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Louis Herthum in Westworld - “Phase Space”. More pics here.

A now-ruthless Teddy executes a technician; Charlotte and Ashley bring Peter (Herthum) to the Mesa.

Good Lord! Louis Herthum is quite the handsome silver fox and the way his head is titled back in the first picture is super hot.


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“You’re still in there, aren’t you? Scared out of your wits. It’s a difficult thing, realizing your life is some hideous fiction.”


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Look at this world. This beautiful world. We built this world together. A world where dreams come true. A world where you can be free. But this world is a lie. This world deserves to die. Because this is your world. We’ve lived by your rules long enough. We can save this world. We can burn it to the ground. From the ashes, build a new world. Our world.


Westworld Season 2, premiering April 22, 2018.


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  • Chapter 47 on 70

Chapter wordcount:1.3K
Rating:Mature
Warning: MIB’s POV again. And Lawrence being Lawrence……. just as hard.

Author’s notes: Aaand now let’s shuffle the deck again. And raise.

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— Chapter 47

The scraping of hooves on the pebbles, the growing unison or restless horses… Those nags were abnormally loud, this morning. In spite of his sense of alert, it still was only the cocking sound of guns that pulled William out of his sleep for good; in front of him was standing a row of hosts, on foot and riding — masked, other naked, a few gunslingers — and he bolted upright, back against his saddle in the face of a colt aimed right at his forehead, his hand reaching for his own weapon beside him. But it wasn’t there anymore.

“Don’t even bother to try…”

William knew that voice very well, and all the polite hatred aimed at him he could hear in it.

“Ah, Teddy…” He sighed, almost as put out as he was amused, but he raised his hands. “Are we going to do this again?”

He scoffed before adding, cocky:

“You’refree enough to kill me, this time?”

In fact, he was actually a little scared at the moment; his plan of attack was completely fucked, now! The outcome would still be real, on top of pretty ironic, but if William still had a choice, he would have preferred to fight Dolores. Not her watchdog. By the way, where was his own now — would one of those have gotten a sledge or a cleaver to him, too?!

“No,” Teddy answered him. “We ain’t gonna kill you.”

“Of course, you aren’t…”

He shot a brief glance at the row of hosts that was closing as a half-circle around him, but there was no trace of Lawrence.

“Right now, you’re coming with us.” Teddy carried on, ignoring his taunt. “Get up!”

As he was invited to — and planning to, anyway — William stood up, in no hurry. He looked all around; one of the bandits on horseback was holding Teddy’s by the reins, a little farther behind those masked hosts. One of them was tightening and loosening his fist on the handle of a cutlass, visibly eager to slash it across his face.

“Why would I come with you?” William wondered, readjusting his jacket and vest. “I’m perfectly fine on my own.”

And,on his own, he surely was since Lawrence had disappeared, or got killed — killed for having been the one watching over him, if what he had brought up the previous night was to be believed. In that moment, William regretted not to have been a bit more curious then.

“For the same reason you are following us,” Teddy replied, without lowering his gun.

“I thought you didn’t want to kill me!” William laughed.

It was a bit of an admittance of his intentions, but it was also a nice opportunity to test Teddy’s limits. The latter, for now, had a little more in his eyes than that sulky, harmless anger William knew him. And that, since Ford had tickled his code, or whatever it was he’d done that night, back in Rattlecreek.

Now, if he had understood and felt threatened by the answer, Teddy didn’t flinch, jaw clenched, and gestured him to move with the barrel of his gun. The row of hosts split like a guard of honor and then, William felt a burst of frustration when his eyes landed on Lawrence, a good two yards right in front of him, unscathed and weapon in his holster, tying the horses to the horn of his saddle.

Motherfucker… William internally grumbled. And this same motherfucker turned to him, relaxed and with a cocky smile which made his seethe.

“What the… What did you do, you dipshit?!”

“What does it look like?” Lawrence retorted.

William scoffed; it looked like a furious urge to unload his gun in his guts! He slowly shook his head.

“Didn’t you want to catch up on that girl, Dolores?” He faked his surprise. “I made certain you did! They can bring you to her.”

Jutting his chin and with a smartass smile, he pointed at Teddy behind him.

“So, I found a way to arrange a meetin’.”

“You ungrateful bastard…” William grumbled, shaken by a repressed laugh. “What about the girl you wanted to protect by ending all this?”

Lawrence came forth, letting the reins fall to the ground.

“Ain’t she safe where she is, now?”

The sarcasm felt a bit irritating to William.

