Robert Hewitt Wolfe's Version
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Okay, now that that’s done, I present for you, a play in one act:
GENE RODDENBERRY’S ANDROMEDA
“Coda”
A Play in One Act
Written by: Robert Hewitt Wolfe
April 17, 2005
FADE IN:
White letters over black:
“A happy ending?
This one?s gonna end with you
spitting blood in their eyes
as they laugh at your smashed open face.
You want happy? Then don’t miss.”
MAJOR KORGO KORGAR, The Last of the Lancers 32 AFC
INT. OBS LOUNGE - NIGHT
Harper enters the Obs Lounge and finds Trance standing by the railing, looking out at the stars. She?s backlit, a little shadowed.
HARPER:
Oh. Hey. Sorry. I was just...
TRANCE:
Looking for a place to think?
Trance turns around. But to Harper?s shock and amazement...
IT’S PURPLE TRANCE:
Blonde hair. Purple skin. Pointy prehensile tail.
HARPER:
Trance?
TRANCE:
Guilty.
HARPER:
But what... I mean... you’re purple.
TRANCE:
Am I?
Harper draws his sidearm and aims it at Trance.
HARPER:
Okay! That’s it. I’m done.
You?re going to explain everything
to me. Right now. Or so help
me...
TRANCE:
You’ll shoot? Go ahead. If it?ll
make you feel better. I don’t
mind.
HARPER:
No freaking way. You are not doing
this again. You owe me. Spill.
Trance gets a thoughtful look, then...
TRANCE:
Why not? What harm would it do?
HARPER:
Seriously? You?re going to tell me
everything? Who you are? What the
hell has been happening for the
past couple years?
TRANCE:
don’t talk me out of it.
HARPER:
Okay, okay. Talk. I’m listening.
Harper holsters his gun.
TRANCE:
First... can you answer a question
for me?
HARPER:
(guarded)
Maybe.
TRANCE:
What?s the last thing you remember?
HARPER:
Err... what do you mean?
TRANCE:
What?s going on right now? With
Dylan and Tyr and Rev and Beka and
Rommie. What is the exact
situation in which this
conversation is taking place?
Harper looks confused.
HARPER:
Well Dylan is... uh...
(starts over)
Okay. Tyr. Tyr is...
(crap)
Beka? Rev Bem? What the hell? I
don’t really... I have no idea. I
mean, it’s like... freaking hazy.
TRANCE:
I was afraid of that.
HARPER:
What?s wrong with me?
TRANCE:
Nothing. Except you?re not real.
HARPER:
I’m not?
TRANCE:
No. You?re a probability wave. A
possible future Harper.
HARPER:
Oh. Errr... so does that mean I
don’t get an explanation?
TRANCE:
No. But I’ll have to make it a bit
more general. Since I’m not sure
which Harper you are.
(serious)
Okay. The first thing you have to
understand is that I don’t see
reality like you do.
HARPER:
I know that. You can see the
future or whatever.
TRANCE:
No. I see possible futures. Even
ones that are incredibly,
unbelievably unlikely.
HARPER:
You know... I can vaguely remember
some pretty freaky, crazy stuff
happening the last few years. Some
place called Seefra?
TRANCE:
Yeah. That was unlikely.
HARPER:
A little. Are you saying that it
never really happened?
TRANCE:
I’m saying that it may happen.
it’s a possibility. There are lots
and lots of possibilities. That’s
what?s great about the future. You
can change it. Not like the past.
HARPER:
So where are you? Right now?
TRANCE:
The same place I always am. In the
present.
(frowns)
At this moment, I’m trying to
decide whether to save you... or
let you die and save Hohne.
HARPER:
The tesseracting thing.
TRANCE:
Yeah.
HARPER:
But... you have a tail.
TRANCE:
I?ve always had a tail.
HARPER:
Until it got shot off.
TRANCE:
Harper, I?ve come back to life
after being dead. You really think
I can?t regrow a tail?
HARPER:
You know, you kinda scare me
sometimes.
TRANCE:
Sorry.
HARPER:
So everything I remember after that
mess with the tesseract... or
everything I don’t remember... it’s
all just your imagination?
TRANCE:
No. It exists. But only in
theory. Like I said... probability
waves. Although... well, the truth
is... I have kinda been...
daydreaming. Letting myself dwell
on more and more unlikely scenarios
in an effort to get an outcome that
was... I don’t know... more
appealing than the one I knew
was... well... best.
