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"Okay, now explain this 'Tomorrow People' thing to me again."
"Well, Mr. Tarantino, Sir, the Tomorrow People are the next stage in
human evolution. And they have these special powers."
"Kewl. What kind of powers? Can they make things implode. Oh, oh!
Better yet, can they make people implode, and vampires and things?"
"Uh, well, they can teleport from one place to another, and they can
communicate telepathically, with each other, you understand."
"Uh huh. I see. So, can they invade peoples' minds and sort of
melt them?"
"Not really, Mr. Tarantino. They do 'mind-merge', though! And there
are only a few of them in the world. Occasionally, a new one will
break out, and ---"
"Break out? What is this, teen angst stuff?"
"No, Sir. They break out to become a full-fledged Tomorrow Person.
Then, they teleport to an island and go into this talking spaceship."
"What the hell? What, are you jerking me around? What's so special
about them? Just the talking ship in the ocean?"
"They are the next stage in human evolution, Mr. Tarantino. We're
thinking Brad Pitt in the lead as 'Adam Newman.' Also, Keanu Reeves,
Juliette Lewis. And, of course, Harvey Keitel as General Damon, who
assists them in saving the world. We'd like to find a heroic,
action-packed spot for Bruce Willis. They all help to save the world,
from the bad guys and stuff."
"Bad guys, okay, I follow. I can dig that. Go on."
"But, the limitation of their powers is that they aren't capable of
killing. See? Because, mankind will develop the capacity to use a
greater extent of the brain's potential, and the drive to kill will be
eliminated and replaced with more peaceful solutions to the world's
problems."
"Fuck me. Next stage in human evolution, my ass. Next fucking stage
of evolution and they can't even blow people's heads off or pack
pistols or patrol the streets with sawed off shot-guns. What the hell
are they good for? So what if they can hold a conversation while they
chow down. Give 'em Uzi's and we'll talk."
"You're the boss, Mr. Tarantino. You're the box office magician. If
you want the Tomorrow People armed, you've got it. I'll speak to
Nickelodeon and make the purchasing arrangements."
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