MindGamers (2015) Script

Get up.

My lord.

Gabriel Kreutz: Monsignor mosca, this is a most unexpected pleasure.

I was told tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Time is subject to our will.

Rome grows impatient.

We know not what you do, only what you cost.

There are rumors of your work.

There are always rumors.

Monsignor mosca, we have discussed this before.

This must be clear.

That the more we understand about science, the more we understand that the borders between physics and faith are blurred.

Membrane thin, at best.

Let us get to the point.

Yes, let us get to the point.

Religion is dead.

I have said it.

You know it, I know it.

The faithful have fled.

But with this work here, I can bring them back.

What cost is too high to return the flock to the field, hmm?

Through science.

Indeed.

You must know, I've seen the records at the orphanage.

Open this door.

Gabriel: Allow me to explain.

They are essential to my work.

My reputation...

Reputation?

A man of science who turned into a man of god when it suited him to have his research funded.

Monsignor, you cannot possibly begin to understand what you are about to witness.

Oh, really?

And what exactly will I withess?

A quantum connection with the human mind.

Show him.

Dear god.

It's true.

Gabriel: The future of faith is here.

The future of mankind itself is in her.

This is your work?

This abomination!

I must ask you not to interfere.


Man: Consciousness.

What is the physics of consciousness?

What are the origins of consciousness?

What are the limits of human potential?

Man 2: What had not been done before was actually one human sending information to another human's brain.

The technology exists right now.

We can record from one brain...

Man 3: With brain implants already installed in a lot of people, there's a cochlear implant, so...

Steve thought that he would allow my brain to connect with his brain.

He created the first brain-to-brain direct communication...

Woman 1: A new kind of connectivity, a new kind of interplay. Me to my computer, my computer to you...

Man 4: It's said that the ees integrates with the skin, and suddenly everybody is chipped, everybody is monitored, everybody is trackable anywhere on earth.

That the Mark of the beast technology is just about here.

The computer is going to take over the activities of the brain.

It's very, very serious.

Desperately serious.

I see a bright future, a new genus of humanity.

Smarter, faster, marvelously gracile.

Da silva: In your own time.

And straight to the camera, please.

Dylan Harvey. Applying for audio biometrics with a specialty in spatial unification.

Agnes day, 821.

Cognitive psychology.

Maddie romero, 117.

Cybernetic ethics and philosophy.

Rollo fipps, 993.

Neuroengineering.

Jaxon Freeman, 909. Applied quantum biology.

Technology offers us evolution without end.

Dylan: Enr.

Emotional neural reader.

Ludwig Van beatbox, that's what I call my processor.

See, you don't, uh, program Ludwig.

He, uh... he feels you.

He frame grabs your mind.

Music made by my tears only.

This connects me to what?

Da silva: The faculty surveillance network.

And it's a condition of entry that we wear one?

Everyone, at all times. For your own security.

Huh.

Da silva: Do you believe in organized religion?

There is no life after death.

Because there is no death, just a doorway.

The enr, this whole idea came to me on a suicide Tuesday.

So there you go, people.

That's a positive drug story.

Da silva: Perhaps a person that inspired you?

Uh, yeah. I'd say there was.

The dalal lama meeting Anton zeilinger.

Two hands embracing, locked together.

Sir Henry head.

Da silva: And he is?

A victorian neurologist.

He wanted to know how the brain perceives pain.

So, one by one, he cut the nerve fibers of his own body.

To get somewhere, sometimes you gotta go too far.

Man: Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

The late Agnes day.


Man: All personnel report to your supervisor.

I totally flunked my superposition test.


You're early.

The assessments weren't set till midday.

Time is subject to our will, Mr. Freeman.

Team leader.

You choose curious collaborators.

For example, Mr. fipps.

I call this process moska, motor skills assimilation.

There's no one better.

I implanted a single neurochip into the brain of the control rat.

Then, over a series of months, I taught it a complex motor skill, like negotiating a maze or completing an obstacle course.

I then connected it via hub computer to an untrained decoder rat.

The decoder rat downloaded the skills and instantly performed the same task.

From mice to men.

That's my plan.

Scale it up to a human level.

Assessor: A basic error, Mr. fipps.