HARPER:
Shouldn?t the best future be the
most appealing?
TRANCE:
It should. But it wasn’t.
Trance reaches up with her tail and strokes Harper?s cheek.
TRANCE:
Because some people I cared about
were going to get very hurt.
HARPER:
Including me?
TRANCE:
I?ve been trying to find a happy
ending where that won?t happen.
HARPER:
And have you?
TRANCE:
No, not really.
Trance looks back out at the stars.
TRANCE:
I suppose I should start at the
beginning.
HARPER:
You, me, Beka, and Rev on the Maru?
I can remember that part.
TRANCE:
No. The real beginning. The ?In
the beginning? beginning. Once
upon a time, there was matter. And
energy. And Love. And Love meant
that all the matter and all the
energy were all bound very tightly
together in one place.
HARPER:
Errr... like before the Big Bang?
TRANCE:
Exactly. And then something new
came along. Something that wasn’t
Love.
HARPER:
Hate?
TRANCE:
Worse. Boredom. Some parts of the
matter and energy wanted something
new. Something different. They
became... distinct. Adversarial.
In reaction, other individuals
arose. Those who wanted Love to
continue. Two factions. Who
fought a war in Heaven.
HARPER:
A war in Heaven? Like angels and
devils and stuff?
TRANCE:
Exactly.
Harper’s got a sneaking suspicion. One he?s afraid to confirm, but he can?t help himself.
HARPER:
Which side were you on?
Trance waves her pointy prehensile tail in front of Harper?s face.
TRANCE:
The tail is a dead giveaway.
That’s why I let them shoot it off.
Harper still can?t believe it.
HARPER:
A real live devil? Horns?
Pitchfork?
TRANCE:
We called ourselves... well, the
best translation is
?Lightbringers.? But maybe it’s
more accurate to use the Latin.
You know any Latin?
Harper feels his data port.
HARPER:
I think I left that chip back in my
quarters.
TRANCE:
In Latin, the word for
“Lightbringer” is “Lucifer.”
Harper is seriously freaked out.
HARPER:
My best friend is the devil.
Trance looks moved.
TRANCE:
I’m your best friend? Harper,
That’s so sweet.
HARPER:
Uh... you?re welcome?
TRANCE:
So. We fought a war. Against
Love. We won. And when it was
done... we blew up Heaven.
HARPER:
The Big Bang?
TRANCE:
The Lucifers caused everything to
explode. Energy. Life.
Excitement. The end to boredom.
As the Lucifers blasted the
universe into existence, we
gathered matter and energy around
ourselves. And we burned. Oh, how
we burned.
Trance looks out at the stars. Revealing her tattoo. A sun with a face.
TRANCE:
And we?re still burning. Today.
HARPER:
Suns.
TRANCE:
Suns. Lucifers. Devils.
(a beat)
But Love didn?t die in the War.
Love still existed. And Love
wanted to restore Heaven. By
collapsing existence back into
itself.
HARPER:
You?re saying the Spirit of the
Abyss... is... God?
TRANCE:
No. Harper, if there?s a God, it’s
greater than you or me or the
Abyss. it’s beyond all meaning.
All understanding. The Abyss is
just the other side of the coin.
The Lucifers want energy, chaos,
expansion. The Abyss wants
harmony, order, singularity.
HARPER:
So on one side... Love. On the
other...
TRANCE:
Blowing Things Up.
Trance puts on her best &lrquo;school teacher” expression.
TRANCE:
it’s the tension between these two
forces... Love on one side and
Blowing Things Up on the other that
makes everything possible. Except
there was a problem. In the end,
we knew... Love was going to win.
In the End, everything was going to
collapse back down into singularity
again.
HARPER:
And you know that because you can
see the future?
TRANCE:
No. Because it’s happened before.
Many times. The Universe explodes
into existence, thrives, then
collapses back on itself.
Everything ends. Eventually, the
Lucifers arise again. And
everything explodes. Again.
Expansion, contraction, expansion,
contraction. We even created a
device, a way of ensuring that the
explosion would always happen. We
called it the Engine of Creation.
(concerned)
Are you following all of this?
HARPER:
I have no idea. But keep going.