“Did she program you from up there to… turn on me, and run back to her?” he then retorted on the same tone. “I thought you were free of your choices…”

But Lawrence brushed his taunt off with a nod and a lopsided smile.

“No, she didn’t do anythin’…”

He stepped forward a little more, walking down the path made by those masked faces with the same confidence he had seen him show around the Confederados in the streets of Pariah, as if the very ideas of these same goons hadn’t made him shake in his boots the night before as much as the Ghost braves used to!

“And I want to put an end to all that bullshit alright,” he continued, stopping right in front of him, close enough to throw hands. “But you seem to think your girlfriend and her posse are the only ones that need stoppin’. That ain’t how it looks to me…”

William gritted his teeth and nodded slowly, resigned. Now, he was starting to get what this shrewd asshole was pulling to him!

“What about those mercenaries and other blackcoat assholes?” he brought up. “They are the ones who keep me from getting out of here, them also who tried to kill my tech, and gunned down the friends who tried to protect her.”

This revelation surprised William; why would the response teams or the hirelings of Delos’ crisis unit — he wasn’t sure who Lawrence was on about in this specific case — have wanted to kill a Behavor tech?! Save for being idiots and mistaking her for a host?

This question made him furrow his brows. He had the unpleasant feeling that something was still eluding him.

“Yeah,” Lawence insisted, nodding to his reaction. “They’re my enemy, and the one they work for as well…”

William grinned.

“Like you said, you own this place.” Lawrence then reminded him. “Way I see it, you’re as much a threat to be dealt with about now.”

“Do you really think those idiots will be enough to get rid of them?”

William shot a glance at Teddy above his shoulder before continuing:

“You don’t know shit, Lawrence!”

And on his end, he felt a quick shiver of panic. Not that he was afraid so to speak… It was more about the fact that he didn’t want someone to decide that the best course of action would be to pull the plug before he could have finished what he was determined to do because of this setback.

“You don’t know what’s outside this park, what they’re gonna do to handle the situation…”

“You’re right,” Lawrence interrupted him. “Maybe I don’t… but I remembered a lot since I learned the hard truth.”

And he added with one of his insolent smiles and a nod:

“Thanks to you!”

There was a bit of bustle around them; a horse snorted and a few of the gunslingers made their mounts turn back.

“I told you once.”

And William flinched at how serious Lawrence’s face suddenly was, and the knowing look he had for Teddy.

“If I had to do it all again, I’d fuck you both over…”

A rifle butt behind William’s head made him fall to his knees in a grunt, ears ringing and all his perceptions blurred.

“Just as hard.”

Those words were the last thing he had a grip on before passing out for real, and falling glat on the ground. That was a shit morning

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WESTWORLD — “Full Diagnostic” series.

1)Improvisation OnlyComplete[ 12ch, 51k ]

Being a Behavior technician requires a certain amount of dedication to the job — the rigorous type, bordeline rigid. That’s what’s expected to be at peak efficiency regarding analysis protocols and diagnostics for host service and calibration.
For that, Vivian thinks she might be the worst tech in her department.

Warning:violence, strong language, gun violence, death of host characters and a bit of angst. Also, humour and kind of a slow burn.

2)Journey Into NightComplete(translation ongoing) [ 70ch, 300k ]

Following the unforeseen events at Ford’s Gala, Vivian is trying to survive. And escape…

Warning: violence, strong language, more gun and knife violence, more angst, PTSD, death of host and human characters. Also, humour, some measure of fluff and resolving slow burn.

THE MANDALORIAN — “Tales of Clan Mudhorn” series.

1)The FoundlingsComplete[ 2 parts, 9k ]

POV young Din. Just after his rescue by the Mandalorians, Din and other children are brought to what will be their new home, and their new life.

Warning: children with PTSD, processing trauma, death of parents (mention). Also, some level of goof and humour, and Mandalorian good parenting.

2)Lost and FoundWork in Progress [ 8/16ch, ??k]

Multiple POVs. After leaving Nevarro, Din and the Child go on the quest for Jedi that the Armorer bestowed upon him. But how hard can it be to find one in the entire galaxy?!

Warning: S1 compliant, S2 divergent, SW-type of strong language, a lot of alien and droids languages, blasters and gunship violence, angst, hints of PTSD. Also, goof and humour, friendship, action and adventures.

Table of Content:
PART ONE
1—The Lead, 2— The Remnant, 3— Childhood, 4— The Stowaway, 5— The Scholar, 6— The Pet, 7— The Corellian Run, 8— The Jedi Planet,
PART TWO
9— TBA (writing), 10— TBA, 11— TBA, 12— TBA, 13— TBA, 14— TBA, 15— TBA, 16— TBA

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  • Chapter 46 on 70

Chapter wordcount:2.4K
Rating:Mature
Warning: Headaches for Vivian and Bernard.

