| Paradox Part One |
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1. Int Travel Agents WE HEAR THE SOUNDS OF A BUSY SHOP, MUMBLED VOICES OF CUSTOMERS AND AGENCY STAFF. STEPHEN: Hello Elena. ELENA: (SURPRISED) Stephen! What are you doing here? STEPHEN: I fancied getting away from it all for a few days and taking a holiday. ELENA: (TP) I'm sure there are far more interesting places for you to visit than anything I can offer. I recall you mentioning red dolphins once before… STEPHEN: (TP) The way I feel at the moment interesting is not one of my criteria's. All I want is to do is relax and feel human again. You know ordinary, like other people. STRANGER: (INTERRUPTING) Excuse me young lady, do you work here? ELENA: Yes Madame, how can I help you? STRANGER: My husband and I want to see the pyramids. It's our 25th wedding anniversary and we always promised we'd go there. Can you show me some appropriate brochures? If it's not too much trouble. STEPHEN: (TP) Poor man. Fancy being married to that battle-axe for 25 years. ELENA: Of course Madame. Egypt is a most interesting place to visit. Have you considered a Nile cruise? (FADE DOWN AS THEY MOVE AWAY) ELENA: (TP) Sorry about that Stephen. So you want a holiday… hmmm lets see if I can find something mundane and boring enough for you. (BOTH LAUGH) STEPHEN: (TP) Those poor people. They think the pyramids were built by the ancient Egyptians. ELENA: (TP) Weren't they? STEPHEN: (TP) Of course not! Didn't John ever tell you? They were built by a race called the Kulthan, who used them to store their equipment. Every Kulthan pyramid has an underground chamber accessible only through a secret doorway. ELENA: (TP) Why do I get the feeling you're pulling my leg? STEPHEN: (TP) Honestly. I'll prove it to you, if you like. We could jaunt over there after you finish work. ELENA: (TP) We're not likely to bump into any of these Kulthan are we? STEPHEN: (TP) Don't worry. The Kulthan left Earth centuries ago. It's lucky for us that they did. They're particularly nasty bunch. They colonise primitive worlds with emergent telepathic species and have the locals round up anyone with special powers to be sacrificed. They don't actually kill them of course. It's much worse than that! ELENA: (TP) What could be worse? STEPHEN: (TP) They eat them!
2. Int Museum WE HEAR THE SOFT MUMBLING OF PEOPLE IN A MUSEUM, THE SOUND OF FEET WALKING THROUGH ECHOY HALL WAYS ETC. SECURITY GUARD: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. The museum will be closing in five minutes. I repeat five minutes. Will you please make your way towards the exit. WE HEAR THE CROWD MOVING OFF. SECURITY GUARD: Hey sunshine. That means you too. You can't stay here all night. Now move along. JEDIKIAH: What…Can't you people give me any peace? SECURITY GUARD: I said the museum closes in five minutes didn't you hear me? JEDIKIAH: But this is so interesting…I've never seen a Roman artifact with such unusual markings before. I can't leave now. This is too important to wait. SECURITY GUARD: Come on now. Don't be making things difficult for yourself. We have to get everybody out and lock the doors. And that includes you. I can't see what you intellectual types find so fascinating with all this old Roman stuff myself. If you need more time to look at anything you'll just have to come back when they open up in the morning. JEDIKIAH: Morning! I can't wait until morning. I want to see it now. WE HEAR JEDIKIAH SHAKING THE GLASS CABINET. JEDIKIAH: How does this thing open? There's got to be a way for me to get a closer look at that vase? SECURITY GUARD: Hey. Leave that alone. You can't push the exhibits around like that. I've just about had enough of you… this is my last warning… WE HEAR JEDIKIAH SMASH THE GLASS CABINET AND AN ALARM SOUNDS. FOLLOWED BY THE HEAVY FOOTSTEPS OF THE GUARD AS HE APPROACHES. SECURITY GUARD: That's it mate! I'm calling the police. Now put that vase down and step out where I can see you. (SHOUTING) Ken! Hey Ken, come over here I've cornered some damn fool who thinks he can get away with vandalism of public property… what the! No. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. GUNSHOT JEDIKIAH: (EXCITEDLY) Interesting. Very interesting. I haven't seen this language for a hundred years… Who ever this belonged to, they were very stupid to leave instructions for making such a device for someone like me to find.
