

starts to crack up, you know, because you don't know if

you're going to live a day or two or die.

Anybody but you, right?

27 battles, huh? Three to go...

Nobody has ever done it. No man has ever come that close.

No one has even got 10 games without getting their brain shot...

Everybody but Kable. Kable, because he's sitting and looking, huh man?

You're gotta plan in your head. You got a mission.

You never break. You never snap.

You never say shit either, but you take care of your business, don't you?

Niggers can get spooked by that kind of single mindness, you know what I mean?

Cause you're spooky.

You spook me.

Whatcha in for?

You want to get back to them.

It's all you think about. It's the only thing that keeps you alive.

Who's talking?

Sign it.

What?

Sign it. Please Tillman.

My son David is your biggest fan. He prays for you.

I need to prove it's authentic. Makes it worth more.

Why would anyone want my name?

You don't even know what's going on out there, do you?

All medical personal report to central process.

Damn, gotta go.

No no! Wait,

How did you get this picture? Have you seen them?

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought.

Me and you do the kind of stuff only Prince would sing about

So put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts

Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert

and you're getting two thumbs up

Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex, just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined,

To make me rise an hour early

just like Daylight Savings Time

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals