This is the Zeitgeist 1
Adventure Time with Finn and Jake – S06E10 ‘Something Big’
Keepers of the clock, masters of dimension, bear witness! By my power, I compel you to converge! Past and present, be one! Awaken the terror of a forgotten age in this moment that is all moments in the blink of an eye.
Darren, the ancient sleeper, arise! I had a dream I was fighting an army that could birth new soldiers from their own blood.
I was endless.
Does that make sense? Yes.
– This kingdom of candy – Yes? – I will lay it to waste, turn their people to salt.
– Yeah – And garnish a million meals with the salt, – which we will eat for eternity.
– That’s not my plan exactly, but you’ll be fine.
I promise, as well, to deliver destruction so thorough – that all realities are affected.
We’ll talk about that.
– All realities.
– Hey! We’ll talk about it! Break this witch out, Darren.
(grunts) How long will your force field hold, Gridface Princess? The sleeper’s magic is older then legend.Prepare to be annihilated across all dimensions.
– Princess! No! – Wait, Darren! Dial it back.
I need her residual feelings.
What the flip is feelings? Darren only understands life and death!
– The Ancient Psychic Tandem War Elephant?! – Eli, were you asleep forever, too? All this stuff is different now.
What are we even doing here? Yes, it’s been a difficult adjustment.
– Blaze his face, Eli! – Yes, master.
(trumpets) Yo! Leave me out of it! No! (grunting) Yeah, right.
(trumpets) (laughing) – Finn, his weakness is his brain-seed.
You should be free, boy.
Free to do what? I need psychic commands.
– You see, man, I feel weird giving you orders.
You should just do your own thing.
Realize your potential.
But this is what I am A war machine who serves its master.
You’re more than that.
Whoops! I see into your brain, remember? You’ll do great.
Just go for it.
I’m more ancient than you.
Someday, I will engulf the solar system.
What was and what will be is meaningless.
Meanwhile, you should wonder Are you just a two-headed pile of meat on a crash course with the cosmic dump? Or do you contain the soul memory of a million dead stars? How do you light a candle without a match? – Hello? Who’s that? Why can’t I see jack? – You bonked your head.
You’re in a coma.
– But I can help.
– Um, all right.
Are you, like, powerful? Yes.
I can fly and do lasers from my nose.
I can run with this.
Take me to the Candy Kingdom – and shoot your laser nose at it.
I must decide, in this moment, what is best.
For now, I am the match and the candle.
– See through my eyes, Maja.
– Ah! It’s bright! Wait! You’re the flippin’ elephant! You laser-nosed me! Somebody help! – Oh, my glob! Somebody! (crashing) – Well, this wasn’t part of my plan.
I’m gonna eat you.
Game of Thrones – s04e09 ‘The Watchers on the Walls’
The longer we wait, the more arrows I’ll have.
They came up here to our land and put up a big wall and said it was theirs.
Then they started hunting us down.
This time, we’re the ones doing the hunting.
I know my way around this library better than any other place in Castle Black.
Thousands of books and no eyes to read them.
Old age is a wonderful source of ironies if nothing else.
But you didn’t answer my question.
What are you reading?
Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second-guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth.
But if he starts second-guessing himself, that’s the end– for him, for the clever little twats, for everyone.
This is not the end.
Not for us.
We’ve got loads of weapons and things.
It’s the perfect place for us to be.
I’ve never thrown a spear before.
I’ve never held a sword with a proper edge.
This is no place for me to be.
You’re not afraid? Of course I’m afraid.
If someone had asked me my name right then, I wouldn’t have known.
I wasn’t Samwell Tarly anymore.
I wasn’t a steward in the Night’s Watch or son of Randyll Tarly or any of that.
I was nothing at all.
And when you’re nothing at all, there’s no more reason to be afraid.
But you’re afraid now? Yes, well I’m not nothing anymore.
The gods aren’t down here.
It’s the six of us.
You hear me? Night gathers and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crown and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
All: I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the shield that guards the realms of men.
What’s your plan? They held the gate.
Get some brothers down here to help you.
We need to burn the bodies.
Raise the outer gate.
Then lower it again as soon as I’m out.
What are you doing? I promised Mormont I’d never lose it again.
In case I don’t come back.
Person of Interest – s04e05 “Prophets”
(Finch) We are being watched.
The government has a secret system– a machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
The government considers these people irrelevant.
Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
You will never find us.
Given that we’re tied to these very specific personas, your identity seems remarkably fluid.
My mission is complex.
When we compromised Samaritan, the machine built in an exception for me.
Every couple of days, I have to shed my skin, become someone new.
She also has a message for you.
Sometimes, it’s better not to know.
Hit an invisible wall.
This is why she wanted me here.
It’s all connected.
But you taught it to be friendly.
Friendliness is something that human beings are born with.
AI are only born with objectives.
I need to constrain it, control it or one day, it will control us.
(Finch) Samaritan has begun to intervene invisibly in human affairs.
If she talks, Samaritan would see.
I get whispers.
New cover identities hidden in the static of a phone, a map and a message encrypted in an infomercial.
She was supposed to remake the world.
Now, God’s on the run.
I have to keep going.
I’m so sorry.
The world must seem very dark to you.
Even without her, I can still see the edges of the tapestry.
The world is dark for everyone, but, Harold, things are gonna get much darker.
She’s getting instructions in her earpiece.
She’s in God Mode.
So Samaritan wanted him running the state all along.
We need to figure out its end game.
How? It’s playing 20 moves ahead.
It operates based on rules.
Rules that we can’t even grasp.
I put the machine in chains, bereft of voice or memory.
Now it has both, and it terrifies me.
You don’t trust the god you made? It’s not a divinity.
I programmed it to pursue objectives within a certain parameter, but it’s grown out of my control.
One day, to suit its own goals, it’s possible that the machine will try to kill us.
We are only numbers to it, code.
No, the machine cares about us.
If it fools you into thinking that you’re special, that assumption may doom you.
She chose me.
I will protect her, and you.
(Finch) I’ve lobotomized him.
He saw the truth, and I took that away, took his gift.
He’ll never be the same.
The alternative was to let him die.
Sometimes, it’s better not to know.
But not always.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D – s02e07 “The Writing on the Wall”
Do I look like I’ve been sleeping? [knife clicks] – What’s keeping you up? – It’s all connected everything.
Ward has information about my father, who just happens to have the alien buzzkill device, which is somehow connected to the writing, that is related to the G.
serum that is in our blood like we’re pieces to a puzzle.
Except we don’t know what the puzzle is or how the pieces even fit.
[sighs] It’s a hacker’s worst nightmare, everlasting gobstopper of firewalls.
It wants us to know.
I can feel it.
Then it should tell us, because I have been trying to match the writing to constellation maps, navigational charts, genome diagrams.
And if it’s a map, it’s a map to nowhere.
I need you to stick with it.
The writing’s coming more and more frequently.
Used to be two, three times a month.
Then once a week.
Now it’s every day, every night.
[breathing heavily] I can’t turn it off.
How do you function? When do you sleep? That’s why we need answers.
– You here by choice? – Oh, I like the scenery.
Can’t see the world with your head in the clouds.
Can’t see it with your face in a book, either.
It’s a long trip.
There’s plenty of time for everything.
Well, you could just skip to the end.
– And miss all the good parts in between? – Can’t be that interesting.
Why do you say that? Because you were on page 117 when you were waiting outside.
And you’re still on page 117.
[normal voice] Looks like the big, bad wolf is stopping for a pint.
[mid-tempo music playing] I’ll give you a choice.
Colombian necktie or bullet in the head.
[chuckles softly] Bullet in the head on the rocks.
[bottle thuds] On the house.
[car doors close] Hello.
May, we have a problem.
[door closes] In from the cold at last.
Do you remember anything, a-any clues? [groans] Carver: Stay out of my head, Coulson.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
– Roll up your sleeves.
– You don’t need to erase me.
[grunting] There’s nothing wrong with me.
You’re not okay, and it’s only gonna get worse.
– But I can help you.
– No! It’s the only way to know! You you can’t erase me, Coulson! Don’t do this to me, Coulson! I need to know! I need to know! No! You can’t erase me! I need to know what it means! It wants me to know! I need to know! It wants me to know! I need to know! I need to know! I need to know! No! No! – I need to know! I need to know! – Get him the hell out of there! – Shut it down! Shut it down! – I need to know! – Sedate him!
– Do you recognize these symbols? – No, no, I don’t.
– Look, is that all you need? – Think.
Have you been drawing, carving, painting, anything that reminds you of these? I have never seen them in my life.
