World of Tomorrow (2015) - full transcript

Oh look, it opens up!

Hello Emily.

Hiiiii!

One day, when you
are old enough, you will be

impregnated with a
perfect clone of yourself.

You will later upload
all of your memories into

this healthy new body.

One day, long after that,
you will repeat this process

all over again.

Through this cloning process,
Emily, you will hope

to live forever.



I had lunch today!

I am a third generation
Emily, contacting you from

227 years into your future.

And I would like you to know
that everything is going well

in the transfer and cloning
process, with very few signs

of mental deterioration.

Is that grandma?

No Emily,
i am not your grandmother.

In a sense, you are mine.

I am Emily.

Emily.

For those who cannot
afford the cloning process,

many of our elderly undergo
a full digital transfer of

consciousness, where they can
experience a safe, extended



lifespan of hundreds of years.

Our grandfather's digital
consciousness currently resides

in this cube, where I upload
the latest films and books

for him to enjoy every week.

Grandpa!

We are
also able to download

correspondence from him.

Over 1,000 letters were
received during his first hour

in storage, as this was
approximately four year's time

inside the cube.

I will read one of his
letters to you now:

"Oh. Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Holy mother of god.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh god."

For end-of-life procedures for
our less affluent citizens in

the lower classes, the face of a
deceased loved one can be peeled

off, preserved, and stretched
over the head of a simple

animatronic robot, so
they can still be a part

of someone's life.

Our view-screens allow us to
witness any event in history by

reordering the light impressions
recorded on the subatomic

particles that are in
constant chaos all around us.

It is how I am
watching you now, Emily.

It is how we watch
everything in your time.

Our more recent history is
often just comprised of images

of other people
watching view-screens.

Do you like my cars?

How I'm contacting you
today though, Emily, is through

experimental time travel.

Time travel for physical
beings is a much more difficult

process than sending a message.

If the position of the
orbiting earth is not accurately

calculated, a person
can be sent off the planet.

Many of our brave test clones
are also still regularly

crushed beneath the ground.

Or accidentally deposited
hundreds of thousands

of years into the past.

Time travel is very
often unpredictable,

and still extremely dangerous.

Emily, I shall now use
time travel to bring you

to my current location in time.

Hey!

Butterflies!

Oh!

I saw some pink ones!

The people of
your time were engaged with

something called the Internet.

Welcome, Emily,
to the outernet.

We are now connected
through a neural network.

Green.

Blue!

Some lines are coming out.

Yes, Emily prime,
to the people of your time,

our technology
must seem like magic.

And brown
and brown and green

and blue and green...

That's all the colors I got.

For all of its magic,
the outernet can be a sad place.

Many lonely people from the
lower classes have disappeared

into its safe infinity to
be never heard from again.

Look!

I drawed a triangle!

I drew a snake boy.

But some day you
have to not make a snake boy.

Because yesterday i
didn't see any snake boy

but you made one.

Yes.

Can I do your other.

Golden round things?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Wiggle wiggle wiggle!

Ok.

I have many memories that
i would like to share

with you now, Emily.

We can go visit them together,
like seeing pictures in a book.

Please follow me
into the window.

Circle!

When I was your age,
there was a controversial

new exhibit in the
modern art museum.

An artist placed a clone on
display in a stasis tube.

A child without a brain
that the public could watch

grow old in real time.

Can you smell the floor Polish?

The museum's antiseptic
but musty odor of countless

generations in passing.

What is his name?

Museum visitors
nicknamed the body "David,"

and it became
a popular attraction.

Regular visitors
ate lunch in his wing.

Classrooms of children
came to learn about anatomy.

People who'd speak
quietly to him in the night.

People who'd pay him a visit
whenever they found themselves

back in the city
and remembered he was there.

It has a
new one, it says its old.

Yes.

David grows older
and older until he dies

at the age of seventy two.

He is quietly removed from
display without publicity,

as per the artist's
original instructions.

He is mourned and deeply
missed throughout the city.

I can still remember its eyes...

Its blinking eyes.

Eyes!

There's something in my museum

and they don't move.

And I hear somebody
talking a lot.

Yes.

That is the memory
i just shared with you.

Because I have brought
you inside of it, you are

now mistaking the
memory for your own.

Okay.

We mustn't linger.

It is easy to get
lost in memories.

My first job was
supervising robots on the moon.

Are you familiar with robots?

Yes,
i always like robots.

I have a red robot
and a pink robot.

I enjoyed
working with them.

I enjoyed the solitude.

The robots are
solar powered, and must

always be kept on the light
side of the moon's surface.

In order to motivate them to
constantly move within the

drifting sunlight, I programmed
them to fear death and what lies

on the dark side of the moon.

It's
getting dark outside!