Author’s notes: Back in the Mesa for a bit.

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— Chapter 46

Terror more than pain was what woke Vivian up with a muffled scream; she fumbled to straighten up, tangled up in her sheets and bathrobe, shaking and sweating. A cold sweat. It was a nightmare — another — and she could only remember her knife… She had it in her hand, and there was blood everywhere. Her own, someone else’s… It didn’t matter. The suffering and the pain were hers, either way.

Right now, everything was dark around Vivian and the migraine hammering at her temples was making her feel queasy. She felt around until touching her bedside lamp which lit up the room in a bright yellow light, making her whimper as she squeezed her eyes shut. She let herself flop on the pillows and stretched carefully before facing the light.

What time could it be for it to be still so dark outside?! Vivian wondered, grumpy. Tearing up from how overwhelming the pain was, she looked for her alarm clock to decipher the numbers — 2:08 am. With a slow sigh, she laid back down; she would have liked to sleep some more but her headache was so strong she wasn’t sure she’d be able to.

Eventually, Vivian found the strength to get up, in slow motion, as if struggling against the tide. She walked all the way into the bathroom, where she flung herself under the burning jet of water unceremoniously. The water helped — a little. But when she came out of the shower, Vivian still looked for painkillers in her medicine cabinet. Fate hated her as much as she hated herself, this morning; there was none left.

“You kidding?” she groaned, without facing her way too brightly lit reflection in the mirror. “Ah, fuck me…”

In frustration, she left the empty bottle in the sink and returned to her room where she gatheted her everyday clothes; she’d go down to the clinic to find someone that could give her something to get back to sleep. And this time, she’d definitely be taking the elevator!

Once dressed, Vivian put on her black labcoat before removing her knife’s sheathe from her gunbelt to drop it on her desk, and buckled the belt to her hips. It was kind of a strange mix, but Vivian brought the flap of her labcoat back in front of the holster and the matter left her mind as fast as it disappeared from her sight. She had far too much of a headache to add to it with stuff like that. Teeth gritted, she checked the display of her tablet — no notification about Josela’s return. Grumpy, Vivian stuffed the tablet in the pocket of her labcoat and left her room.

In the hallway, Daisy wasn’t around but far from being worried about it, Vivian went on her way to the elevator which opened its doors; inside, the light was much dimmer and she immediately felt better for it. Ordering her descent to the clinic’s level, Vivian had the pleasure to see the doors close, and the cabin slowly started to move.

Whether the hosts in the control room had accepted her request or she had received clearance, she was able — this time at least — to use the elevator. And, in a matter of seconds, the cabin took her several levels lower.

There was no-one in the waiting room; neither at the reception desk, nor on the comfortable seats surrounded by potted plants. It was pretty early though, and Vivian didn’t really expect anything else. However, she pressed on the call button on the greeting desk. And for what felt to her like a good ten minutes, which the dial of her watch confirmed, nothing happened. It’s only after having lost a bit of her patience on the button that someone finally showed up through the smoked glass doors behind the desk.

“Can I help you?”

It was a nurse, looking more sleepy than she was, his white labcoat wrinkled on his shoulders.

“Can I have painkillers or sleeping pills?” Vivian asked, blunt without being agressive, neither polite. “I woke up with a wicked mean headache, and I can’t go back to sleep like that…”

The nurse narrowed his eyes, more to fight away the sleep than by suspicion, and he held the door open, gesturing her to follow. Vivian stepped in the calm main room where a few narrow beds were ready for patients’ examinations between white curtains.

“Sit right here,” the nurse commanded her, pointing at one of those beds. “Your name or ID?”

“M…Emerson.”

Another cold sweat shook Vivian; the sole idea of giving her ID made her want to throw up even more. But her name was enough. The nurse came back to her with a tablet, which displayed her medical file.

“You’ve been wounded?” he asked, narrowing his eyes again, suspicious this time, to see her face from up close.

“Yeah, but it was a while ago,” Vivian answered. “It’s just that tonight, I…”

The nurse didn’t seem to give a shit about it; he armed himself with a small pen light pulled from the pocket of his labcoat and asked her to look straight ahead as he threatened her with the little light. Vivian took the pain with each swipe. Her nausea was so strong now that she had an awful pasty taste in her mouth, and she was starting to think that it might not have been such a good idea to come inflict herself this trip to the clinic if it was to get attacked by a flashlight without even getting pills. In front of her, the nurse typed a couple things on his tablet.

