Michael C. Hall credited as playing...
Ken Castle
- Ken Castle: [seeing Hackman] Look at it. The new face of Slayers. Pure, crystalized horror. Two stories high and bathed in bloody red. He is what they want.
- Geek Leader: They love Kable.
- Ken Castle: They do now, but when they watch their hero die right in front of their eyeballs so sharp and vivid it feels like you could reach out and touch the wet flesh, they're going to change their point of view. They'll be seduced by the power of violence; the dominance. It's human nature.
- Geek Leader: Kable's made it through 28 battles. Every player in the game has tried to take him out.
- Ken Castle: Yeah, Kable's the perfect soldier. He's a tactical killing computer. His only vulnerability is the nanex itself; the *ping*, the delay between Simon's commands and Kable's ability to execute.
- Geek Leader: So why should this one be any different? Who controls him?
- Ken Castle: [long pause] No one.
- Ken Castle: I hope one day to have the opportunity to breach your firewall, Miss Parker Smith.
- [kisses her hand]
- Ken Castle: I'm wired too. I replaced 98% of my own noodle with nano-tissue years ago. But mine's different. It's built to send, to transmit, whereas every other nano-cell that I've put out there, including the ones in your head Kable, are designed to receive. I think it, you do it. We're talking every Slayer, everyone in Society city. I believe your better half would fall under that category, provided they were within range of my transmitters.
- Kable: Very nice, Castle. So you got an army of psychotics and deviants to dance around for you?
- Ken Castle: You're thinking small, Kable. But not as small as me.
- [dips hands in dust]
- Ken Castle: See, nano-cells are real small. A thousand times smaller than these dust particulates. You inhale it, they go to work: replicating, spreading like a virus, multiplying in exponentials. Six months time, I can have a hundred million people converted. Ditch diggers, porn stars, and presidents. Not one would be the wiser. A hundred million people who buy what I want them to buy, vote how I want them to vote, do pretty much damn well anything I figure they ought to do. For instance...
- [Hackman attacks Kable]
- Ken Castle: [while struggling with Kable] I think it... you-fucking-do-it!
- Kable: Look at this knife... imagine me sticking it into your gut. Think about it. Make it real!
- [Slowly, the knife reverses and Kable stabs Castle in the gut. Castle screams and chokes]
- Geek Leader: Oops.
- Ken Castle: We live in society.
- Ken Castle: We visit "Society."
- Ken Castle: I mean, which one's- which one's more real, really?
- Ken Castle: I mean, which one's really real? You know what I mean?
- Kable: [slams into a super-sized futuristic computer monitor, while trying to rescue his daughter] Oh, Delia!
- Ken Castle: Not bad for video, huh?
- Kable: What?
- Ken Castle: The latest and greatest, I defy you to tell it from real life... could you imagine porn on this thing?
- [Kable suddenly resists Castle's mind control, and lunges at him with a knife]
- Ken Castle: What the hell was that?
- Geek Leader: Someone on the outside is sending him commands.
- Backup Geek: We're being broadcast live.
- Ken Castle: Well, jam the signal! Jam the signal, you goddamn retards!
- Backup Geek: Working on it.
- Kable: [after killing Hackman] You should have let him fight for himself. Maybe then he would have had a shot.
- Ken Castle: I think you're missing the point, my man.
- Kable: No, no, I get it. You're pulling all the strings around here. Which makes my next move pretty stupid...!
- [He lunges at Castle with a knife, but freezes unexpectedly]
- Ken Castle: I neglected to mention my smart boys reversed that crack the Humanz worked for you. Easy-breezy, once I had access to their drives.