TRANCE: Unfortunately, this time around, Love wasn’t willing to wait for the normal dance. Love tried to force the end to come early. And to make sure that there would never be another explosion again. We couldn?t have that. So we fought back. We made a plan to annihilate Love. To make sure that the Universe never collapsed again. We incarnated ourselves as avatars, projecting our consciousnesses into fabricated bodies connected to our home suns through the Slipstream. Then, as avatars, we used our ability to foresee probabilities and try to force existence to take a different path. And That’s where you come in.
HARPER:
Me?
TRANCE:
You. Dylan. Beka. Tyr. Rev Bem.
Andromeda. In our projections, you
were six very important people.
Separately, you would all do great
things. But our projections showed
that together, you might do the
impossible. Together, you might
destroy the Abyss and end the war.
It was my job to bring you
together. To manipulate you. To
make sure you did what was
necessary to bring about the best
of all possible worlds. The
Perfect Possible Future.
Trance shakes her head.
TRANCE:
Only... there was a problem. I
started to like you.
HARPER:
And That’s bad?
TRANCE:
People who do great things... they
don’t always enjoy it. The Perfect
Possible Future for me and my
brothers and sisters... wasn’t
necessarily the best of all
possible worlds for you.
HARPER:
(imitating a buzzer)
Buzzzz. Vagueness.
TRANCE:
Okay. Specifics. Let?s start with
Tyr. In the Perfect Possible
Future... Tyr Anasazi, out of
Victoria, by Barbarossa... becomes
the greatest military leader in the
universe.
Using his child as a figurehead, he unites the Nietzscheans. He establishes an Empire. He drives his enemies before him. He hears the lamentations of their women.
HARPER:
Man. And Dylan lets him?
TRANCE:
Dylan has his own fate. Dylan
Hunt, with the help of his
legendary ship, the Andromeda
Ascendent, re-establishes the
Commonwealth. Fear of Tyr and the
Magog help him unite the Than, the
Perseids, and many others into a
great society. Dylan proves
himself over and over as a great
leader. And eventually he leads
his new Commonwealth into a great
war against Tyr and Tyr?s allies.
And then there?s Rev...
HARPER:
Rev. I miss Rev.
TRANCE:
He?s happier where he is now.
Happier, but not as great.
(a beat)
The Wayist Church hasn?t had a
Magog leader since it’s founding.
But Rev Bem... Behemial
Fartraveller... in the Perfect
Possible Future, he changes all
that. Rising to the top of his
Church, backed by a fanatical army
of Wayist Magog and devoted
believers... Rev Bem creates a
third great nation. A religious
state an equal to both the
Commonwealth and the Nietzschean
Empire. And then...
She looks to Harper...
TRANCE:
The fourth great state arises. Led
by... you.
HARPER:
Me?
TRANCE:
You.
HARPER:
I’m just an engineer.
TRANCE:
Exactly.
HARPER:
All I know are machines.
TRANCE:
Yes.
HARPER:
Then how...?
TRANCE:
The Consensus of Parts.
HARPER:
Those freaky machine-thingies? I
was supposed to lead them?
TRANCE:
No. You were to become them.
(gently)
Bit by bit, in our adventures, you,
Harper, lose yourself. Literally.
An arm at first. A leg. An eye.
In time, you become less a man and
more... machine. At the very end,
in a battle with the Consensus,
when they try to absorb Andromeda
and the Commonwealth fleet... you
absorb them instead. Your mind,
your consciousness, spreads like a
virus through the entire Consensus.
You cease to exist as a man... and
become a nation.
HARPER:
Me?
TRANCE:
You.
HARPER:
So if my mind goes out into the Consensus... my body...? Dies.
HARPER:
Wow.
(a beat)
That... that kinda sucks, honestly.
TRANCE:
Yeah. I know.
Trance is actually crying a little. She turns to Harper.
TRANCE:
I couldn?t do it, Harper. I
couldn?t create a future where that
happened to you. So I tried to
find another way. A way that was
easier. Happier. More...
appealing. Less complicated.
HARPER:
You threw out the entire future...
for me?
TRANCE:
I wanted so badly to save you.
There were those... those with even
more power than me... that wanted
things to be different. They
wanted you... eliminated. Right
from the start. They wanted me
replaced. So a lot of what I
did... too much maybe... I did to
protect you. To protect me. Beka.
Tyr. Rev Bem. I wanted to keep
you all safe. Alive.
HARPER:
But not Dylan?
