Neptune Frost (2021) Movie Script
1
(light musical jingle)
(beeping,
eerie electronic music)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping and flying away)
(grim orchestral music)
I was born in my 23rd year.
My first breath,
just before the war,
led to 22 years of what my Aunt
called our "afterlife"
and she thanked God
for every single day.
And me...
...I was a good boy.
(gentle chanting)
(fly buzzing)
You came from dust.
You will return to dust.
Let us be righteous to God.
Blessed be Him!
Say Amen.
Our Auntie was a human being.
After this life,
there is another life.
And hope. Amen!
(sand sprinkling)
(digging)
But my life
was never quite mine.
(shovel scraping)
(digging, clacking)
What is mine?
Will I recognize it
when I feel it?
Will it claim my life
or set it free?
(digging)
(eerie music)
(static)
Back to work, dreamer!
(shouting)
(grunting)
(intense drum music)
Tekno!
Back to work!
Now!
(singing)
Death surrounds us.
The worker pays the price,
it seems.
Metal precious currency.
Third and First world currency.
Black Market currency.
Drum beat, heart beat currency.
That old Black-bodied currency.
Every martyr -
currency.
All that you pay not to see.
My brother was kind!
Tekno!
Tekno!
(shouting name)
(shouting continues)
(shovels clacking)
(digging)
(eerie electronic music)
(drumming and singing continues)
(music stops)
(knocking)
(door creaking open)
He will wipe every tear
from their eyes.
There will be no more death
or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things
has passed away.
Thank you, Pastor.
Yes, boy.
The Lord may force us on our way
before we feel we're ready.
Yes, Pastor.
Do not fear for I am with you.
Be not dismayed
for I am thy God.
I will strengthen you
and help you.
I will uphold you
with my righteous hand.
(smacking, glass shattering)
(insects chirping)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(digging, singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(birds chirping)
(singing fades)
(water dripping)
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(goat bleating)
(playful shouting)
(distant singing)
(bird calling)
(intense music)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(goat bleating)
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(distant singing and drumming)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(singing)
(bird calling)
(insects chirping)
(whispers echoing)
(mellow music)
Hack...
Hack... into land
rights and ownership.
Hack... into business law,
proprietorship.
Hack...
Hack...
...into the history of the bank.
Hack... and question
the business of slavery,
of free labor, its relation
to today's world.
Hack...
...into ambition, into greed.
Into suffering and sufferance.
The treatment of one faith
towards another.
(fluttering sounds)
Hack.
There's energy in pairing.
Once upon a time.
Very long ago.
We lived on a mountaintop.
My mother and father were...
binary stars.
On the mountaintop was where
we discovered ourselves.
Our nature.
Our density.
The visible and the invisible.
An awareness indivisible
by doubt.
Binary crime theory.
The give and the take.
The heart you must break,
in order to open.
Eclipse of the senses...
The ceremony of smoking.
And then there was fire.
Fire in the sky.
There was day.
And then there was light.
Fire in the sky.
Binary crime theory.
The give and the take.
Blind fury, contrary.
The heart you must break...
...in order to open.
There is a way
of breaking a heart!
So that the blood spills evenly
onto the page.
A book to be opened.
Fire in the sky,
fire in the sky...
Fire in the sky,
fire in the sky...
There was day.
A story always has a beginning,
just as each has
many interpretations
...like dreams.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
On a distant planet
where the reason landed
and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back...
(singing)
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
...and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back...
(birds chirping)
(solemn music)
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
(water lapping)
(engine humming)
(water splashing)
(baby cooing)
(baby cooing)
(solemn music)
(sniffing)
(insects chirping)
(playful shouting)
(chanting)
(motorcycle approaching)
(high-pitched ringing)
(smack)
(garbled noise)
(gentle, eerie music)
(static)
The Motherboard is bleeding.
The Motherboard?
Deo!
This is the moment.
Unanimous Goldmine.
The power of the subconscious
is honed through guidance.
Sense the connection.
What birth has severed,
love will reconnect.
Oh, Motherboard.
Light years.
Eight planets out.
Light years.
The hopeless desperation
that I felt.
(bird cooing)
Picture a dream
and dare to live it.
Open your soul
and dare to give it.
Consumed by woes
and daily fears.
Rebels are posing,
no one dares...
...to crush the desperation
that is felt...
...when you live in doubt.
(cooing)
The Motherboard?!
Picture a dream
and dare to live it.
Open your soul
and dare to give it.
Consumed by woes
and daily fears.
Rebels are posing,
no one dares...
...to crush the desperation
that is felt...
...when you live in doubt.
People above the moon.
(cooing)
(wings flapping)
(singing continues)
(cooing)
Here's what happens next:
breath.
(wind howling)
Maybe you're asking yourself
WTF is this?
Is it a poet's idea of a dream?
The web of awareness
bore down through me.
What blossomed
as understanding
had been planted
in years of confusion.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
No turning back.
(mellow music)
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
No turning back.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
On a distant planet...
...where the reason landed...
and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back.
(cooing)
(wings flapping)
Yeah, I'm a sound man.
I build systems of sound.
I've always felt and built
from memory.
I dreamt and saw a wheel
like Ezekiel.
He said, "Sound holds memory."
I walked here.
Then you arrived...
...and you said
your name is Memory.
The war forced us
into other dimensions...
...where the worst
had already happened.
A new idea blossomed...
...with greater awareness.
Elohel, birds are
living witness.
They fly through portals
where pain is the only passport.
(bird calling)
(clicking tongue)
(wings flapping)
(insects chirping)
Matalusa!
Unanimous Goldmine.
You slept all day.
The journey was long.
So you slept well.
Dreams, man.
It's all we talk about
these days.
- You want a beer?
- Is it warm?
Yeah, I haven't figured
how to get power yet.
It was like this
when I found it.
Then Memory got here
and now you...
What is this place?
It's like another dimension.
We choose dimensions
like cities to live in.
Man don't choose.
Woman choose.
So, what did the Wheel-Man say
to you?
"HACK."
And after that dream,
you walked here?
I just kept walking.
Tekno... his heart was
in the stone, coltan...
...the power in the Earth.
He walked and dreamt
with that power.
I walk to understand.
(insects chirping)
(water splashing)
(noise from television)
(static)
(electronic music)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
Zingaro and beer.
Hot or cold?
Cold.
(static)
(glasses clinking)
(bottle opens)
(pouring)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
The mountains have not awakened.
Their fire is our breath.
The sunlight
does not burn the ground.
It nurtures every step.
May I?
My name is Innocent.
I'm just passing through.
From where are you traveling?
I am traveling from death
to other passageways.
Ah.
You came from the capitol?
The university?
The Authority's henchmen
are everywhere.
Why do you think it's so?
It can't just be the election
when we already know
who will win.
And what the police did
at the university.
Is that any way to treat
the future leaders of a nation?
Bon appetit.
(crunching)
Breaking your fast?
(pouring)
Forgive me.
The journey has been long.
One who swallows
a whole coconut trusts his anus.
(laughing)
(stool sliding)
(static)
What's wrong
with the television?
Oh sorry.
I'll check the satellite.
Why don't you let me pay?
We walk out together and you can
pay me back outside if you wish.
Okay?
(insects chirping)
(static)
(paper rustling)
If I am just born
once in a lifetime,
who am I to make things up?
I count the stars
but will they count me?
Who am I to lift them up?
"Who am I?"
the soldiers ask me.
"Who am I?" ask the police.
Who am I but a reflection...
...of that uniform beneath?
I was born on a forgotten day!
But I own the night!
(singing)
(mellow music)
(noise from television)
(singing)
Are you running from something?
Not exactly,
yet I can assure you...
...whatever we are running from
is running to us all.
(eerie, grating music)
(electronic beeping)
(stool sliding)
(stumbling footsteps)
(match flicking)
(intense music)
If I am just born
once in a lifetime,
who am I to make things up?
I count the stars
but will they count me?
Who am I to lift them up?
"Who am I?"
the soldiers ask me.
"Who am I?" ask the police.
Who am I but a reflection...
...of that uniform beneath?
I was born on a forgotten day!
I was born on a forgotten day!
But I own the night!
I own the night!
(thumps)
(dark, eerie music)
(bird chirping)
(eerie electronic music)
(insects chirping)
(flapping)
Unanimous Goldmine.
I'm sorry to frighten you.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Ca va?
Are you okay?
I'm sorry. I thought
I was being followed.
Your baby!
(electronic beeping)
(fire crackling)
(clicking)
Rastafari.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Is it safe here?
Not safe enough
to find your mind games funny.
Sister, I apologize.
I ran from the capitol,
the university.
This mind game
has saved my life.
I will keep going if it makes
you more comfortable.
No. You are safe here.
What's your name?
My name is Psychology.
(mellow electronic music)
When I left the capitol,
you could already feel it.
The tension.
It's more than tension now.
Violent rhetoric from The
Authority had to lead somewhere.
First they cut the radio.
(shouting)
Then they cut the television.
They locked down internet.
Then locked up the opposition.
Underwhelmed by the attempt.
Overall what else is left?
Underscore the over-paid,
whose bed is already made.
And I'm underground.
(singing)
(shouting)
We hid in the library...
(lively electronic music)
...of the university.
Under "O" for oligarch.
Under "P" for patriarch.
Undermine the underground.
Under siege, complete surround.
(vocalizing)
(birds chirping)
(music fading, birds chirping)
(door creaking open)
(goat bleating)
(moans)
Chana...
Chana, is that you?
No, Sister.
Chana was my mother's name.
(goat bleats)
My child,
where did you come from?
I had a friend named Chana.
She was very close to me.
She had a baby
just before the war.
A little boy.
But we were separated before
I had the chance to meet him.
Your mother the same way,
before the war.
She stayed inside some days,
before the war.
Remember when she froze
before the door...
...just like you froze
out in the garden.
And she was my best friend,
before the war.
She always knew what
we were destined for.
She always questioned...
...what made hearts harden.
Something invisible,
hardly predictable.
Yearning to be my pleasure,
your pleasure!
And if there's an ounce
of forgiveness in me,
I'll make it rain songs
that their children will sing.
All that I know is real.
In the end, I will heal from
what happened before the war.
(mellow music)
(wind blowing, leaves rustling)
How's it?
- Shining.
- Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine. Look
at my phone, is it charging?
No.
There's no power.
But all these things
seem to connect to something.
Who built this place?
It was empty like this
when I arrived.
It's a strange feeling,
like being cut-off
from the world...
Which world?
(birds chirping)
Mata!
(gentle music)
Mata!
Look!
Mata! Mata!
Look!
(insects chirping)
Tekno?
You see!
We power the system.
(electronic beeping)
It is the same energy
that flows through us.
Tekno!
(voice echoing)
(mellow music)
(wings flapping)
Time held a mirror
and reflected a world
of parallels...
...of fear and longing,
with no sense of belonging.
But that dissonance
became a song in me.
What should have
destroyed me...
...what attempted
to gender or "boy" me,
...set me free.
Hurry up and away!
They'll tell your story
how they want to tell it.
The algorithm
of the sun and moon,
where the planets were
when I first saw you.
I knew invisible
was visible now!
And then you told me...
the words were spinning
'round like yellow leaves.
I saw divisions of labor...
the cultures...
Beware!
Your kind's not welcome here.
(dramatic music)
(chatter)
(birds chirping)
(dark music)
Mata!
(cheering)
Did you think
we wouldn't follow?
Tekno was
our little brother too.
But how did you know?
The dreams we began having
after you left.
Tekno's dream.
Tekno-color.
Tekno vision.
(laughing)
Mata!
Tekno always shared
his understanding of the rock.
Unanimous Goldmine!
Tekno taught us
what we were mining.
These are my friends.
These are my brothers.
Unanimous Goldmine.
From the mine?
Yes, we worked
with Matalusa and Tekno.
I don't miss the mine...
...but the music!
(laughing)
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
Alone but not alone.
Alone but not alone.
Alone but not alone.
(insects chirping)
(distant singing)
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
(singing continues)
Mining is music.
(rhythmic shoveling sounds)
(grim music)
(electricity zapping)
(chatter)
(zapping)
Make a wish.
(bottles clink)
(electronic noises)
(dramatic music)
Power!
Where's it coming from?
(dark electronic music)
I was plugged in.
I felt the power coursing
through me.
Through my dream and now here,
I was where I was meant to be.
React.
Retreat.
Subtract.
Delete the beat.
This is an observation deck.
Onward.
It is spoken.
Holy Roller.
Bare foot. Brown Dirt.
Foot stomp. Hand clap.
Groundwork.
Mata,
Ca va?
It's all so much.
I lost my brother a few days ago
and now I feel like
I'm in another world.
Where are we?
Martyr. Loser.
This is Matalusa Kingdom.
Chosen leader
of the tribe-less
Neither/Neither...
won't be Either/Either,
son of Nonesuch,
bewitched by the Queen of...
Anger.
Self control.
Tolerance, to and fro.
Wisdom.
Ecstasy.
Memories of her history.
Neither/Neither...
won't be Either/Either,
nor the brown dirt.
Foot stomp. Hand clap.
Groundwork.
(dramatic music)
That is one way
of telling a story.
Is this the interface?
This is a dream.
And you are?
Dreaming.
Not I.
This is Matalusa Kingdom.
Martyr Loser?
I'm no King. I mine coltan.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine is the
greeting of the resource rich
who face a world beholden to
the currency of our depletion.
This golden salute elevates
the vibration of metallic
injustice to the threshold
of planetary sustenance.
When I beheld Matalusa,
the greeting took on
new dimensions.
I attempted to speak
but was struck by the millions
of conversations
streaming through me...
An influx of information.
Code, streams of light,
virtual lanes of traffic
became more legible...
...data...
(static)
I was Moses
on the mountain top.
The burning bush
was a firewall.
Encrypted messages on a tablet.
We won't be silenced, no,
the noise came from here.
Your never ending war
will not be waged from here.
The future is my home,
it all came from here.
Police and sirens, guns
are on parade right here.
You'll never touch my love.
(rhythmic clapping)
(vocalizing)
(dark upbeat music)
The bullets in your guns,
you know we paid for it all.
Your scriptures
severing tongues,
you know we paid for it all.
With oil and our blood,
you know we paid for it all.
We won't be silenced, no,
you know we paid for it all.
The bullets in your guns,
you know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
You know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
You know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
(static)
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine.
This is Memory.
Memory, this is...
Neptune.
Matalusa!
(electronic chiming)
Can you believe it?