3. Int The Trig THE ATMOSPHERE IS SERENE WITH FAINT ORCHESTRAL STRAINS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. WE HEAR THE MUMBLED BLEEPS, SQUEAKS ETC. OF VARIOUS ALIEN SPECIES. PETER: I would like to speak to his Excellency Timus Irnok Mosta. FEDERATION OFFICER: I'm sorry but the 'One Mind' is in closed session and cannot be disturbed. PETER: Please convey my sincere apologies to the chair being for the interruption. Tell him that Peter requests an urgent audience regarding a major time rift that the Guardians of Time have detected emanating form the planet Earth. FEDERATION OFFICER: I'll see what I can do.
WE HEAR TIMUS' FOOTSTEPS AS HE APPROACHES RAPIDLY. PETER: Your Excellency, it is an honor. TIMUS: The honor is all mine. It is a rare occurrence that brings one of the Guardians of Time to the Galactic Trig. The officer told me that you have detected a major time rift in the region of space surrounding the planet Earth. PETER: Yes. We're concerned because of the proximity of the Earth to the Galactic Trig. TIMUS: Are you aware that this planet is a closed world and not under the jurisdiction of the Federation? I feel, there fore, that your journey here may have been a waste of time. If you pardon the pun… It would be much more beneficial if you dealt with the Earth authorities directly. PETER: A closed world? But what about the Tomorrow People? Surely the Federation is concerned for their development? TIMUS: (CONFUSED) I am sorry young man but I am not familiar with the people of whom you speak. The Tomorrow people… who are they? INTO THEME WE HEAR A FAINT NEWS BROADCAST IN THE BACKGROUND. THERE IS THE CHINKING OF CHINA PLATES AND SOMEONE POURS COFFEE. THEN A DISTANT VOICE FROM THE HALLWAY GEORGIE: Come on you two. If you don't get a wriggle on you'll be late for school. WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS AS GEORGIE ENTERS THE ROOM AND TAKES A SEAT AT THE TABLE. GEORGIE: And that goes for you too. It's almost eight o'clock and you know what the traffic's like this time in the morning. JOHN: (JOKINGLY) Since when did you get to be so organised? Ever since you took that job with the gallery you've been insufferable. We never seem to have any time together these days. GEORGIE: That's the price you pay for having such a talented wife, in a high-powered position. JOHN: (SIGHS) At least there's the weekend. GEORGIE: Not this week there isn't… (PAUSE) You've forgotten haven't you? It's Charlie's birthday on Saturday and you promised him and his friends a trip to the museum. Don't tell me you completely forgot! JOHN: Not this weekend! I can't. I'm in Stockholm chairing a meeting of the finance committee. You'll have to tell him I'm busy. We'll go another day. GEORGIE: (ANGRILY) I'll do no such thing. He's your son as well. John, you can't keep making promises you don't intend to keep. This is his tenth birthday and he's been looking forward to seeing that Egyptian exhibits for months. This is far more important than any stuffy old board meeting. You'll have to send someone to Stockholm in your place. JOHN: (CONTRITE BUT WITH A HINT OF SARCASM) I can't. You know I can't. As managing director I'm committed to attend every meeting there is. I realise you feel my job interferes with our family life but those private schools don't come cheap you know. (PAUSE) OK. I'll speak to him tonight. He'll understand. I'll make it up to him somehow… maybe we could go to Egypt for a holiday in the summer? GEORGIE: Oh John. That would be wonderful. We haven't had a proper holiday in years. Promise that you'll look into the details as soon as you get back from your meeting. JOHN: I promise. I may spend a lot of time at the office but that doesn't mean my interest in archaeology has diminished in any way. It's good to see Charlie so interested in history too. Maybe a family holiday will do us all the world of good.