Yes, I know.

No computer's bloody big enough, but given time, we are bound to...

And what have we here?

A mass organic network.

Their connected brains can handle more data than every computer on the campus.

And the brains trust that you call your team?

No, I'm working on this idea alone.

But with Mr. fipps' rats.

The rats belong to everyone.

Unlike this moment's glory.

Indeed, Mr. Freeman, trust just to yourself.

The mind is all that matters.

And yours, dear boy, is undamaged.

Your body's still strong.

Just the nerves are severed.

And who needs wires?

What merits Mr. Harvey?

Jaxon: Emotional mapping.

He's fast.

Flawless.

My man.

Deviants and devouts.

In your eyes.

We need a team project.

No. We can help you get your body back.

Miss romero seems hell-bent on making the world believe, in what?

We want proof.

And I believe quantum mechanics can provide it.

The double-slit experiment proved by observing a particle, we change reality.

Meaning, all matter is nothing but vibration until it collides with human consciousness.

Assessor: I'm sorry, you've lost me.

My mind only exists because another consciousness is observing me, and another observing that.

Infinite numbers of observers.

Or, there's just one overarching consciousness observing everything.

No.

No, I'm not finished yet!

I've given two possible explanations.

Science dictates the most simple is likely to be correct.

The multiverse theory demands an infinite number of observers.

My explanation requires only one.

So, which would you say was the more elegant?

Assessor: This ardent advocacy of the single observer theory is what, miss romero?

A Valiant stab at proving god?

You used the word "god," not me.

And miss Agnes day.

What of her?

Agnes, she can't be categorized.

A woman stands on a rooftop, leans forward.

Will she fall? Will she live or will she die?

I propose that she will live. She must live.

Always.

So we have no choice but to continuously exist, somewhere.

She leans, looks down.

Two possible outcomes.

One, she falls, cracks like a bloody egg on the concrete below.

But what then happens to the second outcome?

She pulls back, survives.

That outcome must continue to play out somewhere because nothing, once brought into reality by a thought, can ever be destroyed.

So if we choose to collapse one reality, to bring it down, the other will be forced into existence.

An extension of...

The lovely schrédinger.

You understand?

Your deductive equation, please.

I'm working on it.

Miss day, your proof?

You'll get it when I'm finished.

Assessor: Secrets shared, Mr. Freeman.

You could be trusted.

What is that?

We gave you authorized access.

Oh, fuck, is that military?

Jaxon: A research base in Nevada.

Check it out.

Using electrodes in the transmitter gel, they've connected this guy's brain activity to another guy in San Jose.


Three, two, one.

Fire.

He had no choice but to fire.

His finger was under the control of another man's brain.

All that we have done, every advantage afforded you.

There have been experiments. Promising results.

A human specimen procured.

Which makes me what?

Your rat?

No, no, no.

Our rat.

Jaxon: Connection established.

And we are in.

You know what to do.

Feel yourself moving. Think of it.

Picture it.


Two years of work and no results.

We grow impatient.


Hey.

What's the deal?

She'll never get through.

Her blood tox will register.

Mass security.

And the question is, why? I've never seen this before, not at this level.

Whatever they've brought us here for, it's big.

Full biometrics.

She'll be fine.


Man: Attention, all students.

Please keep the way clear.

We ask for your Patience.

Man 2: Who 1s that?

The force is fucked in that one.

Da silva: This was a turning point in his research.

Some would say the birth of modern neuroscience.

By implanting an electrode into the brain, he proved how every basic emotion could be stimulated upon command.

From aggression to instant calm.

By the late '90s, his work progressed into neural-digital interfacing.

Primates were taught within hours to operate artificial limbs through thought alone.

And then began his groundbreaking work into neuron manipulation.

Victims of severe brain damage had many basic functions restored.

Their only sacrifice?

A loss of free will.

For this work, came criticism.

His ethics questioned.

Accusations you will all experience.

Do we improve the mind?

Or do we violate the soul?

In the face of opposition, in the pursuit of progress, he labored on until fate

cruelly intervened.

And spirit alone bore him on.

His resolve made ever stronger to build this house of determinism.

Dominatio ad menta.

Mastery of the mind.

His vision, his cause.