(upbeat hip-hop music)
How did you do it?!
I have no idea.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Met this girl on Friday night.
Rocky Horror Cinema.
Cuban stogie. Karaoke.
Purple satin bra and tights...
That's what I was wearing.
She was wearing red
and purple light.
White smoke. Had bright hopes.
Straight man with gay ghost.
She passed, in topaz,
we brushed hands,
I took note.
Sankara for the vote!
Women, keep your head up.
Girl. Boy. ACAB toys.
We broke the code.
Let's make noise.
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
You can't change the code,
they say.
Ca c'est pas ecrit, they say.
Tudo mundo nesse mundo
pense comme ils veux, they say.
Think Black. Them think Gay.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
They can't imagine
if they don't see it in a book.
Even when they see it,
it's their book
that tells them how to look.
Think White.
They think Straight.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
Met this girl on Friday
and I didn't see her in a book.
No magazine can tell me
how she's supposed to look.
Proof of contradictions
in the Old Testament.
She was once a He, was once
an argument against the books.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
Truth is not a theory that can
be imprisoned within a book.
Words are sometimes prisons,
sometimes prisms
from the way you look.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
From an outsider's perspective
Earth is just
split personalities.
Split corporations
stop monopolies.
Split governments take power.
Split people take control.
I was in control
of my instrument,
on a dance floor, free of fear.
Thus it is said:
I was born in my 23rd year.
(static, beeping)
(gentle music)
Beyond the firewalls,
cyber-security, encryption,
I am a bird flying high...
...over a mountain of data
seeking the answer...
...to the question
that wings ask.
A sea of information
coded in spiral.
My operating system gives
the unsaid instruction
to move a limb,
or lift a middle finger.
(bird calling)
(fluttering sounds)
(electronic beeping)
(wings flapping)
(dramatic music)
Elohel, didn't you call
this place Martyr Loser Kingdom?
What? You have I-fi?
Humble genius.
We all have I-fi.
Everyone has I-fi?
Elohel, how did you do it?
What did I do?
Look.
Not the signal.
The content.
(electronic beeping)
Woke up in the morning
high off the internet!
Five million followers
now on the internet!
I own
the internet!
I own the internet!
I own
the internet!
I own the internet!
Hack into religion.
Five billion followers.
Bitches,
slaves and Indians.
Five billion followers!
Five billion
followers!
Five billion followers!
Five billion
followers!
Martyr Loser Kingdom,
Roach Egg Economy!
Spread like superstition,
Roach Egg Economy.
Roach Egg Economy.
Roach Egg
Economy.
You're awake.
(news report on television)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
Matalusa, you've inspired
a world wide trend.
What does that mean?
It means Neptune
has found a way
to capture
the world's attention...
...and we're
the most talked about thing
on the virtual face
of the planet.
'...THE MYSTERIOUS HACKER
MARTYR LOSER KING CONTINUES...'
Can it be traced?
From what I see,
most are looking
at Russia or China.
And what can you see?
It's not what I see
but what I see through.
Matalusa and I
shared a dream that led me here.
A vision.
But what I see here...
...is a gateway?
(bird calling)
(wind howling)
(wings flapping)
Have you met Frost?
We haven't met formally,
but I believe we are acquainted.
(gentle music)
Matalusa, you look like
you've seen a witch.
No, Memory.
They called my mother a witch.
I see the dream
of my brother, Tekno.
My father learned
the word technology
from a man selling knives.
The man said the blade
would never dull
because of "technology"
and my father fell in love
with the word.
When the war began,
Tekno was one and I was six.
We hid in the trees
and didn't make a sound.
I fed, washed
and took care of him.
After the war, purveyors
told us the land had been sold.
We could leave or work the mine
for room and board.
(exhales)
When I asked what
they were mining, they said -
"technology."
I saw it as a sign,
so we stayed.
Finally, you're safe here.
We're not safe.
The gun, the prison,
the system enforces
our automation
and suppresses the human spirit.
And you see what they see?
I see...
Makers of diseases.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Chemicals and feces.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Computers delete us.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Don't care how they treat us.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Fresh on the streets and
I'm down for some ignorance.
Fear of defeat and I'm down
for some ignorance.
Stock holders meet and they're
down for some ignorance.
Frre of the meek and we're
down for some ignorance.
Matalusa!
You have to see...
'CHINA AND RUSSIA...
HAVE DENIED RESPONSIBILITY'
'...ARE CALLING THE GREATESBREACH OF THE VIRTUAL AGE'
What is this?
(overlapping news reports)
It's you?
Matalusa and Neptune
have a connection
and their connection
is connecting us.
(dramatic music)
(shouting)
(cheering)
(chanting)
My friends!
Technology was the name
of my brother...
And it's Technology
that guides us today.
They use our blood
and sweat to communicate
with each other,
but have never heard our voice.
Until Now!
We are miners.
We do the work that is hidden
behind their screens.
Coltan distributes power through
the motherboard. Our Power!
Say it! Yes!
We have no authority,
but maybe now we have a voice.
And vision!
A voice to say to The Authority,
No! We are not down
for your ignorance!
Hell no!
(tense dissonant music)
(static)
(panting)
Brothers Gone!
M-Windows On!
Sisters Gone!
Google On!
Nobody knows I'm not alone
Tell them I need somebody.
Coltan Gone!
All cars On!
Mountains Destroyed.
iPhone On!
Nobody knows I'm not alone.
Tell them I need somebody.
Division On!
Solution None!
Conclusion War!
Happiness Gone!
Nobody knows I'm not alone.
Tell them I need somebody.
Malaria Home!
Material Not.
Familia Pauvre.
But guess who comes home!
You think I don't know
that you're bad and wrong?
Welcome Mr. Nobody!
You're wrong
and you're still doing it.
You're saying
that my country's a bad deal.
I'm the boss
but the deal is on me.
You betrayed me
and then you're rich.
So fuck Mr. Google.
(tense music)
Fuck Mr. Google.
(static)
(music stops)
Help me understand,
one more time.
Machine learning.
Decode a system empowered
through practice...
...that's mistaken
for practicality.
Try to make it practice
something different.
Crypto-Colonial debt in the red.
Command/Control Democracy.
I think she's saying that
what's more important is what
can be done, what can be said.
Neptune has been generous
in sharing her experience
but even she's not clear
how it occurs.
And I appreciate that.
But on this continent we have
always been cloaked in anonymity
like the hidden face of God.
We are not hidden.
We are ignored.
We are not ignored.
We are unloved.
We are not unloved.
We are sacrificed.
We are not sacrificed.
We are murdered.
They exploit the worth
of our existence.
We're worth the value
of every mineral.
Threads of resistance.
We mine but don't own
what we dig.
We "cast the first stone"
for their penny.
Who shits it,
eats it,
and pays for it with their life.
They cut the cost
by exploiting us.
They cut the cost on oil through
warfare then fuel their armies.
We fuel the machine.
The engine is the colony.
The master and the slave.
The hardware and circuit-board.
The programming is the same.
(static)
(solemn rock music)
(electronic beeping)
(static)
(birds chirping)
(rock music continues)
Maybe you should take her back
to rest.
Come.
Twist them horns
around the neck of each equation
expanded upon multiples
of death.
Memory stored in a cloud.
Terabytes in C-major.
Here is the invention
of the astronaut.
First Nation sweat ceremony
in a spaceship.
