The Discovery Page #3

Well, the truth is we just needed

a lot more space to house things.

House what things?

These people were all affected

by the Discovery.

Some of them arrived here after two

or three failed suicide attempts.

We gave them a home,

something to live for in this life,

a reason to contribute.

Oh, uh, real quick.

Just FYI, FBI-type thing,

protocol is no cell phones.

- Yeah, okay. Let's go.

- Yeah.

Hey, don't worry.

This is truly thrilling.

I can only compare it

to the model train set

you let me assemble by myself

on my birthday.

Cutting it a little close.

Oh, well, you know me.

Pins and needles, needles and pins.

These goddamn machines.

- Who the hell's that?

- His other son just returned.

Surprisingly taller than I remember.

Good to see you again, Cooper.

Will, Lacey. Lacey...

That went well.

Where's Dad?

- Is he dead?

- No, of course not.

He is now.

- Fifteen seconds.

- Dad?

Take it easy.

They're just running some tests.

- It's all routine.

- Ten seconds.

Paddles charged... and ready.

See, they're recharging the body

to reboot the brain.

The longest he's ever officially under is,

like, 60 seconds.

So, Dad is now killing himself

and electroshocking back to life.

No.

Kind of.

But you're...

You're looking at this all wrong.

You're wearing whatever the opposite of...

What is it? Rose-colored glasses.

That's what you're wearing.

Sh*t-colored glasses.

Anyway, you shouldn't worry,

because all of this is being

closely monitored and controlled.

And we both know you've always been

slightly skeptical of everything.

Dad started a cult.

- No.

- Can you not see that? This is a cult.

All the way down to these followers

in different-colored jumpsuits.

No, no, no.

There's no hierarchy here, Will.

Dad calls it... distinctions in clearance.

- That's all. It's not a cult.

- It should be different. Straitjackets.

You're the one

that wanted to come back here

for whatever reason. Right?

Now, that, right there,

is the million-dollar question.

Welcome back, Will.

You mind telling me something?

What are you doing back here?

I'm here because I want you to stop it.

I'm asking you

just to put an end to all this.

How would I do that?

Say that you were wrong.

Take it all back.

I can't take it back, Will,

because it's the truth.

Who knows better than you?

You were the inspiration for this.

Aren't you curious?

Please, don't say that. That's not...

- I wasn't.

- Ah, but you were. Hang on.

"Therefore, it is my belief

consciousness should be considered

as another state of matter."

- Please don't.

- Hang on.

I'd like to get to this other part.

It gets good.

"Properties of consciousness arise

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