T: Ghosts in the Machine

G:
Who needs to be guided by you people? They say there are six people ruling the world and you're doing their dirty work for them.

DOC:
There are more than six groups of people ruling the world and "we" are merely the in-between filter.

G:
I can't ignore people, I hate them.

ROOSEVELT:
Don't hate anyone!

G:
I do hate everyone.

ROOSEVELT:
You're not that f***ed up

G:
I'm completely f***ed up, man!

DOC:
How was it when you have been sleeping rough in the streets?

G:
Rough!

DOC:
Bearable?

G:
When it wasn't freezing, when people like you didn't come around kicking us in the middle of the night with their feet or beating the hell out of us with baseball bats.

DOC:
Drunk people?

G:
Drunk or not, it's just something that they do for fun or because we exist: they fear a hobo. Tramp to you DOC!

DOC:
Fear?

G:
Fear that they might become like us. Kicking is bearable. A hard beating is felt months afterwards but it's still better than fire.

DOC:
Fire?

G:
They set fire on people sleeping on the streets. You didn't know that DOC?

DOC:
They set people on fire?

G:
Yes, DOC! All the time!

DOC:
Do they survive?

G:
Never! They burn to death. Yes, DOC! To death! Who's gonna call the fire brigade in the middle of the night? A passer-by who had already run away scared to death or another hobo skulking petrified in a corner somewhere with his imaginary iPhone?

DOC:
...

G:
Learn to work? I know how to work, man! I can't work with T in my brain f***ing me up all the time.

G:
I just wish people would leave me alone. Just wish T would finally leave me alone instead of conducting some f***ing orchestra or was it just an extraterrestrial conference on the best way to f*** someone up from within the brain.

G:
I will f***ing break every f***ing bone in your body leaving you crawling on the streets for the rest of your f***ing brain dead life.

DOC:
You said once that you remembered the taste of things?

G:
Yeah?

DOC:
What else do you remember?

G:
I remember everything, everything since I was born

DOC:
Such as?

G:
Everything. I can't tell you. I'll lose my memory if I did.

DOC:
Lose it?

G:
Completely!

DOC:
Completely?

G:
Remembering is how I got through life. Trying to remember if things were better before. I'm already f***ed up enough without losing my memory.

DOC:
How do you remember?

ROOSEVELT:
I only remember because I have to.

DOC:
You have to?

ROOSEVELT:
I have to in order to get through the day.

DOC:
What happens if you couldn't remember?

ROOSEVELT:
Everything would end, I guess. I have to remember each end of each day; I have to remember what exactly I did during the day then I remember the day before then the week before, the month before, the year before until I was born.

DOC:
Is there any special thought process?

ROOSEVELT:
Not exactly

DOC:
It's not random, is it?

ROOSEVELT:
No. Just an endless list, all listed in reversed order.