To imagine hell is privilege.
(beeping)
And with each kiss
bio-dynamic...
...in direct correlation
to stars & seasons,
the ability
to calculate distance,
harness power, stem cells,
erect mobile mansions
capable of...
...projecting destruction
at greater & greater will,
what could be keeping us here?
(electronic beeping)
(tense music)
(static)
(dramatic whooshing)
(electronic beeping)
(overlapping echoes)
MYSTERIOUS HACKER
MARTYRLOSERKING
CONTINUES TO ELUDE AUTHORITIES
WHILE BREACHING ACCESS
TO HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS
OF SMARTPHONE USERS
ACROSS THE OCCIDENTAL WEST.
THIS RAISES OTHER QUESTIONS
FOR THE THOUSANDS
OF PEOPLE INSPIRED
BY THE ACTIONS
OF MARTYRLOSERKING,
...WHICH MANY GO SO FAR
AS CALLING "POETIC"...
The Martyr Loser King.
Memory!
These are games!
It changes nothing.
This is poetry!
Why not issue an attack?
Crash the market.
Erase debt.
Transfer the colonial debt
d'independence.
Reveal arms sales.
Expose corruption.
Hold estates ransom.
Why not make a demand?
Most mining companies
have headquarters in Toronto.
Psychology...
we feed weapons manufacturers.
When we take away
the hand that feeds,
what do you think we face?
Weapons.
(humming, rhythmic clapping)
We power systems
more effectively
than we destroy them.
Sharing thoughts,
critiques,
meditations,
poetry.
It can help impart
understanding.
Understanding
is all that is missing.
We dance between targets
of understanding.
Boycott misery.
Recognize the pattern
in the coding.
The black bodies floating
in space, in the Mediterranean,
the bottom of the Atlantic...
and beneath us.
They're the same Black bodies,
mined and mining.
Mined and mining...
What is mine?
The Authority wants to control
the spirit of the people,
make us robots.
Work without question.
Work without pay.
This village robot...
...is dependent on human spirit
to come to life.
One justice algorithm.
One little Black girl algorithm
brings it to life.
(humming, chanting)
(soft music)
(rhythmic clapping)
(insects chirping)
(birds chirping)
(eerie music)
(gasping, yelling)
Innocent?
This is Innocent.
He's my brother.
(birds chirping)
(leaves rustling)
Now what?
Wait for the rest of the army
to show up
and arrest us for conspiracy?
I'm going now.
Going where?
If a soldier's here, the army
is right behind. It's too late.
When they cut my arm,
they left me for dead.
A woman and little man healed me
and pointed me
in this direction.
I'm not running anymore.
If it's over, it's over.
We harm nobody here.
(garbled noises)
(noises stop)
What did you do?
(electronic beeping)
I didn't know.
How could you
not know?
Has disguising yourself
in the uniform of a soldier
diminished your
sensibilities?
It was
The Motherboard.
I didn't know.
Did you
need to know?
Was gender so crucial
to your desire for intimacy?
Are you justified
in attacking strangers
who do not fulfill
your unwarranted desires?
You wanted the world
and now you've earned it.
I asked you to stay
on the path with me.
And you refused.
(tense music)
Now I must insist
that you leave.
But what about...?
Now.
It's not what you think.
I avoided thinking
for as long as I could.
My brother is not The Authority.
He is not a soldier.
The uniform is a disguise.
Why?
Because they were born boys
and raised to uphold
an idea of themselves...
...that will not sustain them.
Because the laws
of attraction...
...are greater than their laws,
said and unsaid.
Because they are priests
at their own funeral.
How's it?
I thought you were leaving.
Where'd the soldier go?
I sent him away.
Now what?
I need to speak to everyone.
Elohel, go wake Matalusa
and The Motherboard.
Motherboard?
I'll explain. Just get them.
(commotion)
No, we won't leave.
We have to fight.
We don't have to leave.
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
It is no secret,
the movement of the clouds,
it is no secret,
the song of the whales.
It is no secret we fly overhead
eyeing mass movement,
stories woven
through generations.
We are generations.
Witness and song-bird
offering voice
and wingspan to torrents
of wind.
Water sprouts from unseen
regions above and below.
Here is our testament:
We see you.
Shortcomings and downfalls.
Babies born, the miles
you travel to feed your family.
We see your indiscretions
and violent acts.
We see it all.
There is a deeper hunger...
...to see an end
to needless war.
We are hunted and honored,
targeted and tethered,
and through it all,
we have survived.
But greater than survival
is the wisdom of ages
applied to the present.
Potential openings
for new possibilities
and greater
and greater harmonies:
Birdsong and wind-kiss...
If ever we learn to communicate
with our spirit...
Why do you sing this old song
when the soldiers
are at our door?
Yeah, what happened
to your brother?
There are no soldiers coming.
Even if they did,
as long as The Motherboard
is with us, we're protected.
What is this Motherboard?
Technology is only
a reflection of us.
This... is Digitaria,
built by the ancestors
of the stars:
our past and future selves.
They built this village
as a gateway.
Just as we built the drum.
Yet the drum is nothing
without the drummer.
It's time we beat the code.
She's not here.
What do you mean?
When I went to get them,
I found Matalusa asleep, alone.
I didn't see her leave.
What happened?
My brother was here
disguised as a soldier.
Disguised as a soldier?
My brother is no soldier.
He is Ultra-Magnetic.
The Ultra-Magnetic?
Your brother is Ultra-Magnetic?
I thought he was killed.
I thought he left the country.
(wings flapping)
(soft, tense music)
He told me...
...the signal from The
Motherboard was traced here.
The Authority is working with
European and US intelligence
to avoid suspicion.
(all grumbling)
So more soldiers are coming.
Listen to me!
There are people
all over the country
fleeing the grip
of The Authority.
Why haven't they arrived here?
(eerie music)
Each of us has a story
that led us here.
A story and a dream.
The decoding of the dream
is through love and music.
We must beat the code
until she returns,
the Motherboard
will do the rest.
(rumbling)
(intense whooshing)
(shouting)
(intense rumbling)
(loud crashing)
(birds chirping)
(rumbling)
(tense, eerie music)
(loud whooshing)
(loud crashing)
(rumbling echoes)
(flames crackling)
(insects chirping)
(sizzling)
What do you know of love?
(flames bellowing)
Of ruins beneath and before?
Of fear?
(solemn music)
I'm closer to birth
than I am to death.
What is mine?
Dreams?
I was born in my 23rd year.
I'M SORRY.
I THOUGHT WE HAD RECEIVED
CONFIRMATION
THAT THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED...
AFFIRMATIVE.
THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED.
THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED.
(static)
(static)
(intense drum music)
(singing)
(static)
(static)
(eerie electronic music)
(static)
My truth is encrypted.
And yours is easy to read.
So what do you need to know
about me?
That I continue to exist?
I am the Martyr Loser King.
You build walls
but no FireWalls to protect you
from those who burn
like candles,
whose necks you can chop
a million times
but still burn bright and stand.
(eerie music)
(static)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dark music)
(intense music)
(electronic beeping)
(light musical jingle)
(beeping,
eerie electronic music)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping and flying away)
(grim orchestral music)
I was born in my 23rd year.
My first breath,
just before the war,
led to 22 years of what my Aunt
called our "afterlife"
and she thanked God
for every single day.
And me...
