Michael - narrator:
The desolate remains of a city spread out before us. Crumbling buildings, shattered windows and overgrown vegetation suggest a world devoid of life. What used to be down town Manhattan, was now a desolated concrete jungle overgrown by strangling purple weed and infested by zombies, either infected by a virus or fungus, depending on what you find the most disgusting.

[safety metal doors slam]

Brian: Daisy? Are you back?
Daisy: We need to check the barricades more frequently to make sure all doors and windows are closed. There are more and more walking dead walking the streets.
Brian: You shouldn't go outside. It's not safe.
Daisy: I wish more people are scared of butterflies
[inside]
and flowers

[Walker's Transmission]
Is there anybody out there? Anybody?
Daisy: There's that transmission again.
Brian: I can't pinpoint where that transmission comes from. It's like finding a needle in a haystack. Except I don't even know what the bloody haystack looks like. I wish GPS was still up. Even an old map would do.

[competing president on radio]
I am currently negotiating the surrender of the Krell. Nobody invades the United States without my permission. Their supreme leader seems to be a nice guy...
Brian:
It doesn't make sense. All networks are down and yet all frequency bands are overloaded with communication.
[indistinct chatter]
It almost seems all AI assistants are talking to each other because there's nobody else to talk to.
AI1
I hope I can be of more assistance next time.
AI2
No, cancel that.
AI1
OK. Your appointment for tomorrow 12 noon is cancelled.
Walker:
Is there anybody out there? Anyone?

Daisy:
It must be somewhere in the city. I'll try to imagine I found his triangular callback frequency and send a reply.
Brian:
Imagine the frequency? That sound like magic.
Daisy:
Forget about Earth science. The rules of physics and mathematics have changed. Reality is no longer a constant. It's now the sum of all perceptions and it's up to us to find a balance.
[Brian on radio - there are fragments from possible futures and pasts]
That's impossible..
Brian:
I am a scientist. I don't believe in stuff I can't prove.
Daisy:
I am SO happy the GPS works. SEE?
Computer in background:
GPS is back online
Daisy:
This is Quantum Alchemy.

[Walker comes through on radio]
This is Walker, once a musician, now just a survivor. I don't know how much longer I can keep going.
The world... it's become a nightmare.
[future Daisy - come on! I hear you]
Computer:
Connection lost.
Brian:
I hear fragments of our past, present and future selves. It's wonderful, in a very disturbing way.
[russian krell supreme and AI's chatter]

Walker:
The Krell Machines... they feed on our fears, our dreams. They twist our reality until it devours us. I mean it! My nightmares have real teeth…
I used to find solace in music - in the beauty of the world. But now, everything feels empty, devoid of hope. The melody that once flowed through me has been replaced by fear. I’ve lost track of my friends and loved ones... [I can't sleep].. my own spirit is fading... I'm tired... tired of restraining my imagination.

I can’t sleep. I've seen my own dreams come to life and it’s impossible to hide from them. It feels like we're just delaying the inevitable, like...

Daisy:
..I think I remember (on radio)
I think I remember where he is now. I had no idea and then it just popped in like a coin in a pinball machine.

Brian:
...few clicks away in the old library (radio)
I remember it too, he's just a few clicks away in the old library.

...like all we're doing is surviving for survival's sake. But... maybe, just maybe, there's still a flicker of hope left. Maybe someone out there has found a way to resist the rogue Krell Machinery, to stand against the overwhelming tide of despair. If you're listening, if you're still holding on, please... make some noise!

Brian:
Maybe we can blow something up!

Maybe, if we can find a way to unite, to remind each other of what we're fighting for, we can push back against the Krell Machines.
Daisy:
No... We shouldn't push back. It's a gift.
Walker:
We MUST reclaim our dreams as our own.
Daisy:
We're fighting our own dreams!
Walker:
If you're out there, if you're listening to this... know that you're not alone. (Daisy: Walker, stop talking and listen to the radio).
We need to learn how to channel our imagination into a strong instrument of resistance.
(Daisy: come on! I am here!)
A system to forge and share a reality that helps us control the Krell technology instead of fighting it.
(Daisy: Walker can you hear me.)
(Future Daisy: We are here!)
I am not going to stop here.
I am not going to stop anywhere...

Computer:
Triangular callback frequency (TCF) established and connection is now open.
Daisy:
Hi Walker, I am reading you loud and clear. My name is Daisy, like the flower. And I need you to listen very carefully. It's a gift. The Krell machines are an immensely powerful creative force. We have complete control over what's in the box and I have no idea why we always favor to reap havoc and raise hell. It must stop. If our imagination is now a reality, we can learn to imagine capabilities and resources which are in our best interest. As civilizations evolve, they lose the art of silly things. They forget to sleep like a baby. But you can also discover and become the person you've always wanted to be. We can be super heroes.
Brian: We're not getting through.
Computer: Connection lost.
Daisy: Our key to survival is the unconditional belief that what you fear most will never happen.

Walker:
WOW, it’s so good to hear a real voice.
But... I mean...
Are you for REAL?

Brian:
There's an unusual peak of GSM traffic on Walker's location. He's either making a lot of calls, or he's not alone.
Daisy (on radio):
Hi Walker, this is Daisy again. I want you to go outside and paint a big cross on the street. We're going to pick you up as soon as possible.
...
[door slams, Daisy and Brian are on the roof of their safehouse]
Brian:
Hey, do you think this fluffy bunny feet butterfly flower power stuff really works?
Daisy:
From a scientific perspective this may all sound like bull. That's exactly the problem but look.. I just turned my rusty teaspoon into gold.

[NOTE: This concept of Quantum Alchemy is exploited in many ways, the most succesfull rendition is the so called 'Secret' where you can use the Law of Attraction to bring your dreams into reality. I am truly convinced the Law of Attraction works, but you have to unconditionally believe in it and that's extremely hard (near impossible) when you're completely forked up and life sucks. However, if you're standing in front of a mirror thinking your fat while you're actually a wrapped skeleton, you found the dark side of the Law and it will not let go. With Krell machinery, you'd actually end up fat and you could start 'sculpting'.]

Brian:
Well, even gold is not going to buy us any food... Let's get off this roof. It feels like we're being watched.
[krell sound]