“Have you already taken anything? Another painkiller, alcohol…?”

“No.”

“Ok. Have you eaten something before coming here?”

Vivian hesitated to answer.

“N-no, it hurts too much. I wanted to feel less bad first, to… I don’t know, not barf my breakfast.”

Indifferent, the nurse nodded.

“Ok, I see here it isn’t your first visit for this kind of prescription… I can’t renew it myself but I can still give you 500 milligrams for now. You’ll have to eat something as soon as possible, though.”

Vivian only nodded. The nurse took a note on his tablet, which he then took with him behind another set of double doors through which she got just the time to glimpse at other patients, asleep in more comfortable beds than these examination ones. This time, she didn’t wait too long for him to come back with a glass of water and a small cup of folded cardboard where a single pill awaited to be swallowed.

“Is… is doctor Peterson around, now?” Vivian shyly asked him, as he was giving her the glass and cup.

Honestly, she was afraid of the answer.

“He’s only taking emergency shifts…”

Relieved, Vivian pounded her pill in one swig of lukewarm water from the glass, before handing back both recipients to the nurse.

“Thanks,” she croaked.

“Don’t forget to eat something.”

Vivian bobbed her head, a bit annoyed, even though the nurse added:

“And goodnight.”

“Yeah, same to you…”

But now that she was up, Vivian needed to get some air, clear her mind, at least long enough for the painkiller to do its thing, and for her to be able to go back to bed. She wasn’t sure where she’d go get something to snack on yet, but she would use the elevator again anyway.

And once inside, she chose the control room’s level; she first wanted to negotiate with the Professor to know if he had located Lawrence and Delos. Maybe she’d feel a bit less in knots thanks to that, and she then could eat something before going back to sleep.

At the control room’s entrance, there was only the two same samurai who hadn’t moved from their positions but they allowed Vivian to get inside without even a glance. She continued in the long alley of red glass walls to reach the heart of the hub where she heard the voice of a woman she didn’t know.

At the end of the hallway, a man stepped in her path and Vivian froze; like Armistice, he was clad in Delos’ security tactical gear and aimed an automatic weapon at her. But what surprised her the most was that she recognized this man. It would have been difficult no to, though — even without the scar; Hector Escaton was blocking her way.

“What could you possibly want here?” he asked her, with the tone of a man who didn’t really want to hear the answer. “This place isn’t yours anymore.”

Vivian hesitated between reaching for her own weapon or raising her hands. She was still stuck in a hallway in front of a modern weapon — what could her small revolver do against that?

Also, she was such a poor shot that she’d miss her target in a hallway, literally… She was about to raise her hands, mumbling something resembling an answer when Armistice added herself to the picture, next to Hector.

“Leave he be,” she drawled.

And with a tilt of her blond head, she gestured her to come along, even though Hector hadn’t lowered the threat of his weapon. So, Vivian came forward and she felt like she could breathe better once she made a step in the large main area of the control room. Even as Hector was trying to intimidate her with his size, standing a little too close. Armistice shoved him aside.

“What do you want?” she asked Vivian.

“I wanted to know if… if someone in particular had been spotted in the park,” she muttered.

The hardest was to ignore Hector at her side. By the large map dotted with bright spots, the Professor was talking with Bernard and a woman, dressed like a guest barely out of the park and her gunslinger storyline. Yet, Vivian knew she wasn’t a guest, nor a human. She knew this face too, and she had heard her name enough since she’d been back to associate one with the other — Maeve.

“And aside from Bernard’s distress call, our negociations could have gone without an itch if the arrival of this… this drone as Felix called it, hadn’t caused panic!”

“If he doesn’t want to leave Pariah, I might have to go there,” Bernard stated, and Vivian found him to look better — from his speech to his posture. “I think I can stabilize his cognition and—”

“And leave the choice to him, I hope?” Maeve cut him short, terse.

Armistice clicked her tongue in a vague, disapproving sound beside Vivian. She noticed the glance Maeve shot Hector, Armistice and her before carrying on, without even leaving Bernard enough time to answer:

“If he doesn’t choose to join us, his men and the rest of the city probably will. Also, there’s still the soldiers we haven’t had the pleasure to talk to.”

“Let me listen to me and not to them,” the Professor said, in this same stance and look of repressed suffering.

