Æon Flux: [Sithandra'so feet was turned into a second set of hands] How are the modifications?
Sithandra: [scoops up firearm with one of her extra hands, holsters dagger with the other] Useful. You should have it done.
Æon Flux: I like my shoes.
[while getting bullets out of Trevor Goodchild's body]
Æon Flux: Did any of them manage to miss you?
[Æon plans to destroy the Relico]
Trevor Goodchild: This isn't the answer, Æon! There's no guarantee I can find the cure again! Cloning is all we have!
Æon Flux: It's not enough! Our minds are unravelling and every time you bring us back it gets worse!
Trevor Goodchild: If you do this, we end!
Æon
Flux: We're meant to die - that's what makes anything about us matter. Living like this is torture - we're just ghosts...
Trevor Goodchild: That's not how I feel - not now...
[Æon, looking for an explanation, hands Trevor the photo she found in his lab. He takes it from her without a word and sets off]
Æon Flux: Trevor... the name you called me?
Trevor Goodchild: ...Catherine.
Æon Flux: That was my name...
Trevor Goodchild: You were my wife. We had a life together just
like anybody else...
Æon Flux: [grabbing his hand] Wait! You need to tell me!
Trevor Goodchild: I lost you during the disease and you couldn't be brought back. I've lived and died seven times since then, and each time I taught myself about you. You were an idea I kept alive, something I had to imagine. But when I saw you, what I felt was real, and I
knew you, I remembered you. What we had together has survived all that time...
Æon Flux: ...and I was looking for you.
Trevor Goodchild: ...and I've been waiting.
Æon Flux: We were different people.
Trevor Goodchild: We were.
Æon Flux: Those people are gone...
Trevor Goodchild: ...but something in them came back.
Æon Flux: You cloned her...
Trevor Goodchild: I cloned everybody.
[first lines]
Æon Flux: [narrating] Some called Bregna the perfect society. Some call it the height of human civilization. But others know better. The Goodchilds built Bregna to ensure us a future. They built the Relico, a memorial to remind us of what we've survived. They built walls to protect us. They tell us that outside, nature has retaken the world. But the real
problems lie within. We are haunted by sorrows we cannot name. People disappear and our government denies these crimes. The Goodchild regime provides for us, as long as we stay quiet. So we trade freedom for a gilded cage. But there are rebels who refuse to make that trade, who fight to overthrow a government that silences us, who fight in the name of the disappeared. They call themselves the
Monicans. I am one of them.
Trevor Goodchild: There was a complication when we cured the industrial disease. The vaccine had an unintended side effect: sterility. Only one more generation of our species could survive. It was a desperate time. Cloning had never been used on humans, successfully. Now when a person dies, their DNA is recycled. Oren and I built the Relico to store DNA and to conceal the cloning
process. The Keeper finds a suitable couple and using food additives, we induce a chemical pregnancy. When a woman comes in for an exam, we implant a cloned embryo. From there things happen naturally. In nine months, a citizen who died is reborn. For seven generations, Oren and I have cloned ourselves, taught ourselves, so that I could keep trying to find a cure... while we all live on.
Æon Flux: That's what we are? Copies?
Trevor Goodchild: We're more than that! It wasn't supposed to be permanent - I've been trying to cure the infertility. Una was part of my test groups. Oren lied to me - he told me her test had failed, like the others. But she had become pregnant. He killed all my subjects, your sister included.
Æon
Flux: He killed her because he was pregnant...
Trevor Goodchild: Una didn't know it, but her baby would have been one of the first new children in 400 years. Oren's changed - he doesn't want to go back, he doesn't want a cure...
Æon Flux: He wants to live forever.
[Æon has set bombs aboard the Relico]
Æon Flux: I have to end it.
Keeper: Yes...
[nods]
Keeper: start over...
Æon Flux: What about you?
Keeper: [a weary smile on his face] I've waited 400 years for this day.
[shakes his head]
Keeper: I'm
tired.
[Æon turns to leave]
Keeper: [calling after her] Stay alive, Æon! You are needed!
Claudius: We're sick. And Trevor's trying to cure us. That's all I know.
Æon Flux: [reaches for a vial concealed in her high heels] Trevor tried to dope me. Tell me what's in this.
Claudius: [examines the vial with a glass contraption] It's a message.
Æon Flux: Well, what does it say?
Claudius: You have to drink it. That's how it works.
Trevor Goodchild: [to Aeon, in her cell] Catherine?
[she wakes up and take in the cell, before Trevor appears]
Trevor Goodchild: Aeon?
Æon Flux: You called me by another name earlier.
Trevor Goodchild: I did and you let me live.
Æon Flux: [provokingly] Give me my gun. We'll try
it again.
Trevor Goodchild: [smirks] Maybe later.
Æon Flux: What was that name?
Trevor Goodchild: You know me, don't you?
Æon Flux: [raged] No!
Trevor Goodchild: Do you know who you are?
Æon Flux: I know I came here to kill you.
Trevor
Goodchild: That's why you're in a cell. But we're both still alive for a reason.
[turns to walk away]
Trevor Goodchild: I don't know what this is... but it's good to see you.
Æon Flux: We can't go to a Monican safe house.
Trevor Goodchild: Nowhere's gonna be safe for us.
Trevor Goodchild: This is an empty gesture.
Æon Flux: [cocks assaults rifle] It's a leap of faith.
Trevor Goodchild: It's not for you to decide.