The Fly Page #3

Ronnie. Ronnie.

You want to try an experiment?

Sure.

Eat this.

I need an objective opinion.

- Yes?

- Well...

...it could use some finesse,

but it tastes like a steak.

Okay.

Now try this teleported half.

- A monkey just came apart in there.

- Baboon. Eat.

It tastes funny.

- Funny how?

- It tastes...

...synthetic.

Mm-hm.

What have we proved?

The computer is giving us

its interpretation...

...of a steak. It's translating it,

rethinking it...

...rather than reproducing it.

Something gets lost

in the translation.

Me. I'm lost.

The flesh.

It should make the computer crazy.

Like old ladies pinching babies.

But it doesn't yet.

I haven't taught the computer

to be made crazy by the flesh.

The poetry of the steak.

So I'll teach it now.

I knew it.

What are you doing here?

I followed you.

Psychology Today, my ass. You

stayed with Brundle all night.

Why didn't I believe you?

I think he'd look great in this.

Don't you?

For your Time Magazine cover,

you have to look good, right?

Don't you get it?

I am finally onto something big.

- Huge.

- Yeah? What? His cock?

Crude, Stathis. Very crude.

You're too perfect.

You're a goddess.

Thanks for making my

paranoid fantasies come true.

I don't have to report to you,

you creep.

Ronnie?

You have to talk to me.

No, I don't! We're finished.

I'll spend the night

anywhere I damn well please.

Sorry. I'll take this too.

I think it's time for champagne.

Oh, God, Seth.

It really happened. You did it!

- You'll never be carsick again.

- Or airsick or seasick.

I know. Or tricycle-sick.

What's next?

Send the baboon out for tests,

see if he's okay.

How long will that take?

Could be weeks.

Really?

Yeah, why?

Well, I was thinking that

we could take a holiday.

We could?

Yeah.

Like an old married couple.

Old man's got

a couple weeks off, so...

...they go to Florida, someplace warm.

Just you and me?

Is there someone else

you want to bring along?

No, no, I just....

Is this a romance we're having?

Yeah. Could be a romance.

Come here.

I have a great idea.

You like Chinese food?

Yes.

We'll have a romantic dinner here.

What's this?

From your editor.

It was under the door.

Victor, it's Seth Brundle.

Yeah, I'll wait.

What's that?

Nothing.

It's just personal bullshit.

Old married couples share everything

to stay old and married.

- Listen, Seth, don't rush it.

- What are you talking about?

I have to go out for a few hours.

Now? No, Ronnie,

spicy eggplant, champagne.

Just a few hours.

I have the residue of another life.

I have to scrape it off my shoe

and get rid of it, once and for all.

Hi.

What's this supposed to mean?

I'm your editor and I'm shaping

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