...I was a good boy.
(gentle chanting)
(fly buzzing)
You came from dust.
You will return to dust.
Let us be righteous to God.
Blessed be Him!
Say Amen.
Our Auntie was a human being.
After this life,
there is another life.
And hope. Amen!
(sand sprinkling)
(digging)
But my life
was never quite mine.
(shovel scraping)
(digging, clacking)
What is mine?
Will I recognize it
when I feel it?
Will it claim my life
or set it free?
(digging)
(eerie music)
(static)
Back to work, dreamer!
(shouting)
(grunting)
(intense drum music)
Tekno!
Back to work!
Now!
(singing)
Death surrounds us.
The worker pays the price,
it seems.
Metal precious currency.
Third and First world currency.
Black Market currency.
Drum beat, heart beat currency.
That old Black-bodied currency.
Every martyr -
currency.
All that you pay not to see.
My brother was kind!
Tekno!
Tekno!
(shouting name)
(shouting continues)
(shovels clacking)
(digging)
(eerie electronic music)
(drumming and singing continues)
(music stops)
(knocking)
(door creaking open)
He will wipe every tear
from their eyes.
There will be no more death
or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things
has passed away.
Thank you, Pastor.
Yes, boy.
The Lord may force us on our way
before we feel we're ready.
Yes, Pastor.
Do not fear for I am with you.
Be not dismayed
for I am thy God.
I will strengthen you
and help you.
I will uphold you
with my righteous hand.
(smacking, glass shattering)
(insects chirping)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(digging, singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(birds chirping)
(singing fades)
(water dripping)
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(goat bleating)
(playful shouting)
(distant singing)
(bird calling)
(intense music)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(goat bleating)
(singing)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(distant singing and drumming)
These MotherFuckers
Don't Want To Back Down
(singing)
(bird calling)
(insects chirping)
(whispers echoing)
(mellow music)
Hack...
Hack... into land
rights and ownership.
Hack... into business law,
proprietorship.
Hack...
Hack...
...into the history of the bank.
Hack... and question
the business of slavery,
of free labor, its relation
to today's world.
Hack...
...into ambition, into greed.
Into suffering and sufferance.
The treatment of one faith
towards another.
(fluttering sounds)
Hack.
There's energy in pairing.
Once upon a time.
Very long ago.
We lived on a mountaintop.
My mother and father were...
binary stars.
On the mountaintop was where
we discovered ourselves.
Our nature.
Our density.
The visible and the invisible.
An awareness indivisible
by doubt.
Binary crime theory.
The give and the take.
The heart you must break,
in order to open.
Eclipse of the senses...
The ceremony of smoking.
And then there was fire.
Fire in the sky.
There was day.
And then there was light.
Fire in the sky.
Binary crime theory.
The give and the take.
Blind fury, contrary.
The heart you must break...
...in order to open.
There is a way
of breaking a heart!
So that the blood spills evenly
onto the page.
A book to be opened.
Fire in the sky,
fire in the sky...
Fire in the sky,
fire in the sky...
There was day.
A story always has a beginning,
just as each has
many interpretations
...like dreams.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
On a distant planet
where the reason landed
and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back...
(singing)
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
...and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back...
(birds chirping)
(solemn music)
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
(water lapping)
(engine humming)
(water splashing)
(baby cooing)
(baby cooing)
(solemn music)
(sniffing)
(insects chirping)
(playful shouting)
(chanting)
(motorcycle approaching)
(high-pitched ringing)
(smack)
(garbled noise)
(gentle, eerie music)
(static)
The Motherboard is bleeding.
The Motherboard?
Deo!
This is the moment.
Unanimous Goldmine.
The power of the subconscious
is honed through guidance.
Sense the connection.
What birth has severed,
love will reconnect.
Oh, Motherboard.
Light years.
Eight planets out.
Light years.
The hopeless desperation
that I felt.
(bird cooing)
Picture a dream
and dare to live it.
Open your soul
and dare to give it.
Consumed by woes
and daily fears.
Rebels are posing,
no one dares...
...to crush the desperation
that is felt...
...when you live in doubt.
(cooing)
The Motherboard?!
Picture a dream
and dare to live it.
Open your soul
and dare to give it.
Consumed by woes
and daily fears.
Rebels are posing,
no one dares...
...to crush the desperation
that is felt...
...when you live in doubt.
People above the moon.
(cooing)
(wings flapping)
(singing continues)
(cooing)
Here's what happens next:
breath.
(wind howling)
Maybe you're asking yourself
WTF is this?
Is it a poet's idea of a dream?
The web of awareness
bore down through me.
What blossomed
as understanding
had been planted
in years of confusion.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
No turning back.
(mellow music)
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
No turning back.
Everybody knows
when the sunrise.
See it dawn in their own eye.
Die and bloom in a season.
Everybody knows what the folks
call reasoning.
On a distant planet...
...where the reason landed...
and the folks transparent.
Fourth dimensional libations
granted.
No turning back.
(cooing)
(wings flapping)
Yeah, I'm a sound man.
I build systems of sound.
I've always felt and built
from memory.
I dreamt and saw a wheel
like Ezekiel.
He said, "Sound holds memory."
I walked here.
Then you arrived...
...and you said
your name is Memory.
The war forced us
into other dimensions...
...where the worst
had already happened.
A new idea blossomed...
...with greater awareness.
Elohel, birds are
living witness.
They fly through portals
where pain is the only passport.
(bird calling)
(clicking tongue)
(wings flapping)
(insects chirping)
Matalusa!
Unanimous Goldmine.
You slept all day.
The journey was long.
So you slept well.
Dreams, man.
It's all we talk about
these days.
- You want a beer?
- Is it warm?
Yeah, I haven't figured
how to get power yet.
It was like this
when I found it.
Then Memory got here
and now you...
What is this place?
It's like another dimension.
We choose dimensions
like cities to live in.
Man don't choose.
Woman choose.
So, what did the Wheel-Man say
to you?
"HACK."
And after that dream,
you walked here?
I just kept walking.
Tekno... his heart was
in the stone, coltan...
...the power in the Earth.
He walked and dreamt
with that power.
I walk to understand.
(insects chirping)
(water splashing)
(noise from television)
(static)
(electronic music)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
Zingaro and beer.
Hot or cold?
Cold.
(static)
(glasses clinking)
(bottle opens)
(pouring)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
The mountains have not awakened.
Their fire is our breath.
The sunlight
does not burn the ground.
It nurtures every step.
May I?
My name is Innocent.
I'm just passing through.
From where are you traveling?
I am traveling from death
to other passageways.
Ah.
You came from the capitol?
The university?
The Authority's henchmen
are everywhere.
Why do you think it's so?
It can't just be the election
when we already know
who will win.
And what the police did
at the university.
Is that any way to treat
the future leaders of a nation?
Bon appetit.
(crunching)
Breaking your fast?
(pouring)
Forgive me.
The journey has been long.
One who swallows
a whole coconut trusts his anus.
(laughing)
(stool sliding)
(static)
What's wrong
with the television?
Oh sorry.
I'll check the satellite.
Why don't you let me pay?
We walk out together and you can
pay me back outside if you wish.
Okay?
(insects chirping)
(static)
(paper rustling)
If I am just born
once in a lifetime,
who am I to make things up?
I count the stars
but will they count me?
Who am I to lift them up?
"Who am I?"
the soldiers ask me.
