Act 1 Flashcards
“Now Robot, speak.” - Prospero
Il y’a assez en bois en dedans
Es Gibt geung holz darin
Theres wood enough within
hi cats my name is ariel beep beep
i am the invention of the doctor who took pains to make me speak
taught me each hour when i didst not know mine own meaning but would gabble like a thing most brutish
“We have a problem” - Tempest
yes, of this we know, you need to find your science officer who fled your spaceship in its hour of need
i tracked her on my scanner screen until she dipped below the horizon and upon the planets darkside vanished
End of “Aint Gonna Wash For A Week” - “on screen”
Bosun bosun good news and bad news that youve never heard of
“how may that be” - Bosun
is it not good to hear your science officer is coming
“is she come” - Bosun
Why no sir
“What then” - Bosun
She is coming
“When will she be here” - Bosun
When she stands where i am and sees you coming
“Thy Master is a wise and valient doctor” - Tempest
Never thought him worse and i must say i hold my duty as you hold your soul. unto my god that is my creator
“oh speak of that i do long to hear” - Tempest
Certainly sir, i worked on it myself and since i am not programmed for deciet i will relate my masters greatest breakthrough which once it has but stabilised itself which rank him with the greatest men of yore, copernicus, darwen yeah en einstein
“I shall sift him” - Tempest
My Master bless my hands that made my parts, had worked for many years in solitude upon a revolutionary idea - a form of science - Telegenesis
Telegenesis? - Tempest
Which is the creation of pure thought alone without need of instrumentality
Thats impossible - Tempest
Creation of pure matter with the mind to make this work and here i use lay terms one must open nine tenths of the brain which ordinary mortals never use, its called cerebal elasticity
Cerebal Elasticity?! - Tempest + Bosun
The break through came through when Dr Prospero distilled a drug he called the X - factor which utilised this untapped grey matter he took a draught in the lab one day and hasnt been himself im sad to say.
Doth add more grief too much of mine own - Cookie
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes.
There is a beep upon my scanner screen
That is no doubt your science officer
