Andy and Kate froze, but Frank didn’t. On the contrary; he ran and he and Dr. L hugged warmly, the way brothers hug. They seemed emotional even.
KATE: OK, I hate being that person – but what the hell is this?
Andy had already pulled his gun.
FRANK: Put your gun down dude. Just put it down.
ANDY: I’m not taking orders from you Frank. Start talking, and quickly cause my fingers feel itchy and this trigger is really soft.
Dr.L: hasn’t changed, has he?
FRANK: Not one bit.
PRESIDENT: [voice] So happy to see you all here, all together, finally!
KATE: OK, seriously, am I tripping? Frank, what the fuck bro?
FRANK: Alright, alright. I suppose there’s some explaining in order.
ANDY: Lots of it!
FRANK: Have a sit.
KATE: Are you kidding me? Are you guys for real? I’m leaving.
FRANK: Katie – sit the fuck down!
Once more, the huge wall screen lit up. Another representation of the world, another speaker in a white coat.
Dr. L: This is a representation of the world, as of this moment. Brown is land, blue is water, red is magma, yellow is sulfuric deserts, and gray is uncertain – places we haven’t reached by land or water, and that we cannot investigate via satellites because of the sulfur-coal cloud covering them. You can easily tell there’s not much viable land left.
KATE: Hold on, hold on! Are you aware that your father was killed in a bar? And you Sir, are you aware that a man supposedly your double, was also killed? Are you guys aware of the letter declaring War? Am I high? What the fuck is going on?
Dr.L: Can you contain this animal please?
FRANK: Watch it little sis. She doesn’t know who you are yet. She might kill you.
KATE: Damn right.
Kate pulled out her gun and shot towards Dr. L, who lifted her hand calmly and grabbed the plastic bullet.
Dr. L: Plastic Frank? Really?
FRANK: They had to think it was real. Go on – they’re listening.
And they sure were.
Dr.L: The Beasts are your friends – is this simple enough? They are not degenerates, they are nothing we ever thought of them. They had lost the ability to speak, because they needn’t speak – their genes mutated far beyond our expectations or predictions. I am well aware, like you said my little sister, that our father, our adopted father, is dead. But let’s be realistic – none of us in this room has a father. We are all genetic experiments; good news is, our experiment succeeded. So, let me clear the air for all of you. Beasts, and carriers of the New Hope gene, meaning, us five in this room, are nothing but necessary friends. Why? Because it’s either this – or the end of civilization. Yes, that declaration of War you read is real, probably. There is a branch of Beasts who are not our friends at all. And I don’t blame them for hating anyone or anything that even remotely reminds of us. Here we call them by no name. We know who they are. But other than them, the Beasts are our best ally in this war that is about to start. Questions?
ANDY: We are all brothers?
FRANK: All five of us share significant parts of identical DNA. The President here was the platform upon which we were created. We all carry the New Hope gene – the President took it in, and passed it on. No worries – we have no mothers. We are all the product of entirely artificial conception.
PRESIDENT: We went through this once. It is really simple – I am the closest thing you have to a father, and a bucket of water is the closest thing you have to a mother. Beasts split almost in half, with some hating your guts, and some, thankfully because of the magnificent intervention of Dr. L here, being on our side. The others will soon unleash their wrath on us. Why? Because we plan to move into their lands. They hold the last resort, the very last area where humans will be able to live.
KATE: But why? What’s wrong with where we live now?
PRESIDENT: Everything you know will be underwater within two months.