Look at them! Try to remember.
I need to know what this means.
You have pieces that I need! I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t care.
Do you remember me, Coulson? – Do you remember what you did to me? – I tried to help you.
What, by erasing my memories, trying to change who I was? It was the only way to save you.
It didn’t work.
You want to know why? Because I discovered a little secret.
Pain made me remember.
[groans] I found out after I started cutting myself.
The more pain, the more I remembered.
That’s how I found the others you erased.
I remembered who they were and who they became.
It has to be deep.
– It’s not two-dimensional.
The answer isn’t on the surface.
It’s what lies beneath.
– We can find it together.
– That’s the idea.
– Open your eyes, Derik.
– Two! It’s just below the surface, like you said.
– All you have to do is look.
– Three! You can put the guns away.
He won’t hurt anyone now.
How do you know that? He found what he’s been looking for what we’ve all been looking for.
– The final piece.
– I don’t believe it.
It’s not so much a map as a blueprint.
It’s a city.
Whatever’s in our blood, it was driving us to go to that city, like homing pigeons, only we couldn’t figure out what home was, so it was just driving us mad.
Once I had all the pieces now we just need to figure out why this alien was so hell-bent on getting there.
Let’s get this over with.
To answer the question on everyone’s mind, no, I’m not crazy.
I know in the past few months, it may have seemed like I was leading you on some fool’s errand, chasing after strange carvings and artifacts.
At times, I questioned it myself wondering if I was chasing windmills, trying to solve some unsolvable puzzle.
But the pieces are coming together.
The puzzle’s taking shape.
The bad news HYDRA’s trying to solve the same puzzle, and they have more resources.
The good news we now have a piece they don’t have.
You’re learning its language.
You’re letting a video game play you.
What are you doing? Registering for MeowMeowBeenz.
I’m gonna become a Five and expose this thing for the sham it is.
Oh, now you’re speaking my language.
That’s unintentional, trust me.
Just make sure you know the real reason you’re doing something, or you’ll fail before you start.
Those are other Threes.
We talk about how we’re glad we’re not Twos.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Fours and above only.
These are snacks for the Fives.
Yeah? You’re a two.
Leonard, would you rather a Three serve the Fives food? No.
It is no secret that the Threes and Twos are growing suspicious of the Fours and Fives.
But I’m a Five because I know what the Twos and the Threes need.
What do we all need? Entertainment.
A talent show.
An event where Threes and Twos can rise and fall.
It helps people believe in the system.
Give my spot to someone else.
I don’t want to be a Five.
I was happy as a Three.
Oh, dear Abed.
You people are monsters.
Well, if there’s nothing else, then Speak.
– What about everyone else? – Look around you, Britta.
Everyone wanted this.
Fives only, ma’am.
You you think this system’s gonna last forever? I’m gonna free people’s minds.
I’m a Psych major.
Words are my weapons.
I’m a security guard.
Weapons are my weapons.
You don’t believe the rumors, do you, Koogler, that Jeff manipulated his way to the top? Shirley, I can hear what you’re saying.
You’re trying to manipulate someone into thinking I’m manipulative.
I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.
No one ever knows what you’re talking about because you never say what you mean.
Do you want to have this conversation, or do you want to just keep flexing your veiny arms and throwing out apples? Tranquility is advancement.
A happy Three is a future Four.
Twos and Threes, you’re accepting a life you don’t have to live! Stand up for yourselves! Really? Ugh, fine.
– Give me that.
– Hey! You’re all alive! You are all alive! Look at the mustard on my face, but listen to my words
All Fives must be cleansed of their Five filth and reduced to oneness.
I’m not a Five anymore.
I’m a one like everyone else.
I’m like everyone else.
Who’s next? All right, time to pull the plug.
Oh, great mother of Ones, mustard-faced savior, there is still a Five hiding among us that has not been cleansed.
All Fives were reduced to oneness in the great purge of about two minutes ago.
This Five cheats.
It never registered, yet was given a five from outside the system.
Behold The MeowMeowBeenz app.
Its beta test ended days ago.
It’s now available in the app store 99 cents.
This five lied to us, used us, judged us, yet exempts itself from judgment.
So how do you cleanse a Five that’s unregistered? Delete it.
By the way, guys, it’s a Saturday.
Um, you’re all in school for nothing.
Go home and get some sleep.