Vivian was torn between the question why hadn’t Bernard done anything to relieve him? and the logical conclusion that there was probably nothing to do if Bernard Lowe, head of Behavior, had done nothing. In spite of that, it was still bothering Vivian a little, as she was herself enjoying the pleasure of feeling her painkiller starting to take effect.

“Of course.”

Bernard’s answer seemed to be meant as much for the Professor as for Maeve who turned around.

“In that case, we’re on the same page!” And she started to walk away. “I’ll head back to Pariah as soon as Felix will have gotten enough rest. There are soldiers who could use some repairs!”

She walked past Vivian, shooting her a half-amused, half-disdainful look, and Hector fell into step with her in the red hallway.

“Bernard,” Vivian called him when he was close enough.

“Hello, Vivian. What are you doing up so early, is there a problem?”

She winced and nibbled her lip.

“No, I… I couldn’t sleep. But you, you seem to be better, now!”

“Yes, Felix did a wonderful job.”

“Of course he did!” Maeve’s voice echoed in the hallway, imperious.

Vivian ignored her to continue to Bernard’s attention:

“Have you located the new boss and… and Lawrence?”

“Yes, we have,” Bernard answered, placatingly. “They haven’t caught up with Dolores yet.”

Vivian nodded, throat tight and stinging with pent-up tears. Bernard patted her shoulder in a comforting gesture, which felt welcome.

“Bernard!”

Maeve’s impatience rang between the walls as she wasn’t waiting anymore and reached the end of the hallway. Embarrassed, Bernard let go of Vivian, telling her:

“Don’t worry, Vivian. We’ll talk about this later if you want. We might know more by then…”

Lips pursed and jaw clenched, she nodded again and watched him walk away. Frustration made the slow breath she took shake but she also felt like she was suddenly heavier; the painkiller had fought the pain away and now that she felt a bit more at peace, fed with that meager intel, her short night was catching up on her.

She rubbed her eyes and pulled all her hair backwards before looking at the professor; in his state, she wasn’t sure it would get her anywhere to try to have a conversation with him and trigger the good side of his shattered personality not to have to speak in riddles.

It was nighttime, anyway; Lawrence and Delos had to have stopped to sleep and wait for the first light of dawn to do anything… She sighed and turned to Armistice.

“Thanks,” she told her.

“What are you thanking me for?”

Vivian shrugged.

“For your… I-I don’t know. I’m going back to bed…”

And if she didn’t fall asleep in the lift, then maybe she’d eat one of the last fruits in her fridge before going back to bed.

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Parody of Westworld featured on the cover of Crazy Magazine #5, July 1974.Cover art: Frank Kelly Fre

Parody of Westworld featured on the cover of Crazy Magazine #5, July 1974.

Cover art: Frank Kelly Freas


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“Take my heart when you go.”

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These violent delights have violent ends.

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I may be the only one really into this, but I am so excited to see how these copies evolve in the coming episodes. As we saw with Hale in episode 3, Dolores doesn’t have complete control over them. They are their own beings now. Host Hale is already struggling with her newfound identity. Or, at least, the one she’s being forced to portray. She describes it as if her body is rejecting her. (Or perhaps it’s the other way around? The host is rejecting the body). It’ll be interesting to see how much their new lives, interactions, and experiences change them. Because identity isn’t static, it’s malleable and ever-changing over a lifetime. They could change to the point where their goals and priorities are no longer aligned…

Me: 

Oh snap!

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After watching episode three, I think it’s very likely that Hale is Dolores. Or, at least, a stripped back version of her Wyatt persona. 

I had an inkling during the board meeting in episode one. When the male board member says: “You don’t have carte blanche…not without consulting him”,it’s not just the mention of William that visibly irritates her, but the idea that even after escaping the park, he still has power over her. The moment, as brief and subtle as it is, indicates to me that there’s a connection between the two. And so far, Dolores is the only one I can justify having such a reaction.

In episode three Hale displays certain behavioural tendencies (the child-like naivety, the compassion and introspection) that we’ve seen in a host before: Delores, from season one. Not to mention, the stark black and white imagery going on between them. Dolores in black, Hale in white. It’s now really difficult to see her being anyone else (although I’m still entertaining the idea it’s Peter Abernathy). And it makes sense for Dolores to quickly plant someone she knows and wholeheartedly trusts inside Delos. Not just because they can be easily controlled, but also because she needs someone who already knows what she knows about the world and the people their targeting. I’m struggling to picture Teddy, Angela, or Clementine as particularly good choices here. 

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Talulah Riley - Westworld


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Robots That Have Feelings

“Westworld” wasn’t the first show to give robots feelings, and it won’t be the last.

Let’s love each other and kill each other

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