The Impostor Files: The Making of 'Impostor'

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There wasn't always

a war with the Centauri

but in my lifetime,

it's all I've ever known.

By the year 2050, six years

after the first attack

we'd lost so many things.

We'd lost the sky

to electromagnetic domes

to shield the Earth

from frequent air raids

increasing in intensity.

We'd lost the uncovered cities

that the government forgot.

We'd lost democracy

to global leadership.

We didn't expect peace anymore

with the Centauri

because we came to see that

peace wasn't their goal.

Their goal was Earth.

The ultimate land war,

with no boundaries.

When I was a boy,

I built toy rockets.

I wanted to explore space

and discover new worlds.

I've never seen a Centauri,

but I knew what my father

told me.

I knew they were an alien race,

They were genetically superior

and they came after us

with no mercy.

I also knew they were

the last thing my father saw.

I stopped building rockets.

There was no need for them.

I built weapons instead.

And I know my salvation.

Her name is Maya.

A little hotter.

That's good. Music on.

No, no. Something else.

Hooker, John Lee.

That's good.

Go, Johnny Lee!

TV on.

Watch the news for me, will you?

News three.

Hoping to catch a glimpse

of their beloved leader

hundreds of people have thronged

the Ballard Space Port

as citywide preparations

are made for the Chancellor's

arrival...

Spence, it's on!

Music off.

Water off.

...last week's brutal

Centauri attack

on the Tolstoy Colony

of Asteroid X-83.

What'd I miss?

Alighting from a recent briefing

with high-ranking officials

at Sector Eight

the Chancellor visits our region

for a secret meeting

with government scientists.

Some secret.

Tolstoy colony was a bastion

of peace and free expression

in this grievous time of war.

Why do they leak these things?

They want us to think that

she's Joan of Arc

and not some warmonger.

Tonight, we'll both be shaking

hands with that warmonger.

With one deadly strike...

Centauri stormtroopers

annihilated

this idyllic community.

Well, I hope she likes

talking politics.

This war crime will be avenged.

Firefighter robots

have finally extinguished

the blaze

which has devastated

Sutton Wood.

Over 600 acres of forest

were razed

and authorities have

closed off the area

to all hikers and picnickers.

The cause of the fire is unknown

but careless campers are

most likely to blame.

Morning, Mr. Siegel.

Morning, Spence.

I don't think they'll

get through the dome today.

They can, and they will, sir.

They can and they will.

Come to me, baby.

Come to me.

A mob of raucous

anti-war protesters

clashed with military troops,

leading to 50 arrests.

The poorly-organized faction

expressed opposition

to the Chancellor's

strategic response initiatives

and the faction's disruption

of a transit facility was

declared

a Mercury-class

public safety threat.

The protest was dissembled

thanks to a swift response

by military leaders.

No fatalities were reported,

nor were there any...

Veterans Plaza.

This station is Veterans Plaza.

Stand clear of the platform.

I'll see you tonight.

All right.

Morning.

Good morning, Nelson.

How you doing?

I am high-quality.

So tonight's the big night, huh?

Huge. Nervous?

- No.

- Liar.

Decided what you're

going to wear tonight?

Uh, no.

Don't overthink it.

Relax. I'll give you a tip.

She likes to be called Chancie

and when you get

right up next to her

cup her right buttock

in your hand

and jiggle it really fast.

She loves that.

Tight security this morning.

I guess Chancie's

a little paranoid.

So, how's my favorite girl?

She's beautiful as ever.

We went camping this weekend

up in Sutton Woods.

She loved it.

Lucky you missed the fire.

Who says we missed the fire?

You dog.

Voice print, please.

What?

Voice print, please.

Spencer John Olham

Project Director.

Access granted.

Whatever med-specs you give them

I want you to double the dosages

on your order estimates.

Yes, doctor.

And I want a nurse standing by

until he stabilizes.

Yes.

How are we doing

on synth plasma?

SR's still waiting.

Okay, well, I'll just have

to contact Central Supply

and see if they send some

in the next run.

We're way over capacity,

Dr. Olham.

If you want to keep inviting

more wounded

we're going to have to move

the party to your place.

Ah, Dr. Carone,

and I'm barely awake.

Something tells me this is

my morning lecture on

hospital administration.

Let's go ahead

and keep him on the angiolytic.

See how he responds.

Give him another 12 hours.

Rumor has it

there's another evac on

its way here from Tolstoy.

I'd like to know why you told

them we could handle them.

Did security ask you

for a voice print?

No.

Strange.

It's never done that before.

They're gearing up

for Big Sister.

What do you suggest I do?

We could ask evac to reroute.

Oh, to a worse hospital.

Forget it.

I am all for the war effort.

I'm not interested in

the war effort.

I just care

about saving as many women

as I possibly can.

Good morning, Dr. Olham.

Please enter.

What do you care about?

This morning I'm saying

good-bye to my youngest

and he says- I swear to God-

"Dada, when I grow up

I want to be

in waste management. "

You tell me, should I worry?

Little Joey's on the slow side,

isn't he.

You know, I pray nights

he marries well.

There she is.

Three years of hard labor

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