Believers Page #4

...is but the imaginary form...

...in which consciousness...

...perfectly realizes itself.

An independent reality.

In the physical sense.

It cannot be ascribed

to the phenomena...

...nor to the agencies...

...of observation.

- Stop it. You're hurting her.

- No.

No, Libby, no.

- You cannot touch the Teacher.

- He's hurting my mom.

You're gonna kill her.

Take her to the Reflection Room.

It will do her some good.

- You're gonna kill her.

- She shouldn't be here.

- Kill her. No, stop! Stop! No.

No, don't. I want my mom!

Libby, what you did

endangered all of us.

So you need to reflect...

...and find your equilibrium

before it's too late.

Why are you locking her up, huh?

She's only a little kid.

What could she have possibly done?

God's gonna punish you,

you stupid bastards!

Libby.

Libby, can you hear me?

Remember? We came to help your mom

at the gas station.

No talking.

Listen, I need you to talk to me, Libby.

Please.

Please be quiet. They'll hear you.

Look, Libby, I know you're scared.

But I really need you to tell me

what's going on here.

I'm not allowed.

These people are freaks, man.

They're freaking cuckoo.

They're some kind of devil worshipers.

That's what's going on here, Dave.

Vic, look.

You need to relax, all right?

Libby, can you tell me

where they took your mother?

Can you tell me what the mission is?

The Teacher says we were chosen.

Chosen?

What does that mean?

When the sun comes up

in the morning...

...the Teacher's going to take us

to the new world.

He says we can live there forever.

And where is this place?

On the other side of the universe.

You hear that sh*t, man?

This is some kind of freaking

Hale-Bopp or Bob...

...or some kind of Heaven's Gate

kind of suicide cult, man.

- Freaks.

- Vic, please.

Libby.

Libby, did the Teacher tell you

how he was gonna take you there?

We all have to go to sleep first.

Oh, Jesus.

They probably wanna do

the same sh*t to us, man.

- That's why they haven't killed us yet.

- Vic, Vic. Please, please.

Look.

We don't know that for sure,

all right, bro?

What time did they report?

Three-forty-four, sir.

We're showing them as still on-scene.

Still on-scene?

Yes, sir.

- Okay.

- I'll verify with central dispatch.

Give me a buzz

the second they report in, okay?

Will do.

- All right, thanks.

- Sure.

- Are they inbound yet, Cap?

- No.

Damn. They better get back

before my shift's over.

Vic owes me 20 bucks on the game.

It's working on three hours

since they left the station.

How much you want to make a bet

they're celebrating Dave's good news?

Dispatch says they're still on-scene.

"A sign of evolution

to complete the system.

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