TRANCE:
In all the possibilities, Dylan was
indispensable. He was the chosen
of the great powers. He was always
going to be there. In some
possibilities, he was destined to
become truly great. In some, he
went mad. In still others, he
warped the entire Commonwealth to
suit his own ends. But there had
to be a Dylan. Without Dylan,
nothing was possible. With him...
Great things could happen. I tried
to make Dylan great. I wanted him
to be remembered as the greatest
hero of this or any age. You,
Beka, Tyr, Rev Bem, me, our very
existences were always in question.
Rommie was safe. In any scenario,
she would always be there,
beautiful, deadly, brilliant,
loyal. And Dylan... his survival
was assured. Whatever happened
would begin and end with him. What
was always at stake for Captain
Dylan Hunt... was his soul. Would
he do what was right to achieve his
goals? What compromises would he
make? What betrayals and at what
cost?
Harper is still trying to digest all this. And then he realizes...
HARPER:
Beka. You haven?t said what
happens to Beka.
TRANCE:
Beka.
Trance shakes her head sadly.
TRANCE:
The Perfect Possible Future... was
always in the hands of Beka.
HARPER:
Beka... I always thought Dylan...
TRANCE:
Dylan is crucial. Dylan is the
catalyst. And the heart. But at
the final crisis point... the final
decision... it all comes down to
Beka. And the Engine of Creation.
HARPER:
The Big Bang Machine? The reset
button for the Universe?
TRANCE:
Beka is obsessed with the Engine.
Because she knows it can change...
everything. With the Engine, she
could remake reality.
Work miracles. Right wrongs. She could make her brother safe. Find her mother. Even bring her father back to life. So in the Perfect Possible Future, Beka locates the many parts of the Engine. She puts them together. She recreates the Engine of Creation.
HARPER:
And lives happily ever after?
TRANCE:
No. Because the Engine wants to be
used. It becomes part of her. It
literally melds with her. And
makes her... like a god. But the
more she uses that power... to
bring Ignatius Valentine back to
life, to fix the Andromeda when the
ship gets torn apart... to
resurrect an entire world, the more
she loses herself. And the more
the Engine tempts her to fix...
everything. To crunch the Universe
back down to a singularity, then
start all over again. War.
Explosion. Love and Blowing Things
Up. The entire dance.
HARPER:
So how?s it end?
TRANCE:
There?s a terrible war. Dylan and
the Commonwealth against Tyr and
Nietzscheans at first. Then you,
the Consensus. Rev. The Wayists.
And then you?re all swept into an
even bigger war. Between the Magog
backed by the Abyss. And the
Pyrians backed by the Lucifers.
With the help of you, Tyr, Rev and
Rommie, Dylan manages to unite all
the forces arrayed against him into
one unified front. The
Commonwealth is reborn, but now it
includes the Nietzscheans, the
Wayists and the Consensus. He even
forces the Vedrans out of hiding.
With his friends and allies at his
side, Dylan comes to aid the
Pyrians in their fight against the
Abyss. But it’s not enough.
The Abyss is too strong. So Dylan
realizes, the only way to win is to
destroy the Abyss. And the only
one who can do that... is Beka.
HARPER:
So Beka takes on the Abyss?
TRANCE:
The seven of us are reunited for
one last mission. In a heroic
journey, against impossible odds,
Dylan takes us on the Andromeda to
a place in the Slipstream where
everything began and everything
will end. The singularity. There,
while Dylan and you and Tyr and Rev
and Rommie and I battle endless
waves of horrifying foes, Beka
confronts the Abyss. In the
original plan, the plan I was
supposed to make come true, Beka
kills the Abyss... But I stopped
believing that was the best
outcome. So instead, in the
Perfect Possible Future, Beka
realizes something...
Trance frowns.
TRANCE:
If she destroys the Abyss, the
balance will be broken. The
tension between Chaos and Order,
Life and Death, Expansion and
Contraction, will end. But if she
lets the Abyss win, everyone she
knows and loves will die. And
neither of those endings are really
all that great. So instead, she
does the only thing she can do.
She loves.
Trance gets a distant look.
TRANCE:
She loves you all already. Like a
mother and a sister and a daughter
and a wife. So she expands that
love. She learns to love the
conflict. She learns to love the
peace. She learns to love all of
creation. Every part of it, good
and bad. Even the broken places.
And then... she embraces the Abyss.