"Who am I?" ask the police.
Who am I but a reflection...
...of that uniform beneath?
I was born on a forgotten day!
But I own the night!
(singing)
(mellow music)
(noise from television)
(singing)
Are you running from something?
Not exactly,
yet I can assure you...
...whatever we are running from
is running to us all.
(eerie, grating music)
(electronic beeping)
(stool sliding)
(stumbling footsteps)
(match flicking)
(intense music)
If I am just born
once in a lifetime,
who am I to make things up?
I count the stars
but will they count me?
Who am I to lift them up?
"Who am I?"
the soldiers ask me.
"Who am I?" ask the police.
Who am I but a reflection...
...of that uniform beneath?
I was born on a forgotten day!
I was born on a forgotten day!
But I own the night!
I own the night!
(thumps)
(dark, eerie music)
(bird chirping)
(eerie electronic music)
(insects chirping)
(flapping)
Unanimous Goldmine.
I'm sorry to frighten you.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Ca va?
Are you okay?
I'm sorry. I thought
I was being followed.
Your baby!
(electronic beeping)
(fire crackling)
(clicking)
Rastafari.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Is it safe here?
Not safe enough
to find your mind games funny.
Sister, I apologize.
I ran from the capitol,
the university.
This mind game
has saved my life.
I will keep going if it makes
you more comfortable.
No. You are safe here.
What's your name?
My name is Psychology.
(mellow electronic music)
When I left the capitol,
you could already feel it.
The tension.
It's more than tension now.
Violent rhetoric from The
Authority had to lead somewhere.
First they cut the radio.
(shouting)
Then they cut the television.
They locked down internet.
Then locked up the opposition.
Underwhelmed by the attempt.
Overall what else is left?
Underscore the over-paid,
whose bed is already made.
And I'm underground.
(singing)
(shouting)
We hid in the library...
(lively electronic music)
...of the university.
Under "O" for oligarch.
Under "P" for patriarch.
Undermine the underground.
Under siege, complete surround.
(vocalizing)
(birds chirping)
(music fading, birds chirping)
(door creaking open)
(goat bleating)
(moans)
Chana...
Chana, is that you?
No, Sister.
Chana was my mother's name.
(goat bleats)
My child,
where did you come from?
I had a friend named Chana.
She was very close to me.
She had a baby
just before the war.
A little boy.
But we were separated before
I had the chance to meet him.
Your mother the same way,
before the war.
She stayed inside some days,
before the war.
Remember when she froze
before the door...
...just like you froze
out in the garden.
And she was my best friend,
before the war.
She always knew what
we were destined for.
She always questioned...
...what made hearts harden.
Something invisible,
hardly predictable.
Yearning to be my pleasure,
your pleasure!
And if there's an ounce
of forgiveness in me,
I'll make it rain songs
that their children will sing.
All that I know is real.
In the end, I will heal from
what happened before the war.
(mellow music)
(wind blowing, leaves rustling)
How's it?
- Shining.
- Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine. Look
at my phone, is it charging?
No.
There's no power.
But all these things
seem to connect to something.
Who built this place?
It was empty like this
when I arrived.
It's a strange feeling,
like being cut-off
from the world...
Which world?
(birds chirping)
Mata!
(gentle music)
Mata!
Look!
Mata! Mata!
Look!
(insects chirping)
Tekno?
You see!
We power the system.
(electronic beeping)
It is the same energy
that flows through us.
Tekno!
(voice echoing)
(mellow music)
(wings flapping)
Time held a mirror
and reflected a world
of parallels...
...of fear and longing,
with no sense of belonging.
But that dissonance
became a song in me.
What should have
destroyed me...
...what attempted
to gender or "boy" me,
...set me free.
Hurry up and away!
They'll tell your story
how they want to tell it.
The algorithm
of the sun and moon,
where the planets were
when I first saw you.
I knew invisible
was visible now!
And then you told me...
the words were spinning
'round like yellow leaves.
I saw divisions of labor...
the cultures...
Beware!
Your kind's not welcome here.
(dramatic music)
(chatter)
(birds chirping)
(dark music)
Mata!
(cheering)
Did you think
we wouldn't follow?
Tekno was
our little brother too.
But how did you know?
The dreams we began having
after you left.
Tekno's dream.
Tekno-color.
Tekno vision.
(laughing)
Mata!
Tekno always shared
his understanding of the rock.
Unanimous Goldmine!
Tekno taught us
what we were mining.
These are my friends.
These are my brothers.
Unanimous Goldmine.
From the mine?
Yes, we worked
with Matalusa and Tekno.
I don't miss the mine...
...but the music!
(laughing)
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
Alone but not alone.
Alone but not alone.
Alone but not alone.
(insects chirping)
(distant singing)
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is everything! -Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
The miner is the power source!
- Dig!
(singing continues)
Mining is music.
(rhythmic shoveling sounds)
(grim music)
(electricity zapping)
(chatter)
(zapping)
Make a wish.
(bottles clink)
(electronic noises)
(dramatic music)
Power!
Where's it coming from?
(dark electronic music)
I was plugged in.
I felt the power coursing
through me.
Through my dream and now here,
I was where I was meant to be.
React.
Retreat.
Subtract.
Delete the beat.
This is an observation deck.
Onward.
It is spoken.
Holy Roller.
Bare foot. Brown Dirt.
Foot stomp. Hand clap.
Groundwork.
Mata,
Ca va?
It's all so much.
I lost my brother a few days ago
and now I feel like
I'm in another world.
Where are we?
Martyr. Loser.
This is Matalusa Kingdom.
Chosen leader
of the tribe-less
Neither/Neither...
won't be Either/Either,
son of Nonesuch,
bewitched by the Queen of...
Anger.
Self control.
Tolerance, to and fro.
Wisdom.
Ecstasy.
Memories of her history.
Neither/Neither...
won't be Either/Either,
nor the brown dirt.
Foot stomp. Hand clap.
Groundwork.
(dramatic music)
That is one way
of telling a story.
Is this the interface?
This is a dream.
And you are?
Dreaming.
Not I.
This is Matalusa Kingdom.
Martyr Loser?
I'm no King. I mine coltan.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine is the
greeting of the resource rich
who face a world beholden to
the currency of our depletion.
This golden salute elevates
the vibration of metallic
injustice to the threshold
of planetary sustenance.
When I beheld Matalusa,
the greeting took on
new dimensions.
I attempted to speak
but was struck by the millions
of conversations
streaming through me...
An influx of information.
Code, streams of light,
virtual lanes of traffic
became more legible...
...data...
(static)
I was Moses
on the mountain top.
The burning bush
was a firewall.
Encrypted messages on a tablet.
We won't be silenced, no,
the noise came from here.
Your never ending war
will not be waged from here.
The future is my home,
it all came from here.
Police and sirens, guns
are on parade right here.
You'll never touch my love.
(rhythmic clapping)
(vocalizing)
(dark upbeat music)
The bullets in your guns,
you know we paid for it all.
Your scriptures
severing tongues,
you know we paid for it all.
With oil and our blood,
you know we paid for it all.
We won't be silenced, no,
you know we paid for it all.
The bullets in your guns,
you know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
You know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
You know we paid for it all.
You'll never touch my love.
(static)
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine.
This is Memory.
Memory, this is...
Neptune.
Matalusa!
(electronic chiming)
Can you believe it?
