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 Subject : 04:B7 Transcript: The Harvest Of Kairos
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From: bammerla{at}cs.ruu.nl (Boris Ammerlaan)
Organization: Utrecht University, Dept. of Computer Science
Date: Thu, 27 Oct 1994 17:10:36 GMT

          did bring them all?
  JARVIK: Of course.
SERVALAN: There seems to be a body in one of them.
     ZEN: Sensors report alien craft, approximate bearing
          four-nine-zero-three, approaching.

[Landing module, in flight]

 TARRANT: Zen will have picked us up by now.
    AVON: So?
 TARRANT: So what do we do before they blow us out of the galaxy?
    AVON: We attack.
 TARRANT: Attack? We have nothing to attack with.
    AVON: Then bluff it. Tell them to surrender.
 TARRANT: But they'll know ... the sensors ... try and raise the
          Liberator, Cally. Open beam frequency.
          [Avon closes panel]
   CALLY: [Complying] Liberator, are you receiving me?
 TARRANT: Is that a weapon?
    AVON: That? Nononono, it's purely a defensive. An analogue of
          something that evolves on the permanent dark side of a
          planet. A highly simplified copy, of course.
 TARRANT: Permanent dark -- are you saying you've built --
    AVON: I've built an artificial sopron. Yes, that's what I'm
          saying.

[Liberator flight deck. Landing module on screen]

SERVALAN: What is that?
     ZEN: Detector scan reveal it to be a high technology space
          cruiser. [Jarvik laughs] Hardened self-healing
          Herculanium hull and superstructure, advanced Time
          Distort facility, speed range to Standard by twelve
          point two zero three. [Jarvik laughs] Computer
          assessment of weapons reveals the craft to have an
          assault capacity marginally greater than that of the
          Liberator. [Jarvik laughs]
SERVALAN: GREATER?

[Landing module]

    AVON: Self-defence. Some animals bristle out their fur to
          frighten their enemies. But that doesn't count for much
          in the dark.
    VILA: So what does Sopron do?
    AVON: Sopron is a mirror. A distorting mirror. It reflects a
          slightly greater image of whatever it is that happens to
          be scanning it. Zen saw a capacity charged brain,
          because that is what Zen is. Orac saw a highly
          sophisticated computer, because that is what Orac is.
          Cally thought that she saw her parents, but what she
          actually saw was herself.
 TARRANT: And will THAT work?
    AVON: Oh yes. The question is, what will Servalan see, and
          will she be fooled by it?

[Liberator flight deck]

     ZEN: We have audiovisual contact with the alien craft.
SERVALAN: Put them up, Zen.
          Tarrant.
 TARRANT: [On screen] 'fraid so, Servalan. And you know what we
          want. You have one minute to hand over the Liberator.
          Failing that, we shall blast her into nether space.
  JARVIK: Hah!
SERVALAN: We have one of your friends aboard.
 TARRANT: [On screen] Yes. I'm sorry, Dayna.
  JARVIK: Servalan, you can't take this seriously.
SERVALAN: One minute?
 TARRANT: [On screen] And we're already counting.
  JARVIK: Servalan, it's a bluff. You can see what it is.
SERVALAN: Zen, visual of the alien craft.
          Explain the conflict.
     ZEN: The visual image is at variance with seventy-two
          scanning devices. Possible explanation is a holographic
          projection designed to disguise the craft's true
          appearance.
  JARVIK: Servalan, forget your computers. Please! Believe your
          eyes.
          Just for once.
SERVALAN: Zen, are there any Federation space craft in teleport
          range?
     ZEN: Affirmative. The Kairopan transporter, bearing one one--
SERVALAN: All right. Prepare to evacuate.
  JARVIK: This is madness!
SERVALAN: Captain Shad, kill her.
  JARVIK: No, wait. There's no need to -- [stands between Shad
          and Dayna]
          Argh.
SERVALAN: Jarvik!
   DAYNA: Kill me and who operates the teleport?
SERVALAN: Orac.
   DAYNA: Avon has the key.

[Space; V.O.'s from Landing module]

    VILA: Are you sure you can dock this thing?
 TARRANT: I hadn't really considered it.
    VILA: What?
 TARRANT: I thought we'd be dead by now.

[Liberator flight deck]

   DAYNA: They've all gone. Except Jarvik. And he's not going
          anywhere anymore.
 TARRANT: A waste. He was a special sort of man.
    AVON: Spare us the eulogy. He was a Federation thug.
 TARRANT: No. No, that isn't what he was.
    AVON: Zen. Servalan's voice pattern: erase it.
     ZEN: Confirmed.
 TARRANT: Get us out of here. I've had enough of this place.

** the end **

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