And becomes it.
HARPER:
Beka becomes God?
TRANCE:
I told you, the Abyss isn?t God.
What Beka becomes is Love. But
more than Love. Because Beka
understands that Love isn?t enough.
That pain and conflict and struggle
are part of life, too. Beka
becomes... everything. And
everything can?t war with itself.
So the war... ends.
HARPER:
And Beka... what? Dies?
TRANCE:
Apotheosizes. Technically. But
yes, Beka as you know her... ceases
to exist.
HARPER:
That is seriously freaky.
TRANCE:
it’s as freaky as it gets.
HARPER:
And the rest of us?
TRANCE:
it’s hard to say. In some
versions, some live, others die.
In others, others live, some die.
If you die, you die so others might
live. And if you live, you do so
because others have died. There is
no victory without blood. No birth
without pain. But no matter how it
resolves... one thing is always the
same.
HARPER:
I get laid? Tell me I get laid.
TRANCE:
Better. You become a legend. You
all do. We all do. Captain Dylan
Hunt, Captain Beka Valentine.
Tyr Anasazi, the Emperor of the
Nietzscheans. The Reverend
Behemial, Voice of the Way. Seamus
Zelanzy Harper, the Soul of the
Machine. Trance Gemini, Lucifer,
Solar Avatar... troublemaker. And
the Andromeda Ascendent, the
greatest, the most powerful, the
most beautiful and the most
sarcastic starship that ever sailed
the Slipstream. And for
generations, our exploits live on
in memory, serving as an example
and an inspiration to all who hear
the tale. The end.
Harper thinks about it for a long moment.
HARPER:
You know... that doesn’t suck.
TRANCE:
Seriously?
HARPER:
I mean, I get it. I die. More or
less. Beka dies. Kinda. And
maybe you or Tyr or Rev dies.
Maybe even Dylan dies. But it’s
all worth it. it’s all for
something. And That’s what
matters, right?
TRANCE:
it’s not the easiest way, Harper.
it’s not the prettiest... or the
simplest... It may not even be a
way that, in the end, everyone
understands. Sometimes it’s funny.
Sometimes it’s sad. But it’s also
complicated, and messy, and loud.
HARPER:
But it’s not boring. And That’s
the only things worse than hate,
right? Boredom?
TRANCE:
(smiles)
it’s never boring.
Harper shakes his head.
HARPER:
So now what?
TRANCE:
What do you mean?
HARPER:
Now that we?ve had our talk,
what...? I cease to exist? This
little possible future ends and you
start the real thing?
TRANCE:
Right now, there is no real thing,
Harper. Right now there are only
possibilities. Illusions. Stories
that may or may not have any
meaning. I?ve laid out one, the
one that I can see clearest. But
there are limitless others.
Whatever you can imagine might
happen... might happen. And who
knows... what you imagine might be
even better than my Perfect
Possible Future. Who am I to say
that my way is right and yours is
wrong?
HARPER:
Trance. You?re Trance. You always
were.
Trance turns and gives Harper a kiss on the cheek. it’s tender, simple, and speaks volumes.
TRANCE:
Whatever happens... I’m glad it
happened at all. I’m glad I got to
play in this world. I’m glad I got
to know you all. it’s been...
well, it’s been a hell of a ride.
And I wouldn?t have missed it for
the world.
HARPER:
Me neither.
Harper doesn’t know what to say next.
HARPER:
I guess I should go. You know...
so I can cease to exist and you can
decide how it all ends.
But Trance places her tail on Harper?s shoulder and looks out at the stars.
TRANCE:
Not yet. Stay with me for a little
while more. And just... look at
the stars.
Harper considers everything he?s just heard, and then...
HARPER:
Look at the stars? I can do that.
Harper turns toward the endless starscape and he and Trance consider... well... everything.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
EXT. SPACE - ANDROMEDA ASCENDENT
We see, in all its glory, the Andromeda Ascendant, the greatest, the most powerful, the most beautiful starship ever. As it turns. And crackles with energy. And...
JUMPS TO SLIPSTREAM
And then it’s gone. And then:
WHITE LETTERS OVER BLACK
One more quote. For old time’s sake:
“The poem is never done.
The music never ends.
Not so long as you remember the words.
Not so long as echoes remain.”
ULATEMPA POETESS, "Rhythms" CY 9825
And on this we...
FADE OUT.
THE END