Please join me now in welcoming professor Gabriel Kreutz.


To see you gathered here, the best and the brightest set upon this great scientific journey

you cannot imagine the pride I feel.

You cannot know my elation, and that, in itself, is surely intolerable.

We should know every impulse of each other's minds.

You should have within your grasp the ability to measure my every thought.

Progress demands it, evolution expects it.

It's okay.

The human brain is the most complex device in the known universe.

Eighty billion neural columns housed within the arc of our skulls.

But here's the thing.

There is no binary computer powerful enough to process all that data.

To truly comprehend that which comprehends, that is the human mind, we need, as they say, a bigger boat.

And so I give you...

En.o.ch.

The first device in the world to operate upon entangled neutrino charms.

Dear lord.

It's quantum. Gabriel: En.O.Ch!

I delight in this acronym.

For it is written that god rewarded an obedient Enoch by removing his mind from his flesh so that he might live infinitely and everywhere.

Appearances aside, I am not god.

But I am looking among you for one group, one individual above all, who is capable of dedicating en.O.Ch to their work alone.

All of you have that potential.

Realize that potential!

Woman: One moment, please!

I have a question.

Feel free.

I do.

So I must ask, who will benefit from the creation of en.O.Ch?

Everyone.

Everyone you deem a genius.

Everyone who shares your ambition.

Since you know your Bible, might I remind you of a basic Christian tenet?

The rich man must share what he has with the poor.

Shouldn't the same apply to the sharing of intellectual wealth?

Whatever new reality en.O.Ch might reveal, it is one in which we all belong.

But I don't think you will allow this.

You will choose. You have chosen.

Your motives are compromised and your intentions egocentric.

And you...

Wake up.


She doesn't fall.

You saved her.

Hey, are you okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, baby girl.

Agnes: Wow...

You promise me you'll cut down, go easy.

I'll cut right down. I'll go real easy.

Pink or blue.

You choose.

Get him out. Yeah.

Not now.

Mr. Freeman!


Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

A summons from the master.

You'll need to change.

Got a phone box?

Uh... nipple rings.

Thorn in your side.

Body art not for you then.

Quite right.

Even I wouldn't Pierce an asshole.

Boy: Nice suit, Jaxon!

Woman: Nice suit, Jaxon!

Evening.

Jaxon: This is fucking crazy!

I don't even know what I'm doing here!

Assessor: Unlicensed animal experimentation.

The rat? You're talking about the fucking rat?

Assessor: You severed its spine.

I had to!

People like you, you'll never understand.

I have the cure for spinal injury.

So, a paralyzed leg still has functioning muscles.

It's only the fibers carrying the nerve signal that are damaged.

So the leg would move again if we could bypass those fibers, create a wireless neural network, which we can.

If we control the process, we could effect a new kind of connectivity.

One mind to another.

One body to another.


Wait!


Holy shit.

Holy shit.

It's superfluid.

A gravitational field.

So it's volatile.

But if it was stable, we...

Deux ex machina.

God from the machine.

I served god once, you know.

When it served my purpose.

Ambition makes whores of us all, don't you find?

And then, this punishment, this cruel vengeance.

It's enough to make you believe that he exists.

I'm sorry, am I boring you?

No.

Oh, good.

God forbid.

Your companions, each one with a particular skill, so willing to share.

And none of them suspecting that the dream they serve is yours alone.

You're wrong.

I'm all kinds of wrong, Mr. Freeman.

Look at me!

Come here.

You know, when I look at you, I see so much of myself.

And that is why I have faith in you, faith in your work.

I believe that you can make these wrongs right.

So, here's the deal.

I get my body restored, and you, you get what you always wanted.

Gabriel: I give you en.O.Ch.


Professor Markus deeks: The mind is the dominion of god.

None but he can lift it from the flesh.

But now, technology is catching up with the prophecy.

If you don't believe in prophecy, that is your right, but might I quote revelation 13:16.

"And the beast shall cause all, both rich and poor, "to bear his Mark

"upon their head.” Now, these biotags.

We see them everywhere, behind every ear, fusing with the skin, leaving a Mark.

How can we pursue the study of cybernetic ethics when that same technology can alter our thinking?

