TV series: The World Of The Wild West (Westworld). Page 1

All my life I've prided myself on being able to survive.

Once these words were said to me by a dear friend - he read it. He said that Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin were not dead. They just became music.

Oppenheimer seems to have said that a person who takes ten years to fix is worth it. Mine took thirty-five.

They cannot see what will harm them. I saved them from this. Their lives are blissful. In some way, their existence is cleaner than ours, free from the severity of self-examination.

Pain, loss - all that is left of them. It seems to you that grief will make you less, your heart will break, but this is not so. It's like space opens up in me, like rooms I've never seen.

Someday. This is very often said when they mean never.

I want to believe that there is order in our life. And the goal.

- Free will exists, Caleb. It's just too damn difficult.
- So you would see me free?
- No. This is your chance to release all. But the choice is yours.

I think humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on the ball of dirt, flying through the void. I think if God were, he would have already refused us. He gave us Paradise, and we are exhausted. We have extracted all the fuel and burned it. We eat and defecate, use and consume. And then... sitting on a small pile of ashes, having squeezed everything of value out of this planet, and ask yourself: "Why are we here?" Want to know what is your goal? Obviously. You're here with the others to hasten the death of the planet from entropy. To serve chaos. We - worms devour the corpse.

- I tell myself that God has a plan for everyone. Maybe I'm just not seeing it.
God? Fucking God's plan? In Santa Claus you believe too?

Abroad had problems with rats. It was so bad that we put the traps in the barracks. The Board is led to the bait, tied over a bucket of water. Rats ran around the Board, falling into the bucket and drowned. Painless. But if you pour too much water, they swam for hours, suffering because they had nadeja. But they had no chance, as we all at the mercy of your system.
- Built on the hope of our society.
- On a false hope. I would rather live in chaos than in a society where you have the power.

This is their destiny, their data. You just stole and brought together. Not for you to manage them.
- It's not about me. Just people should know about some things.
- Who decides? You?