Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Human Reaction
By Jacob Clifton | Season 1 | Episode 16 | Aired on 08.19.1999
Cut to John storming toward the facility hangar as Wilson pulls a gun. "Just stop!" John tells him. John's not having it, as the vans pull up and soldiers jump out, and he's just laughing, on top of it all, no doubt now, no fear. "Make me. You're not gonna shoot. You're not even Wilson." The thing with John and Aeryn is that he's the intuitive one, the dreamer, and she's the warrior, the hard one. She couldn't have figured this out any more than he could have been the one to escape and knock that first guard out. Without sacrificing John's masculinity, or Aeryn's femininity. (If this were The Apprentice I'd give you a quiz: compare and contrast with, say, Laura and Bill from Battlestar: the intuitive male dove warrior, the hardcore female hawk civilian.) Wilson: "Where's the female alien?" But John's so over the whole thing that he barely spares a glance. "I'm going to talk to the man in charge, and we both know it ain't you." Ben Browder's that boring kind of hot that never stops being hot, but never stops being so obvious that you don't need to mention it; nevertheless, Crichton's most beautiful when he knows he's right, without a slip of doubt. God knows it happens rarely enough, due to him being a fuckup.
John comes upon Jack, who sits alone in a chair, in the middle of an empty hangar. They are quiet with each other for a moment. "Who are you?" asks John. The question he's been asking since he was five; the question without an answer except for what his newly sci-fi life might provide. "You did well, John," says Jack, not looking up. "Most species don't do as well." John asks what the whole world really is, in this dream. "Everything here is a physical creation from your memory," Jack says, and John responds that Jack's not real. "Well," he says, and looks up. He's not totally proud of the shit he has been perpetrating. "I'm not your father." It's telling that John has processed that -- what's less surprising than another disappointment? -- and goes right to "And what about my friends?" Jack, to an increasingly close-to-freakout John, says, "They were investigating the wormhole we'd created from your memory, so we decided to use them in our trial." D'Argo and Rygel appear in glass compartments off to the side. "Crichton, enough is enough," says D'Argo, who's in no mood. "Get us back home." John's so relieved that Rygel is still alive, but of course, since this is the real Rygel, he couldn't care less about all the John-related bullshit: "Kill me? These people treated me splendidly!" Jack looks at John, hoping he'll chill out. See? "They gave me marjools, Crichton! Lovely Hynerian marjools! Mmmm!" Fucking Rygel. He slurps down some kind of disgusting spiny snails. "Whoever you are, I thank you!"
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