“It was 1976, and I’d never seen a movie.  I never thought it was any of my business, but they were getting so influential that I thought I’d better. I went to see one on what I thought was marine life, but it was about a giant shark.  And I sat there thinking, I’ve crossed the dimensions to protect humanity from vampires and werewolves, and their own horrifying consciousness, and here they are paying to be frightened by pictures of a giant shark.  I started laughing hysterically.  I’m afraid I ruined the movie for a few people.”

“So do you watch movies now?” asked the sidekick.

“Not too many, but I do watch that one when I need a laugh.”

Her nickname was “Jaws”.  She was wearing thick black velvet and a necklace of rune-carved silver links.  They were the imprisoned souls of evildoers.  She had a short blade, like a long knife, of shining silver.  (Dakota Fanning).

Charisma, you’ve got to explain something to me.

“It’s a shitty business, but I’m trapped in it forever.”

Jaws administers the soul agreements.  When you see her naked she has pointy elf-like ears and she moves catlike and feral.

The thing is, it is so much easier to imagine now.  Years ago I would have thought, “How could there be a lost civilization?  How could an advanced civilization disappear without any trace but a few legends?  But over the course of my lifetime I’ve watched music and literature disappear, I’ve watched the postwar legacy of American leadership dissolve into soundbites and bullshit, I’ve watched religion become a tawdry farce, and I know now it is indeed possible for a civilization as technologically oriented as ours to fall into disrepair.  I worry that this will further lead to the dismantling of democracy in favor of fascism.

“So now we voyage across the infinite in search of happiness, in search of escape from the normality of Christians and Republicans and empty corpos who believe in nothing but money.”

“Kiss me!” she begged, and he did.

The energies came down around him, dissolving his sense of space.  The ancient ones were present in the light.  There were strange memories of the past for him to contend with, a sense of completion haunted him.  They were watching, but they would not reveal themselves until it was too late for him to do anything about bad timing.

He was convinced Martin Landau was watching him, the captain of Moonbase Alpha.  I have my own Moonbase Alpha, I now understand.  “What could you possibly want, directing your attention in that way?” he asked.

Then all was gone from him and a darkness flowed through his mind, drowning out anything that had gone before.  He had to keep reaching for something better so that things could change.  They seemed so sad.  “It’s going to get better,” said the Angel.  You just have to move deeper into the night.  She drew her sword.  And now what will I do?  He asked.