AERYN: We have air in here.
What is the matter with him?
ZHAAN: He is Crichton.
VERELL: There's nothing to
forgive. Matala is a colleague, nothing more. If you want her,
then by all means, begin the Luxan Chase. <not really that
funny, but the whole Luxan Chase thing sounds very amusing!>
JOHN: Look. No, no no. This
has nothing to do with you. Look, I've been having these flashes.
And I'm somewhere else. And Matala's there. Right? And we're,
like, getting horizontal...vertical...you know?
AERYN: You are very odd, Crichton.
JOHN: Look, open your ears, or your tentacles...or whatever orifice
it is you listen with!
ZHAAN: He says he is experiencing
AERYN: The future? He can barely
function in the present.
JOHN: Rygel. Li'l camper! You
look good! Jeez, what is that smell? Whew!
RYGEL: Too many food cubes.
Back end of a food binge, I'm afraid. Very difficult to stop
when you get going. Which bit of me looks good, exactly?
JOHN: The bit that's not jumping
back and forth in time.