Miracle Day: Escape to LA
Aug. 4th, 2011 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylNice camp turn from the biker landlord. "We can order that spare server..." Ah, Alias territory. Great sunny backdrop for Gwen's complaining phone call. "Is that a seagull?" "Er... It's a woman... On the rampage. A mad woman. " Eve Myles may have the best accent on god's green earth! Howells has made it to LA. Jack paraphrases the opening of chapter 27 of Middlemarch:
An eminent philosopher among my friends, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the serene light of science, has shown me this pregnant little fact. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and lo! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun. It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection. These things are a parable. The scratches are events, and the candle is the egoism of any person now absent...
Danes' thing with the bottles of water has a nice feeling of ritual to it. Kitzinger reveals her true feelings for once. Danes' experience an internet predator comes in handy: he recognises the patterns of a bunch of fellow creeps. Nice arch look from Kitzinger. Rex, too, has family issues: his estranged father's dealing black market pharma. I like Esther's hippy-chick mufti. She seems to be the only one worried about recognition — Jack, Gwen and Rex have all stuck with their established wardrobes. Cue Alias retread: server 113 == server 13 in Phase One and the biometrics thing exactly mirrors the ones in The Solution... OK, Gwen's American accent? Excruciating. "You're so never doing that accent again." "I'm mortified! I'm absolutely mortified" Serious lantern hanging.
The plague hospital has become a dumping ground. "The hospices are closing down" Why? Surely they're best placed to deal with the consequences of the Miracle. Again with the impractical shoes, Dr J. Danes trumps Hartley Monroe with his messianic stunt. "This is disgusting." "I know!" Kitzinger is manically excited.
Howells, too, has worked out how to crack Phicorp's security system. I wonder if his method involves a spork? And what does this say about his links with Phicorp if he needs to break in? A lesson in trashing hard discs with a blow lamp. Es learns that actions have consequences. I take it back: Gwen seems to have raided Vera's wardrobe. Nice choice of alias. The old phone divert trick? OK, this is getting ridiculous. "Whoever wears heels to work is heroic. Why do women put up with these things?" Gwen speaks for anyone who's ever wondered about Es and Vera's absurd footware. The disc draws seem to use RJ45 connectors. Rex realises the Awful Troof, just before the Awful Troof turns up and brains Gwenie. Jack makes a schoolboy error. Howells unburdens while Rex takes up tower running. The Miracle relates to something Jack gave someone a long time ago. "A miracle's yet to come. A new society being forged here on earth and I'd like to guarantee my place." All very millenarian. "They are everywhere. They are always. They are no-one." Sinister. "They once had names. Long ago. And those names..." And Rex shoots him.
Danes is trending, replacing the missing Ellis Hartley Monroe at a rally. The triangle speaks, repeating Howells' mantra about identity. And, ooh, talk about a sticky end. Es ties the conspiracy back to the overflow camps and plague hospitals. And Reece's Good News is suddenly Bad News and we've got a cliffhanger ending...