(upbeat hip-hop music)
How did you do it?!
I have no idea.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Unanimous Goldmine.
Met this girl on Friday night.
Rocky Horror Cinema.
Cuban stogie. Karaoke.
Purple satin bra and tights...
That's what I was wearing.
She was wearing red
and purple light.
White smoke. Had bright hopes.
Straight man with gay ghost.
She passed, in topaz,
we brushed hands,
I took note.
Sankara for the vote!
Women, keep your head up.
Girl. Boy. ACAB toys.
We broke the code.
Let's make noise.
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
Girl Boy Girl Boy
Girl Girl Boy Girl!
You can't change the code,
they say.
Ca c'est pas ecrit, they say.
Tudo mundo nesse mundo
pense comme ils veux, they say.
Think Black. Them think Gay.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
They can't imagine
if they don't see it in a book.
Even when they see it,
it's their book
that tells them how to look.
Think White.
They think Straight.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
Met this girl on Friday
and I didn't see her in a book.
No magazine can tell me
how she's supposed to look.
Proof of contradictions
in the Old Testament.
She was once a He, was once
an argument against the books.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
Truth is not a theory that can
be imprisoned within a book.
Words are sometimes prisons,
sometimes prisms
from the way you look.
They think like they book say.
They think like...
From an outsider's perspective
Earth is just
split personalities.
Split corporations
stop monopolies.
Split governments take power.
Split people take control.
I was in control
of my instrument,
on a dance floor, free of fear.
Thus it is said:
I was born in my 23rd year.
(static, beeping)
(gentle music)
Beyond the firewalls,
cyber-security, encryption,
I am a bird flying high...
...over a mountain of data
seeking the answer...
...to the question
that wings ask.
A sea of information
coded in spiral.
My operating system gives
the unsaid instruction
to move a limb,
or lift a middle finger.
(bird calling)
(fluttering sounds)
(electronic beeping)
(wings flapping)
(dramatic music)
Elohel, didn't you call
this place Martyr Loser Kingdom?
What? You have I-fi?
Humble genius.
We all have I-fi.
Everyone has I-fi?
Elohel, how did you do it?
What did I do?
Look.
Not the signal.
The content.
(electronic beeping)
Woke up in the morning
high off the internet!
Five million followers
now on the internet!
I own
the internet!
I own the internet!
I own
the internet!
I own the internet!
Hack into religion.
Five billion followers.
Bitches,
slaves and Indians.
Five billion followers!
Five billion
followers!
Five billion followers!
Five billion
followers!
Martyr Loser Kingdom,
Roach Egg Economy!
Spread like superstition,
Roach Egg Economy.
Roach Egg Economy.
Roach Egg
Economy.
You're awake.
(news report on television)
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
Matalusa, you've inspired
a world wide trend.
What does that mean?
It means Neptune
has found a way
to capture
the world's attention...
...and we're
the most talked about thing
on the virtual face
of the planet.
'...THE MYSTERIOUS HACKER
MARTYR LOSER KING CONTINUES...'
Can it be traced?
From what I see,
most are looking
at Russia or China.
And what can you see?
It's not what I see
but what I see through.
Matalusa and I
shared a dream that led me here.
A vision.
But what I see here...
...is a gateway?
(bird calling)
(wind howling)
(wings flapping)
Have you met Frost?
We haven't met formally,
but I believe we are acquainted.
(gentle music)
Matalusa, you look like
you've seen a witch.
No, Memory.
They called my mother a witch.
I see the dream
of my brother, Tekno.
My father learned
the word technology
from a man selling knives.
The man said the blade
would never dull
because of "technology"
and my father fell in love
with the word.
When the war began,
Tekno was one and I was six.
We hid in the trees
and didn't make a sound.
I fed, washed
and took care of him.
After the war, purveyors
told us the land had been sold.
We could leave or work the mine
for room and board.
(exhales)
When I asked what
they were mining, they said -
"technology."
I saw it as a sign,
so we stayed.
Finally, you're safe here.
We're not safe.
The gun, the prison,
the system enforces
our automation
and suppresses the human spirit.
And you see what they see?
I see...
Makers of diseases.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Chemicals and feces.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Computers delete us.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Don't care how they treat us.
Down For Some Ignorance.
Fresh on the streets and
I'm down for some ignorance.
Fear of defeat and I'm down
for some ignorance.
Stock holders meet and they're
down for some ignorance.
Frre of the meek and we're
down for some ignorance.
Matalusa!
You have to see...
'CHINA AND RUSSIA...
HAVE DENIED RESPONSIBILITY'
'...ARE CALLING THE GREATESBREACH OF THE VIRTUAL AGE'
What is this?
(overlapping news reports)
It's you?
Matalusa and Neptune
have a connection
and their connection
is connecting us.
(dramatic music)
(shouting)
(cheering)
(chanting)
My friends!
Technology was the name
of my brother...
And it's Technology
that guides us today.
They use our blood
and sweat to communicate
with each other,
but have never heard our voice.
Until Now!
We are miners.
We do the work that is hidden
behind their screens.
Coltan distributes power through
the motherboard. Our Power!
Say it! Yes!
We have no authority,
but maybe now we have a voice.
And vision!
A voice to say to The Authority,
No! We are not down
for your ignorance!
Hell no!
(tense dissonant music)
(static)
(panting)
Brothers Gone!
M-Windows On!
Sisters Gone!
Google On!
Nobody knows I'm not alone
Tell them I need somebody.
Coltan Gone!
All cars On!
Mountains Destroyed.
iPhone On!
Nobody knows I'm not alone.
Tell them I need somebody.
Division On!
Solution None!
Conclusion War!
Happiness Gone!
Nobody knows I'm not alone.
Tell them I need somebody.
Malaria Home!
Material Not.
Familia Pauvre.
But guess who comes home!
You think I don't know
that you're bad and wrong?
Welcome Mr. Nobody!
You're wrong
and you're still doing it.
You're saying
that my country's a bad deal.
I'm the boss
but the deal is on me.
You betrayed me
and then you're rich.
So fuck Mr. Google.
(tense music)
Fuck Mr. Google.
(static)
(music stops)
Help me understand,
one more time.
Machine learning.
Decode a system empowered
through practice...
...that's mistaken
for practicality.
Try to make it practice
something different.
Crypto-Colonial debt in the red.
Command/Control Democracy.
I think she's saying that
what's more important is what
can be done, what can be said.
Neptune has been generous
in sharing her experience
but even she's not clear
how it occurs.
And I appreciate that.
But on this continent we have
always been cloaked in anonymity
like the hidden face of God.
We are not hidden.
We are ignored.
We are not ignored.
We are unloved.
We are not unloved.
We are sacrificed.
We are not sacrificed.
We are murdered.
They exploit the worth
of our existence.
We're worth the value
of every mineral.
Threads of resistance.
We mine but don't own
what we dig.
We "cast the first stone"
for their penny.
Who shits it,
eats it,
and pays for it with their life.
They cut the cost
by exploiting us.
They cut the cost on oil through
warfare then fuel their armies.
We fuel the machine.
The engine is the colony.
The master and the slave.
The hardware and circuit-board.
The programming is the same.
(static)
(solemn rock music)
(electronic beeping)
(static)
(birds chirping)
(rock music continues)
Maybe you should take her back
to rest.
Come.
