Do you have any pills?
Oh, never mind. I have some here.
Uh, b-b-uh÷ what is this pill?
It's an exhaltation transference pellet, of course.
Hmm. I know nothing of this.
I see. Well, on Earth, when our psychocardiogram readings are in perfect confluence, and we wish to "make love", as you call it, we take an exhaltation transference pellet, and remain like this ů here, let me show you÷
[She kneels across the chamber from him, stretches out her hand, and closes her eyes.]
for one minute, or until full rapport is achieved.
. . .
Ah! I don't care for that!
[He points toward the bed.]
This! This is what I mean. This! The bed.
That?! But nobody's done that for centuries! I mean, nobody except the very poor, who can't afford the pills and the psychocardiogram readings.
'Cause it was proved to be distracting and a danger to maximum efficiency! And÷ and because it was pointless to continue it when other substitutes for ego support and self-esteem were made available.
And now, Barbarella÷ don't you agree with me? That in some things, the old-fashioned ways are best after all?
What? Oh, that. Yes, I must admit it was rather÷ interesting. Still, I see what they mean by saying it's distracting.
I'm from the planet Earth. My name is Barbarella.
But you're soft and warm! We're told that Earth beings are cold.
Not all of us.
Thank you very much.
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing.
[Barbarella tries to run, but the woman grabs her by the arm and draws her close.]
You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
My name isn't Pretty-Pretty, it's Barbarella.
That's screaming! A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
Pygar, come. Tell me what that means.
"Chamber÷ of Ultimate÷ Solution".
I don't like the sound of that.