Lily: Cayman-Global hunters have probably clocked Lower Bay. We'll go through the DownZone and make our way back to the Manhattan Complex.
They won't come in here after us. Dammit! There!
Woman: This area is powered down. Access to the EuroCorp grid has been locked off since the 2052 food riots.
Lily: That door won't open without power. Over here. Looks like a way inside. Help me reach that ladder. It's the only way inside. Help me up.
We'll have to meet further up. I'll open the door to the outside.
Okay. You find another way inside. I'll meet up with you.
Woman: Lily Drawl's chip signal... Lost. Might be subverters jamming the frequency. Proceed with caution.
Man 1: I miss those EuroCorp guys. I mean they were assholes, but they kept the streets clean.
Man 2: You're an asshole. They never did shit for us down here. Oh, and these toy revolutionaries do?
Man 2: When's the last time any of that TWB crew dropped you any favors?
Man 1: It's coming, man. Coming with the revolution. Towers will burn. When that day comes, we're all going to live in Uptown.
Man 2: Says who? You sound like one of those dickheads from the Church of the New Hiccup.
Man 1: Epoch, man. Epoch. I keep telling you that. Church of the New Epoch.
Man 3: Everybody... Everybody... Everybody loves Jakey, Jakey, Jakey with the jabs. That's right, everybody... Jakey with the jabs... everybody... everybody... everybody loves Jakey... Jakey with the jabs... That's right...
Man 4: They call it creative destruction, but have you noticed, brothers and sisters, who it destroys every goddamn time?
Have you noticed who it is that pays the price for every fresh consumer advance and new market opened?
Have you ever noticed how the promise of those advances and markets gets siphoned off, how when it comes time for the benefits to be shared out?
Woman: Soft asset Lily Drawl chip signal regained.
Man 5: That Church of the New Epoch, man, it's cool.
Man 4: Who threw away the structures that sustained us? We did! Who cut loose the moorings of this nation, and watched it drift out on the rising neoliberal tide?
A war refugee sought the Master. He said, "You are wise and serene. Teach me to escape the horrors of this world." And the Master blinded him with fire irons. We cry out, we are weak, we cry to the Master for help.
But the master gives us more. What looks like pain is not pain. What looks like trouble is not trouble. What looks like punishment is not punishment.
Woman: We are subverted territory.