track of up to four enemy fighters. No, it takes balls, big balls... not ovaries, to maintain four enemy fighters... and that's a fact, Jack. All right, watch this. Con. Con. This is Delta Two requesting permission to land. RADIO: Delta Two, you're clear to land. Delta Two, you're coming in too hot. Abort. I repeat, abort. Delta Two. Do you copy? Shit! Delta Two, you are inverted! MARSHALL: Hoo hoo! Not anymore. MAN: Aaahhh! Now, what were you saying? RADIO: Delta One! Whoo! MARSHALL: What are you people lookin' at? Carry on about your business. Nothin' to see here, ladies and gentlemen. Whoo! Oh, now, that was a sweet three-sixty. Actually, that was a five-forty. Did you just do that to impress me? I'm just trying to redirect some of that testosterone. You're a total... maniac. Todd "Maniac" Marshall at your service...ma'am! Ha ha ha ha! Ohh, shit. [Intercom buzzes] [Buzz] OBUTU: You're needed on the bridge, Captain. WILSON: I'll be right there. You don't want to be here right now. FORBES: Just for you, sir. DEVEREAUX: Trying to bribe me? FORBES: No. No. Um... thanks, Angel. The flight boss would've brought us up on charges... if you hadn't said something. Yeah. Yeah, what the hell were you thinking? Look, I wasn't. [Chuckles] Not with my head, anyway. You're one of my best pilots. I cannot afford to lose you. I was just... showing off a bit in front of Maniac. Maniac? [Chuckles] Lieutenant Marshall. He has a new call sign. I see. Well, I hope it felt very good. Better...than... sex. Bullshit. Better than sex with myself. [Both laugh] You just see that it never happens again. [Opera music playing] [Door opens] BLAIR: Sir? Can I talk to you? TAGGART: Yeah. Go ahead. BLAIR: My whole life... I've taken crap because I'm part Pilgrim. And I don't know why. Sit down. You're one of the last descendants of a dying race. Pilgrims were the first human space explorers and settlers. For five centuries... they defied the odds. They embraced space... and for that, they were rewarded... with the gift of a flawless sense of direction. They could feel magnetic fields... created by quasars and black holes... created by quasars and black holes... negotiate singularities... navigate not just the stars, but space-time itself. Like a Navcom A.I.? TAGGART: No, no. You've got it backwards. The billions of calculations each second... necessary to lead us through a black hole or a quasar... is the Navcom recreation of the mind of a single Pilgrim. Then why'd the war start? [Sighs] You spend so much time out here alone... you end up losing your humanity. When Pilgrims began to lose touch with their heritage... they saw themselves as superior to men. And in their arrogance... they chose to abandon all things human... and follow what they called their "destiny." Some say they believed they were gods. You believe they were gods? No. But I do believe they were touched by God. And like it or not... you've got some of that inside you. I have to get to the bridge. We'll be jumping soon. I want you to be there. MAN: This thing's eating suns for breakfast. Let's go. MAN ON LEFT: What the hell are we doing here? HUNTER: You know what we're not doing. FORBES: Turning around. P.A.: This is the captain. Prepare for a level-five jump-point interphase. Secure all stations. COMPUTER: Attention. Attention. Course error. Adjust course immediately. Steady as she goes. COMPUTER: Captain, the ship is headed... into the PNR zone of a class-two pulsar. One minute until gravitational pull is 100%. What about it, Mr. Taggart? The readings are wrong. The sensors are not calibrated to the pulsar. They've already been warped by the gravitational fields. COMPUTER: Captain, I must insist we change course immediately. TAGGART: No! Manual override! Forget you, artificial intelligence... or we're all dead. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Волшебник на английском - текст Приключения Шерлока Холмса и доктора Ватсона: Король шантажа на английском - текст Соломенная шляпка на английском - текст 300 Спартанцев на английском - текст Омега Дум на английском |