Brainscan

[CLANGING] [GASPS] [CLANGING] [GASPS] [CLANGING] WOMAN ON P.A.:

Dr. McKennen

to the O.R. post-op. Dr. McKennen

to the O.R. post-op. [GASPS] [MOANING] Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Somebody help us! [TELEPHONE RINGING] [GASPS] [RINGING CONTINUES] COMPUTER'S VOICE:

Telephone, Master. [PANTING] [RINGING CONTINUES] [SIGHS]

[RINGING] Talk to me. Kyle is calling, Master. KYLE: Hello.

I know you're there, dude. Hey, dirtbag.

Man, listen up! "Brainscan.

The ultimate experience

in interactive terror. "Brainscan is not

for the squeamish." [SIGHS]

Well, Kyle, what's

the problem, man? KYLE: This one will

scare the hell out of ya.

It's hot new stuff. Brainscan. Um, here it is.

Here it is. "Choose from

Chain Saw Dismemberment,

Nightmare Eight..." Da, da... "Satisfy your

sickest fantasies."

[LAUGHS] Far out, man! [SIGHS]

It's just an ad, birdbrain.

Just hype. Remember "Gore Beasts"?

Trash. Dingus,

it's interactive CD-ROM. Here. You gotta look

at the ad at least.

It's in Fangoria. You know,

the one with the popping

eyeballs on the cover. [FLIPPING PAGES OF MAGAZINE]

All right, where is it.

Here. Here. Um. "We dare you

to participate "in the most

frightening experience

available on this planet. "State of the art.

Run amuck. "Unleash the dark side

of your soul. "Enter a game that feels

more real than reality." [LAUGHS]

It's interactive, dude. You're in the game, man.

You're in control. Say no more, man. I can't even

believe that I'm sitting here

telling you about this game. Don't you subscribe to

Fangoria? It's in the one

with the bulging eyeballs... KYLE:

Dude? Hello? Michael. Hello!

How's Kimberly

lookin' tonight? [CHUCKLES]

What do you mean? You watchin' her again?

Can you see her...

Talk to me, man. You better make your move soon 'cause I hear some no-neck

jock is about to make his. I'll get around to it. -What are you

afraid of, man?

-Thanks, Kyle. Bye, Kyle. Buddies, forever? Buddies, forever.

I'll talk to you tomorrow. Later. [SIGHS] Michael,

you're one sick puppy. -Igor.

-[BEEPS]

Yes, Master. Dial Kimberly. [BEEPING, DIALING] [RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] Later. Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. Yes, Master. [DIALING] -[RINGS]

-MAN'S VOICE:
Hello.

You've reached Brainscan. Uh, my name is Michael Brower. You can reach me at 717... MAN: Hello, Michael. I'm sorry.

I thought you were a machine. MAN: How can I assist you? I read your ad in Fango.

What's the big deal? It's the most frightening

experience you'll ever have

the displeasure of coming

into contact with. Sure it is. Look,

I've played 'em all. -Brainscan's more

than just a game.

-Yeah, right, well... -[SIGHS] What's it about?

-It depends

on the individual. What makes Brainscan unique

is that it interfaces

with your subconscious. You supply the inspiration,

and we take care of the rest. Look, R2-D2, how do you really

expect me to believe... [MACHINES ZAPPING] [GASPING] [PANTS] MAN: Let us worry

about the details, Michael.

It's too late for that. It's been decided you'll play

"Death By Design." The first

installment will arrive soon. Enjoy the ride.

[HANGS UP] [GRUNTS] Igor. Redial. Yes, Master. [DIALING] [BUSY SIGNAL] Oh, man! [HORROR MOVIE

MUSIC PLAYING] [SCREAMS] [SCREAMING] This is really

disappointing, Kyle. Dude, man,

it's not that bad. When does he

eat her gallbladder? It's right now. Ew.

[MOANING] Look, she's freakin' out!

[LAUGHS] [BANGS] [HORROR MOVIE

MUSIC CONTINUES] [TV SHUTS OFF] What exactly was that,

Mr. Brower? [STUDENTS CHUCKLING]

A gallbladder, sir. My office. Now. [STUDENTS GIGGLING] [LAUGHS]

The gallbladder. PRINCIPAL: The activities

period was created for

intellectual enrichment. Which is why

I have such a problem with this Horror Club

of yours. What was that film

you were watching? "Death, Death, Death." ""Death, Death, Death." Oh, Lord!

"Part Two." Don't you see? Senseless

violence is not entertainment? What is it, then? Why?

Why do you watch these films? -Really?

-Yeah, yeah.

Help me understand. I guess it's kind of

an escape. Like, uh... Like lighting up a marijuana

cigarette and escaping

the real world, hmm? Like watching a pornographic

sex film, getting an erection and

raping someone?

Is that what you mean? You know, I don't think

erections rape people. People rape people. Consider the Horror Club

banned. Banned!

Hey! You will bring me

the next videotape or video game you

plan to show. I will watch it.

If I can stand it,

and if I approve, you will be

allowed to show it. Until that time,

the club is canceled. Don't let me detain you,

Mr. Brower. [RADIO DISPATCHER, INDISTINCT] [TIRES SCREECH] [THUNDER RUMBLING] MAN:

You live around here, kid? I live... I live

about three blocks down. -These people

friends of yours?

-No, sir. Well this is none

of your business then, is it?

Go home. Do your homework. Go home. My father.

My father. My father. I didn't order this. [TAPE BEEPS]

Hello, Michael.

Uh, it's Dad. I guess you know that. Well, just callin'

to say hello. -So, how are you

gettin' along?

-Okay, I guess. Don't ask.

How's school? I really hate these machines. Business is

going well here. I wish you were

here with me to see

all the new equipment. Um, I'll be back

in a few days. I know I said

it would be sooner,

but I'm sorry. And, uh, I love you, Mike. [MACHINE BEEPS] [CHATTERING, LAUGHING] [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC CONTINUES] Igor, dial

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