Twist them horns
around the neck of each equation
expanded upon multiples
of death.
Memory stored in a cloud.
Terabytes in C-major.
Here is the invention
of the astronaut.
First Nation sweat ceremony
in a spaceship.
To imagine hell is privilege.
(beeping)
And with each kiss
bio-dynamic...
...in direct correlation
to stars & seasons,
the ability
to calculate distance,
harness power, stem cells,
erect mobile mansions
capable of...
...projecting destruction
at greater & greater will,
what could be keeping us here?
(electronic beeping)
(tense music)
(static)
(dramatic whooshing)
(electronic beeping)
(overlapping echoes)
MYSTERIOUS HACKER
MARTYRLOSERKING
CONTINUES TO ELUDE AUTHORITIES
WHILE BREACHING ACCESS
TO HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS
OF SMARTPHONE USERS
ACROSS THE OCCIDENTAL WEST.
THIS RAISES OTHER QUESTIONS
FOR THE THOUSANDS
OF PEOPLE INSPIRED
BY THE ACTIONS
OF MARTYRLOSERKING,
...WHICH MANY GO SO FAR
AS CALLING "POETIC"...
The Martyr Loser King.
Memory!
These are games!
It changes nothing.
This is poetry!
Why not issue an attack?
Crash the market.
Erase debt.
Transfer the colonial debt
d'independence.
Reveal arms sales.
Expose corruption.
Hold estates ransom.
Why not make a demand?
Most mining companies
have headquarters in Toronto.
Psychology...
we feed weapons manufacturers.
When we take away
the hand that feeds,
what do you think we face?
Weapons.
(humming, rhythmic clapping)
We power systems
more effectively
than we destroy them.
Sharing thoughts,
critiques,
meditations,
poetry.
It can help impart
understanding.
Understanding
is all that is missing.
We dance between targets
of understanding.
Boycott misery.
Recognize the pattern
in the coding.
The black bodies floating
in space, in the Mediterranean,
the bottom of the Atlantic...
and beneath us.
They're the same Black bodies,
mined and mining.
Mined and mining...
What is mine?
The Authority wants to control
the spirit of the people,
make us robots.
Work without question.
Work without pay.
This village robot...
...is dependent on human spirit
to come to life.
One justice algorithm.
One little Black girl algorithm
brings it to life.
(humming, chanting)
(soft music)
(rhythmic clapping)
(insects chirping)
(birds chirping)
(eerie music)
(gasping, yelling)
Innocent?
This is Innocent.
He's my brother.
(birds chirping)
(leaves rustling)
Now what?
Wait for the rest of the army
to show up
and arrest us for conspiracy?
I'm going now.
Going where?
If a soldier's here, the army
is right behind. It's too late.
When they cut my arm,
they left me for dead.
A woman and little man healed me
and pointed me
in this direction.
I'm not running anymore.
If it's over, it's over.
We harm nobody here.
(garbled noises)
(noises stop)
What did you do?
(electronic beeping)
I didn't know.
How could you
not know?
Has disguising yourself
in the uniform of a soldier
diminished your
sensibilities?
It was
The Motherboard.
I didn't know.
Did you
need to know?
Was gender so crucial
to your desire for intimacy?
Are you justified
in attacking strangers
who do not fulfill
your unwarranted desires?
You wanted the world
and now you've earned it.
I asked you to stay
on the path with me.
And you refused.
(tense music)
Now I must insist
that you leave.
But what about...?
Now.
It's not what you think.
I avoided thinking
for as long as I could.
My brother is not The Authority.
He is not a soldier.
The uniform is a disguise.
Why?
Because they were born boys
and raised to uphold
an idea of themselves...
...that will not sustain them.
Because the laws
of attraction...
...are greater than their laws,
said and unsaid.
Because they are priests
at their own funeral.
How's it?
I thought you were leaving.
Where'd the soldier go?
I sent him away.
Now what?
I need to speak to everyone.
Elohel, go wake Matalusa
and The Motherboard.
Motherboard?
I'll explain. Just get them.
(commotion)
No, we won't leave.
We have to fight.
We don't have to leave.
How's it?
Shining.
Say what?
Unanimous Goldmine.
It is no secret,
the movement of the clouds,
it is no secret,
the song of the whales.
It is no secret we fly overhead
eyeing mass movement,
stories woven
through generations.
We are generations.
Witness and song-bird
offering voice
and wingspan to torrents
of wind.
Water sprouts from unseen
regions above and below.
Here is our testament:
We see you.
Shortcomings and downfalls.
Babies born, the miles
you travel to feed your family.
We see your indiscretions
and violent acts.
We see it all.
There is a deeper hunger...
...to see an end
to needless war.
We are hunted and honored,
targeted and tethered,
and through it all,
we have survived.
But greater than survival
is the wisdom of ages
applied to the present.
Potential openings
for new possibilities
and greater
and greater harmonies:
Birdsong and wind-kiss...
If ever we learn to communicate
with our spirit...
Why do you sing this old song
when the soldiers
are at our door?
Yeah, what happened
to your brother?
There are no soldiers coming.
Even if they did,
as long as The Motherboard
is with us, we're protected.
What is this Motherboard?
Technology is only
a reflection of us.
This... is Digitaria,
built by the ancestors
of the stars:
our past and future selves.
They built this village
as a gateway.
Just as we built the drum.
Yet the drum is nothing
without the drummer.
It's time we beat the code.
She's not here.
What do you mean?
When I went to get them,
I found Matalusa asleep, alone.
I didn't see her leave.
What happened?
My brother was here
disguised as a soldier.
Disguised as a soldier?
My brother is no soldier.
He is Ultra-Magnetic.
The Ultra-Magnetic?
Your brother is Ultra-Magnetic?
I thought he was killed.
I thought he left the country.
(wings flapping)
(soft, tense music)
He told me...
...the signal from The
Motherboard was traced here.
The Authority is working with
European and US intelligence
to avoid suspicion.
(all grumbling)
So more soldiers are coming.
Listen to me!
There are people
all over the country
fleeing the grip
of The Authority.
Why haven't they arrived here?
(eerie music)
Each of us has a story
that led us here.
A story and a dream.
The decoding of the dream
is through love and music.
We must beat the code
until she returns,
the Motherboard
will do the rest.
(rumbling)
(intense whooshing)
(shouting)
(intense rumbling)
(loud crashing)
(birds chirping)
(rumbling)
(tense, eerie music)
(loud whooshing)
(loud crashing)
(rumbling echoes)
(flames crackling)
(insects chirping)
(sizzling)
What do you know of love?
(flames bellowing)
Of ruins beneath and before?
Of fear?
(solemn music)
I'm closer to birth
than I am to death.
What is mine?
Dreams?
I was born in my 23rd year.
I'M SORRY.
I THOUGHT WE HAD RECEIVED
CONFIRMATION
THAT THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED...
AFFIRMATIVE.
THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED.
THE TARGET WAS DESTROYED.
(static)
(static)
(intense drum music)
(singing)
(static)
(static)
(eerie electronic music)
(static)
My truth is encrypted.
And yours is easy to read.
So what do you need to know
about me?
That I continue to exist?
I am the Martyr Loser King.
You build walls
but no FireWalls to protect you
from those who burn
like candles,
whose necks you can chop
a million times
but still burn bright and stand.
(eerie music)
(static)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dark music)
(intense music)
(electronic beeping)