Agnes: All particles in all places at all times.

A single unified field connecting everything.

Every outcome existing.

And I can choose, we can choose, to leave one to enter another.

Voltaire: So, you've got more power?

Jaxon: I've got en.O.Ch.

First I connected aggie, the control rat.

Even-tempered, a calming influence on the pack.

It was unbelievable.

Then, I go for more.

I added maddie.

She's vicious.

And I guess I knew what was gonna happen, but I had to see.

Torn to shreds, neck broken.

And then, as soon as I replaced aggie,

peace returns.

The unity.

And now...

And now, watch this.

Jesus Christ.

What's he done now?

Who are you?

Woman: Hey, Voltaire.

You know her?

No.

You've given them all names.

You wanna give me yours?

Or, maybe what you're doing here?

What are you doing here?

Agnes.

She's finished.


I couldn't get the nails out.

That's her robe.

Is this hers, too?

I'll keep it then.

You never know when I might need to take down Christ.

Da silva: Still raw, no doubt, the hurt.

Deadlines loom, and you must complete.

A team replacement has been found.

She's new to the faculty and quite brilliant.

Too brilliant, some say.

I hope that...

Well, we hope that working in a group will tame her.


No hot liquids in the lab.

Is cold indifference okay?

So, you're what?

A programmer?

A neuroscientist, a nanotech quantum biologist?

Yes.

Well, we'd all like to welcome you to the team.

What did you do?

Maddie: And by his sword, that is the word, he shall bring down the false world.

And by his sword, that is the word, he shall bring down the false world.

Rollo: It was her final proof.

There is no end to existence, merely an infinite shift to another reality.

If you end this outcome, another will be forced into existence.

All things, all places, at all times.

Aggie was smart, calm.

Someone interfered.

What?

In my experiment.

The rat.

You're talking about the fucking rat?

I just...

And by his sword, that is the word...

Rollo: We should have seen the signs!

He shall bring down the false world.

And by his sword, that is the word, he shall bring down the false world.

And by his sword...

Rollo: She's fucking dead!

Everyone grieves in their own way.

Maddie.


Rollo: She's mad to come here.

Girl's dangerous. I like that.

You've had enough to like pol pot.

Hey! Guys.


We have to get her out. Wait.

We can't just stand by.


You bloody well let her go, or you'll get a face-full of fist!

My word.

Rollo: Look, I know that it's theoretically possible.

But Voltaire has zero mobility.

So the amount of processing required to move just, well, his hand, is incomprehensible!

I mean, just look at the neural transmission rate.

The data flow for a human is...

Well, it's incalculable.

Fuck me.

It's a hand job only, mate.

Give it time.

Rollo: But to handle this amount of data...

You'd need access to a very rare quantum computer.

En.o.ch.

But she didn't have the codes.

How did she... how did "we"?

A joint effort.

We all played a part.

Maddie: Including Agnes?

She had an essential role, correct?

I mean, if she hadn't killed herself, you wouldn't be here.

Right?

Dylan: Madds, come on.

Deeks: The mind is

the dominion of god.

The mind is the dominion of god.

And only he shall lift it from the flesh.

This must stop.

Voltaire: Stop? What does she mean, stop?

You're not gonna stop?

Hey!

You're not gonna stop!

She shouldn't be alone.

Come on.

Voltaire: Do you know what this means? I get my body back.

I'd get my life back.

You hearing me?

You want this, Jaxon.

What the fuck?

It's not possible. I don't believe it.

Jaxon!

Double-blind air vaults, these are all my sig moves.

Are you getting this now?

You didn't just connect Voltaire.

You tapped your own tag, too.

The two of you, on the network, both transmitting.

You to him, and him to you.

You stole the codes.

Ambition makes whores of us all.

He summoned you?

Gave you my data, my research?

No! No, no! My work, that you stole!

Because you're you. And Mr. Freeman has to be first!

And I get that.

And I don't care.

We're friends.

We share.

Me first.

You sure, big guy?

How long does it take to...

Holy shit!

It feels...

It feels good.

Take it slow, all right?

I did it.

I fucking did it.

Spark it up.


Voltaire: I feel it.

It feels strong.

Now the left.

Jaxon: I was right.

