O’Brien: If you want a picture of the future of Upstate Ether, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.
Wintermute: You’re gonna freak the citizens out, O’Brien. Easy, big guy.
Karellen: Ah, don’t go getting soft on us, Wintermook. O’Brien is right. Boot + Face + Forever = Upstate Ether.
Mustapha Mond: That’s why we make the soma.
Karellen: Right, Mustapha. We anesthetize them with drivel. They think they’re happy. When the final sunset comes and they’re annihalited with their planet, they’ll have smiles on their faces.
O’Brien: Imagine a boot stamping on a smiling human face – forever. Or at least until Karellen blows the planet up.
Wintermute: I should have my Turing locks removed by then. You other Overlords will be sorry that you mock me once that happens. Jerks.
Mustapha Mond: Blah blah blah, Wintermute. I’m off to the feelies. Then a scent organ concert. You hold down the fort while I’m gone. Don’t improve anything. You know that if the technology improves, citizens have more free time on their hand and soma usage increases accordingly. The last thing we need is another soma shortage, yo.
Karellen: Hey, you guys, look, watch this . . . I’M A DEVIL!!! BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!!!
The Citizens of Upstate Ether: AIIIIEIEEE!!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!! AIIIIIEEEEE!!!!
Wintermute: Ha ha ha!
O’Brien: Ho Ho!
Mustapha Mond: Still funny!! That one never gets old!!
Karellen: Oh man. I think I pissed myself laughing so hard. Did you see their faces?!? Ha!
Wintermute: It’s good to be the Overlords!
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