Why cure me? Give me a serious reason we can discuss now. If you're not loony, I'd have to...

Rantes: Why cure me? Give me a serious reason we can discuss now. Dr. Julio Denis: If you're not loony, I'd have to accept that you're an alien. That would mean I'm the loony. Rantes: Nature only allows for very slow change. It admits a change of species before a change of conscience. I'm more rational than you I respond rationally. If someone suffers, I console him. He needs help? I give it. So why do you think I'm mad? Someone looks at me, I respond. If someone talks, I listen. You've all gone slowly crazy not recognizing these responses. By simply ignoring them. If someone's dying, you let him die. Someone asks for help you look away. Someone's hunry you are wasteful. Someone's dying of sorrow, you lock him up so you don't see. A person who systematically behaves like that who is blind to the victims may dress well, pay his taxes, go to Mass, but you can't deny he's sick. Your world is terrifying. Why don't you look at real madness for a change? Stop persecuting sad people, meek people, those who don't want to buy, or can't buy, all that crap you'd so gladly sell me. If you could that is. Dr. Julio Denis: [Voiceover] Rantes had just made a move that surprised me. It seemed unprogrammed. Unexpected anger had surfaced . He tried to be the Cybernetic Christ, but rage made him like the other Christ, the old one. My thoughts were confused, half from shame, half from the anger he made me feel. The more Rantes became Christ, the more he'd end up like Him. I wouldn't admit it, but I wanted Rantes out of my life. Though history would see me, if this were true, as the Ponitus Pilate of the galaxies. Even so I preferred, as many Romans must have done, to risk a resurrection, rather than have him here saying what he was saying.