Look, listen, kneel, pray.

The commercials!

We're not productive anymore. Don't make things anymore. It's all automated.

What are we for then? We're consumers, Jim.

Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen.

But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, what are you then?

What? You're mentally ill.

Fact, Jim. Fact! If you don't buy things: toilet paper, new cars,

electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain-implanted headphones,

screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers-

Take it easy, Jeffrey.

Be calm!

Right.

That's right. You're a very attractive woman.

Hah!

If you want to watch a particular television program, like All My Children,

you can go to the charge nurse and tell her the day, the time the show you wanna see is on.

But you have to tell her before the show is scheduled to be on.

There was this guy, and he was always requesting shows that had already played.

Yes. No. You have to tell her before.

He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday.

She couldn't turn back time! Thank you, Einstein.

Now he, he was nuts. He was a fruitcake, Jim.

Okay, that's it, Jeffrey. You're gonna get a shot.

I warned you. right. Right, Right, right.

I got a little carried away...

explaining the inner workings of the institution to Jim.

Hmm? Hmm?

I don't really come from outer space.

Oh. L.J. Washington. He doesn't really come from outer space.

Don't mock me, my friend.

Get outta my chair!

It's a condition of mental divergence.

I find myself on the planet Ogo.

Part of an intellectual elite...

preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto.

But even though this is a totally convincing reality for me in every way,

nevertheless, Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche.

I am mentally divergent...

in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities...

that plague my life here.

When I stop going there, I will be well.

Are you also divergent, friend?