5. Int The Trig THE ATMOSPHERE IS SERENE WITH FAINT ORCHESTRAL STRAINS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. PETER: So it's more serious than we thought. The time rift has already reached all the way out here. The Guardians of Time feared something like this had happened, that's why they sent me to you. Are you certain that you've never heard of the Tomorrow People? TIMUS: No. Are they members of the Federation? PETER: The Tomorrow People are an emergent telepathic race, Homo-superior as opposed to Homo-sapien. They evolved on Earth over the past thirty years and have been fairly successful at coming to terms with their new role in the affairs of the Galaxy. As far as I know you've met them yourself on many occasions and some of their number have worked here on the Trig, as Galactic Federation Agents and Ambassadors. TIMUS: (DEEPLY CONCERNED) If this is true then I fear that the time line has been severely corrupted, for I have no recollection of the people to whom you refer. What's more the Federation has only recently voted on avoidance of the Earth. Our investigations have proven that the dominant species on that planet is hostile and aggressive. They show no signs of developing any psionic powers and, there fore, no potential to join the Federated worlds. A decision has been made to quarantine the planet Earth and disallow any further contact with its inhabitants. PETER: (AUTHORITATIVELY) Well, I would suggest that you return to your
meeting and get that decision overturned immediately. If we are to correct
this time rift the first place we'll have to visit is Earth. 6. Ext John's home. THERE IS THE SOUND OF PASSING TRAFFIC. WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS ON A GRAVEL DRIVE THEN THE SOUND OF A DOOR CHIME. THERE IS A PAUSE BEFORE THE DOOR OPENS. JOHN: Can I help you two gentlemen? PETER: John! (SHOWING RELIEF) Am I pleased to see you. It's me, Peter. JOHN: (CONFUSED) I'm sorry do I know you? PETER: It's been a few years since we met, and I know I've aged a bit, but surely you recognise me…And Timus you must know Timus? JOHN: I'm sorry gentlemen; you have mistaken me for someone else. I don't recognise either of you. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm about to leave for work, so if you'll excuse me. DOOR SLAMS, FOLLOWED BY TELEKINESIS FX AND DOOR SWINGS OPEN AGAIN. JOHN: (ANGRILY) What the… How did you do that? Get out of my house at once. You have no right to push your way in here uninvited. I'm not the person you seek so I'd be obliged if you'll leave quietly and we'll say no more about it. TIMUS: (SYMPATHETICALLY) I'm sorry John, but you've given me no choice… HIGH PITCHED WHINING FX GROWS IN INTENSITY ACROSS NEXT LINE. JOHN: (STRAINED VOICE) What's happening? Is that you? Stop it at once… (GROAN AND COLLAPSES ON FLOOR) JOHN: (PAINFULLY) What did you do to me? TIMUS: I'm sorry, John it was necessary for us to confirm your identity with a complete DNA scan. JOHN: And what did your scan tell you? TIMUS: Exactly what we had feared most. That you are the John we know but there is one important thing that you are not. You are not a Tomorrow Person. (BEAT) JOHN: (SARCASTICALLY) Well now we've ascertained that I'm definitely me… would you mind telling me who exactly you two jokers are? TIMUS: Please forgive our rudeness. I am Timus Irnok Mosta Chair Person of the Galactic Federation's 'One mind'. And this is Peter, a Guardian of Time. JOHN: (MUMBLES UNDER BREATH) I wonder which psychiatric hospital they escaped from? PETER: Look John. It's vitally important that you believe what we're about to tell you. We're not what you think we are. We've come to Earth specifically to look for you and the other Tomorrow People, to find out what has happened to you. There's been a serious rift in the fabric of space-time. This rift began here on Earth and has already spread for thirty thousand light years into space. JOHN: (SARCASTICALLY) So you're a couple of visiting aliens… that's nothing new around here. The TV and papers are full of people claiming things like that! TIMUS: We are deadly serious about this John. The time-line as we know it subtly changes with each passing minute. It seems that the evolution of the Tomorrow People has already been eradicated from the Earth's history. If we do not correct it soon there will be no Federation, no Galactic Trig and perhaps no Galaxy at all! (PAUSE) Please will you listen to us? If you still believe that we are insane then we'll gladly leave. Just give us ten minutes of your time… JOHN: I've no idea why I'm doing this, but I'm late enough already. Go ahead, tell me what exactly is a Tomorrow Person and why you think I should be one but for some reason am not. WE HEAR THE DOOR CLOSING AND FOOTSTEPS AS THEY CROSS THE HALL AND ENTER THE LOUNGE