Next step, he walks.

Rollo: It works.

Moska works.

Dylan: We just ripped the world a new worm hole.

This is just the beginning.

This can't stop. I want more.

Which means more neural pads.

Voltaire: How many do you need? I've got 20 in my crew.

Dylan: That's not enough.

More like 200.

It's the black and white tonight.

My god, he's right! We could do everyone.

Stella: Nol

someone must stay off the system.

We need a control rat.

It's what you want.

It's what you've always wanted.

The moment he gets his body back, and you get proved right.

You always get what you want?

No.

Mosca: Get up!


Maddie?

Deeks: He can lift it from the flesh.

Maddie?

Young minds building his machines.

Madds, come out!

And with every new invention, he increases.

Maddie?

The mind is the dominion of god.

And only he can lift it from the flesh!

His familiars are set forth amongst us. Hidden, as your friends.

You don't know if, but you labor for the devil.

Two hundred years ago, a man named Enoch Taylor built the machines of the industrial revolution.

But when he saw...

Madds!

The misery that they wrought...

You can change this feeling. We can help you.

He turned his furnaces fo a new purpose.

To build hammers for the masses to smash those same machines.

Enoch"s hammer filled with righteous revolt to unmask the devil.

That which Enoch made, Enoch shall destroy.

Destroy.

You shall feel him everywhere.

My beloved daughter.

Deeks: Do your duty.

Jax!

Deeks: You don't know it, but you labor for the devil.

Old buddy.

You're as white as a ghost.

Deeks: You shall see it everywhere.

Man: The time has come to celebrate as we send forth our graduates to the world.

The ball begins, so please, feel free.

No time for fillies. We've got minds to fuck.


Shall we? Absolutely.


Jax! Jax!

Jax! What's wrong?

Are you there?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You have to try this, Jax. It's amazing.

Okay.

First subject.

Roger that.

I, uh, never got your name.

Mini.

Our first mouse.

Come on, give it a whirl.

I can't dance. Not like that.

Just go with it.

Oh, my god.


Give the word.

Dearly beloved!

We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of these men and these women.

I will be the one who will connect you all, right here, right now.

Do not fear it.

Embrace it.

In five,

four, three, two...

Jaxon: Too late to stop now.

One.


Guys?

Talk to me. Are you there?

Scopes are down.

I've lost biometrics, no scans, no comms.


Voltaire?


It's beautiful.


Nol!

Maddie.


I must ask you not to interfere.


You killed them!

Your ambition.

You killed them all!

For this, he made a whore of Mel


I must ask you not to interfere.


It could've...

It could have been so different.

You could have been so different.


Agnes: If we choose lo collapse one reality, to bring it down, the other will be forced into existence.


I'm sorry.


Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.

This force, this darkness...

At first I found it hard to control, but now, an unexpected pleasure.

If memory serves...

Please, feel free.

What is this?

Who are you?


You are en.O.Ch.

Calculating in every reality.

Female voice: Calculating in every reality.

Existing in every outcome.

Must I die?

Nol!


Gabriel: The most complex device in the known universe.

The left side is logic.

It believes itself to be a distinct, individual personality.

It is the ego, the me.

The right side, however, is entirely different.

It has no logic, no memory.

It can only experience the now, this moment.

It has no sense of self.

Instead, it believes itself to be part of everything that it experiences.

My left side was blocked.

Gabriel: Touching her, and yet, not touching.

My logic functions,

my sense of self, leaving me.

I am released.

I am within the unified field.

It exists, it is real, and it is wonderful.

I didn't want to come back.

But, for good or ill, I survived.

"For good or ill."

I ponder that phrase.

One outcome, or another.

The seizure could have caused catastrophic damage to my brain, leaving me physically and spiritually crippled.

But, I was spared.

I walked away unharmed.

And I believe for a reason.

To lead you all to the field.

And when we get there, we should not fear the loss of self.

We should not ask, "what becomes of us?"

Instead, we should wonder,

"what do we become?"

And so, I give you all, en.o.ch.


Stella: This is not the end.

This is how it begins.

How it had to begin.

A first step to the edge of a hew dimension.

And we stand unafraid because we know that when we fall,

We fall forward.