It was here,
on the moon, that I fell

in love with a rock.

I did not understand my mental
and emotional shortcomings at

the time and only knew
that I found this rock to

be immensely attractive.

It was sparkly.

The economy on the lunar surface
went through a recession and

I was sent home
after six cycles.

My rock and I were separated.

But the robots were too
expensive to remove.

To this day, they are
in perpetual movement

across the sunlight.

With no more work to do,
no more tasks to accomplish,

still living in constant fear
of death, and occasionally

sending us depressed poetry.

I will read one of their
poems to you now, Emily.

"The light is the life.

Robot must move.

Move, robot, move.

But why?

Move, move, move.

Robot.

Forever move."

I was relocated to supervise
the construction robots on

the boundary of the
keeowah, in deep space.

Keeowah!

It was there that i
fell in love with a fuel pump.

This part of my life continued
to develop, and it was much

more satisfying than the rock.

In one of the tropical
moon caves, I found an

abandoned nest of eggs.

It's purple!

You open the lids like
that and they open up.

What is that?

A monster.

That's his mouth?

No, that's his mouth.

Stop it you silly thing!

I named it Simon.

Simon!

Yes.

Again you think you remember
because you are experiencing a

memory from my point of view.

Yeah.

Simon grew up and
followed me around for 7 years,

saying unintelligible things.

We fell in love.

For vacations, we sailed
in balloons on Mars.

He's flying!

But I missed my home.

I missed something deeper.

Did you miss me?

Yes.

At birth, I had inherited
from you the memory of myself

meeting you right now.

What?

I made a decision to
be reassigned to earth and

spend more time with people.

These became the
happiest years of my life.

But Simon was inconsolable.

For many years, memories could
only be harvested from the dead.

The images were fished out
blindly from random clusters

of neurons and looked like this.

I opened an art gallery of
anonymous memories, and it

was here that I met my husband.

He was a clone as well,
from the same source as David,

the boy in the tube I felt
i had known all my life.

Only now his beautiful sparkly
eyes were lit with the mind

of his prime: A David
from over 400 years ago.

As an older clone, he showed
many signs of deterioration.

But I loved him, as
though we were originals.

He died suddenly, and David's
line was permanently ended.

That is the thing about
the present, Emily prime.

You only appreciate
it when it is the past.

I harvested his memories and
they still bring me happiness.

This is one my favorite
of his memories and

I cannot explain why.

He is descending a staircase
and sees a large plant blowing

in the wind, flopping its
fronds together in a sort

of plant applause.

I have viewed this
memory over 6,000 times.

You missed him.

I do not have the
mental or emotional capacity

to deal with his loss.

But sometimes, I sit
in a chair late at night

and quietly feel very bad.

When the night is at its most
quiet, I can hear death.

I am very proud of my
sadness because it means

I am more alive.

I no longer fall
in love with rocks.

In 60 days from now, a meteor
will strike the earth and most

everyone here will die horribly.

Our wealthiest individuals
are now uploading their digital

consciousnesses into cubes
that they are launching

into deep space.

Our lower classes are
desperately trying to escape

the meteor through discount time
travel, causing untold millions

to die in orbit.

Their dead bodies burn as
they return to earth and now

light up our night sky.

What's
this up in the sky?

Dead bodies!

Look another one!

Yes.

It is very pretty.

They're ok?

No.

They're all dead.

I'll count them!

We are all doomed,
Emily prime.

Even those on the
interplanetary ports.

They are rumored to be burying
the clones of world leaders

beneath the earth.

Emily prime, there
is another reason I have

contacted you today.

You retain an early memory
that I have forgotten that

was very important to me.

I wish to retrieve it
from you before I die.

I shall extract this
memory from you now.

This is me.

And mommy.

This is me and mommy walking.

This is me and mommy walking.

A rainbow!

Thank you, Emily.

This will bring me great
comfort in the days ahead.

This is your future,
Emily prime.

It is sometimes a sad life
and it is a long life.

You will feel a deep
longing for something

you cannot quite remember.

It will be a beautiful visit.

And then we shall share
the same fate as the rest

of the human race:
Dying horribly.

The advice I give you now is the
advice I remember receiving from

myself at your age in this
moment, so I cannot be

certain where it
actually originated from:

Do not lose time on
daily trivialities.

Do not dwell on petty detail.

For all of these things melt
away and drift apart within

the obscure traffic of time.

Live well and live broadly.

You are alive and living now.

Now is the envy
of all of the dead.

Ok!

Thank you,
Emily prime.

It has been an honor to meet
you and a joy to emerge from

your 3rd generation birth canal.

I shall now return you to
your home and current time.

I will not contact you again.

Goodbye.

What a happy day it is!