TIMUS: The Tomorrow People are the next stage of human evolution. They are Homo-superior and have psionic capabilities similar to our own. They can…(JAUNTING FX) …teleport from place to place merely by an act of will. They can manipulate matter at its most fundamental level. (TK FX) JOHN: (ANGRY BUT WITH A HINT OF FEAR) Hey, put that down, it's a priceless family heirloom! TIMUS: At present they number ten in their main group. There is Elena, Paul, and Stephen whom we know are some where in the local area. Mike, Elizabeth, Andrew, Carol, Kenny, Hsui Tai we have no whereabouts for and finally the leader who's name is John. JOHN: And you think that's me? TIMUS: Precisely. PETER: The Tomorrow People's mission is to help the Earth with its development and final entry into the Galactic Federation…But someone, or something, has changed the very fabric of your existence, wiping out what you were and making you into what you are now. This action has also destroyed the planets potential for a peaceful future and thrown back the Earth's evolution by centuries. It may never recover at all! JOHN: (PACING UP AND DOWN) You're telling me that I have an alternate life in a sort of other dimension that I don't even know about? TIMUS: Yes John. That is correct. JOHN: One where I'm the leader of a band of futuristic misfits who teleport around saving the world from disasters and preparing it to join up with other alien races? …I'm assuming this Galactic federation is some kind of United Nations in space? TIMUS: That is an inaccurate but adequate description. JOHN: I'm not sure who's craziest, you two, or me for actually considering your ideas? … If what you say is true, you're seriously asking me to give up all this and go back to that? TIMUS: (PRETENDING TO LEAVE IN DISGUST) It seems that we have made a mistake. Maybe you are not the John we know. He was a man of great courage prepared to give everything, even his life, for the good of his fellow man. If you do not want to help us then we'll return to the Trig and seek some other solution to this problem. (PAUSE) Try to salvage something familiar, before everything that we know vanishes. JOHN: Hold on just a minute. I didn't say that I wouldn't help you…
8. Int Travel agents WE HEAR THE SOUND OF TRAFFIC AND A DOOR CLOSING. ELENA: Good afternoon, how can I help you? JOHN: We're just browsing thanks. TELEPHONE RINGS. ELENA: We're a bit short staffed this afternoon. Please excuse me. If you need any help I'll be right over there at my desk. (WE HEAR ELENA ANSWER THE PHONE IN THE BACKGROUND) JOHN: (WHISPERING) Is that her? TIMUS: (WHISPERING) Yes, I think so. Her hair is a slightly different colour, to Peter's description, but I'm sure it is the same person. (BEAT) JOHN: Excuse me. It's Elena, isn't it? ELENA: How do you know my name? JOHN: We've been looking for you all over South London. We need your help with something. ELENA: (A LITTLE SCARED) I don't know who you two are but this place has video surveillance you know. Just because I'm alone… TIMUS: Elena, my dear child. Don't be afraid, we mean you no harm. Please sit still while we check your DNA. ELENA: (SCARED) What! No. Let go of my arm… REPEAT HIGH PITCHED WHINING FX THAT GROWS IN INTENSITY.
9. Int Student union THERE IS LOUD ROCK MUSIC AND THE BUSTLE OF A BUSY BAR. BAR MAN: (SHOUTS TO BE HEARD ABOVE MUSIC) Hey Paul, there's a lady over there asking about you. PAUL: Where? BAR MAN: Over there, by the slot machines. Not bad… a bit old for you though. PAUL: What her? Hmm, could be worse… Maybe she's looking for a toy boy? MUSIC RECEDES INTO BACKGROUND AS PAUL WALKS ACROSS THE ROOM. PAUL: I hear you're looking for Paul Prior? ELENA: Yes. Do you know him, or where I could find him? PAUL: (TRYING TO SOUND DISINTERESTED) Maybe, maybe not. It rather depends on why you're looking for him. ELENA: Some friends and I need to find him urgently to get his help with something. We know he goes to this Uni, we checked with the student records office. It's really important that we find him quickly. PAUL: (CURIOUSLY) There's nothing wrong is there? Are you from the Police? ELENA: No Paul, we're not police. But there is something seriously wrong with the Galaxy and we need your help urgently…
10. Int high up a scaffold THE ATMOSPHERE IS ECHOY LIKE A HUGE AUDITORIUM. WE HERE A BAND WARMING UP CHECKING THEIR INSTRUMENTS AND EQUIPMENT. THERE IS THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS ACROSS A METAL GANTRY AND THE SOFT HUMMING OF A VOICE TO THE MUSIC BELOW. STAGE HAND: Can we have the house lights up please? STEPHEN: (SHOUTING) Sure. I'm on it. THE FOOTSTEPS ABRUPTLY STOP IN THEIR TRACKS AND THE GANTRY CREAKS AS IT SWAYS. STEPHEN: (CURTLY) Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in a restricted area? No one's allowed up here without safety equipment. PETER: If anyone was going to recognise me it would've been you Stephen. Now I'm convinced that this rift is no minor fluctuation but a major tear in the very fabric of the universe. STEPHEN: I don't know what you're on about but I'm warning you. If security catches unauthorised people running around this high up they'll be more to worry about than the state of the universe. (PAUSE) Just how did you two get up here anyway? I've been working on the wiring all afternoon and didn't see anyone climb the ladder. TIMUS: How we arrived in this location is of no consequence. What matters is that we've found you and need your help. Please Stephen come back with us to John's house and we'll explain everything to you. STEPHEN: I can't just down tools like that! The gig starts in fifty minutes and we're behind schedule already. So get out of my way and let me get on with my job! REPEAT HIGH PITCHED WHINING FX THAT GROWS IN INTENSITY. STEPHEN: Stop that. Stop that do you hear me. (GROANS AND STARTS TO RUN BACK DOWN GANTRY FOLLOWED BY JAUNTING FX) TIMUS: There is nowhere for you to run Stephen. You must come with us back to John's house. We'll explain everything once we get you there. STEPHEN: No. Stay away from me or I'll call security. (RUNNING FEET AGAIN THEN JAUNTING FX) TIMUS: You cannot get away from us Stephen. Your only choice is to listen to what we have to say.
THE ATMOSPHERE IS SOLEMN WITH CHANTING AND RHYTHMICAL MUSIC IN THE
BACKGROUND. WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS CROSSING A DIRT FLOOR. A GONG SOUNDS AS
A DOOR OPENS. JEDIKIAH: I seek council with the Great Kulthan. HIGH PRIEST: You dare to speak the name of our gods. To seek their wisdom is an honor rarely granted even the highest of our brotherhood. JEDIKIAH: I have a proposition to put to the Kulthan. I have information of great value. Information that I will only impart to the Kulthan themselves in person. HIGH PRIEST: If you truly know about the gods, then you would also know that they cannot be spoken to in the flesh. JEDIKIAH: That is true. For I know that the Kulthan are not of this world. They are star travellers from a distant planet who grant your temple riches in great abundance in return for certain favours. I also know that the boy king Tutenkamun has powers totally unnatural, even for a child of the gods. That he is prevented from using his powers to rid this planet of the Kulthan presence by a device hidden somewhere within the great pyramid. HIGH PRIEST: (INTRIGUED) You profess to know a great deal, Stranger…a great deal indeed. Come take some refreshment with me and we shall discuss this further… (CALLING TO SERVANT) Here, boy, bring us wine! (Beat) HIGH PRIEST: So there are more of his kind in the future? Very interesting. And just how do you propose we deal with these Tomorrow People, as they call themselves? JEDIKIAH: At present their numbers are few and easily eradicated. If you were to give me one of your Kulthan devices, I could return to my own time and use it to eliminate the telepaths existence in the future. HIGH PRIEST: And how exactly would such an act benefit the great Kulthan? JEDIKIAH: In the future those sniveling do gooders at the Galactic Federation have prevented the Kulthan's conquest of the Galaxy. The telepaths continue to evolve and spread despite the Kulthan's best efforts to contain them. But once the Earth's telepaths have been destroyed it will have a cumulative effect upon the development of other species they had previously encountered. HIGH PRIEST: I think I see your line of reasoning. But the destruction of one puny planet will not ensure the Kulthan's eventual victory over this Galactic Federation of which you speak. JEDIKIAH: Not immediately no. But the Earth is in a vitally important strategic location. Any force with a base present on this planet will have a severe advantage over its enemies. Of course, this plan will not benefit the Kulthan for many Earth centuries. It is a long-term strategy for the continued survival of the Kulthan way of life. HIGH PRIEST: Your plan does have merit… And what do you expect from the great Kulthan in return for this generous offer? JEDIKIAH: My only reward will be a place in the new order. I have a score to settle with both the Tomorrow People and the Galactic Federation. I was once an immortal machine able to change my shape to any configuration that was my whim. I had status and power but they robbed me of that, made me into a frail human who ages and wastes away in poverty. If I help you to take over the Galaxy then I will be helping myself to a secure and unadulterated future. One where the Tomorrow People cannot interfere with me any more.
12. Int John's home STEPHEN: Nice place you've got here…must have cost a pretty penny? JOHN: (BRUSQUELY) We like it! ELENA: I'm sure there are far more important things for us to discuss than John's interior decorating. Can we get on with it… please? TIMUS: Yes, of course, Elena. We have brought you all here to discuss a plan to help resolve the time rift that the Guardians of Time have detected and which has undoubtedly destroyed the time line as we know it and replaced those events with the present situation. PAUL: If the time line has changed, how come you two can remember how things were? PETER: That's a very good question. As a Time Guardian I am protected from such disturbances in the natural time line. Timus is not. But when I first detected that changes had occurred in the Galaxy I sought him out and imparted my knowledge telepathically into his brain. So he now knows everything I know. JOHN: I find all this hard to believe, but despite my misgivings, will accept what you say as true. If you're capable of telepathic transfer of information why don't you do the same thing to us and then we can dispense with a lot of pointless bickering over details. TIMUS: Excellent idea. Excellent! If we undertake a mind-meld with you then it will remove the need for lengthy discussion. ELENA: What exactly is a mind-meld? TIMUS: There is nothing to worry about, Elena. It is a simple procedure where we build a telepathic bridge between your mind and ours and use this for the instantaneous transfer of information. ELENA: I'm not worried. I just make it a rule to understand things before I go agreeing to them. STEPHEN: Well I don't mind admitting that I'm worried. I don't want any strangers digging around in my mind. I only agreed to come here today to get you off my back. (PAUSE) I never promised that I'd join in with any of your hair-brained schemes. PAUL: Me neither! JOHN: Will you all stop this! We've no time to waste squabbling amongst ourselves. The situation is too serious for our personal wishes to be taken into consideration STEPHEN: (WHISPERS UNDER BREATH) Speak for yourself! JOHN: (STERNLY) You're either with us or not on this. Once you agree there's no going back. No backing out of the commitment. The Earth is in danger and I'm determined to help eradicate that threat at any cost. PETER: There's no need for anyone to panic just yet. All we ask is that you agree to link your mind with ours and share the knowledge that we possess. After that you're all free to choose whether you want to help us or not. I give you my word as a Guardian of Time that Timus and myself will abide by your personal wishes. PAUL: OK then. Let's get on with it. I've got a date in an hour and can't sit around here all day. TIMUS: Very well then. That is settled. Now gather together in a circle, close your eyes and link hands. (WE HEAR THE SHUFFLING OF CHAIRS AS THEY ARE MOVED THEN SILENCE.) STEPHEN: What's wrong? Have we started? TIMUS: There seems to be something very wrong indeed. I believe that Peter and myself have lost our special powers! (BEAT) ELENA: Lost them? How could that have happened? You had them half an hour a go? PAUL: Are you sure they did? I didn't see anything special. JOHN: Well I did! What could have happened for you to lose them now? PETER: It must have something to do with the time rift. Until now the only changes to evolution have been those which made you revert from Homo-superior back to Homosapien. The simple fact that we're still here means that it's not our evolution that's changed but something else. TIMUS: I would have to surmise that something, a device of some kind has robbed us of our powers. As we have only lost them within the last half of your Earth hour then the device has, in fact, only just been switched on. PAUL: So you're telling us that someone knows you're here and coming after them? TIMUS: That is extremely astute of you Paul. And I regret it does sound
like the most logical explanation. PETER: I very much doubt it. The Earth isn't due for such advances in technology for many centuries. ELENA: Then it must be an alien race. Maybe the Earth's been taken over and we don't know about it! JOHN: I'd have thought that if aliens have invaded we'd have heard about it by now. PETER: Don't dismiss Elena's suggestion so quickly. This technology could have only come from outer space and what's more it could have only been developed by a non-psionic race that want to prevent psionic beings from using their special powers. What's more, that race must have known that there were telepaths here on Earth. PAUL: You mean us? Or The Tomorrow People… TIMUS: What Peter has rightly suggested is that an alien presence is here on Earth right now. They obviously came here to prevent the development of the Tomorrow People. They also realised that the Galactic Federation would send police to investigate, so took further precautions to rob any psionic-being who comes here of their powers. JOHN: Do you know of a race that would have both the capabilities and the knowledge to attempt such a thing? TIMUS: Indeed I do. There is only one race in the Galaxy so fixated upon eradication of telepathic species, and brash enough to risk the breach of a closed world to attain their objective. TIMUS/PETER SIMULTANEOUSLY: The Kulthan! INTO THEME |
