MULDER: First Person Shooter.

SCULLY: Video games.

MULDER: Digital entertainment.

SCULLY: What's your business here?

LANGLY: Our business?

SCULLY: Yeah.

MULDER: Uh-huh.

FROHIKE: We're consultants to F.P.S.

BYERS: Langly did some programming for them. He created all of the bad guys.

LANGLY: Only the Euro goons.

FROHIKE: We don't want to give you the idea that we're major profit participants.

MULDER: Cash or stock options?

LANGLY: Options... preferred rate. Vesting immediately with a short-term exercise against venture collateral to bypass S.E.C. regs.

BYERS: The IPO's in a week.

SCULLY: Mulder, why does this game have the effect of reducing grown men back to moony adolescence?

MULDER: You have to admit, though, Scully, this is a pretty amazing piece of technology.

SCULLY: Yeah, wasted on a stupid game.

MULDER: Stupid?

SCULLY: Dressing up like high-tech warriors to play a futuristic version of Cowboys and Indians? What kind of moron gets his ya-yas out like that? Mulder, what - what purpose does this game serve except to add to a culture of violence in a country that's already out of control?

MULDER: Who says it adds to it?

SCULLY: You think that taking up weapons and creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value whatsoever? I mean, that the testosterone frenzy that it creates stops when the game does?

MULDER: Well, that's rather sexist, isn't it? I mean, maybe the game provides an outlet for certain impulses, that it fills a void in our genetic makeup that the more civilizing effects of society failed to provide for.

SCULLY: Well, that must be why men feel the great need to blast the crap out of stuff.

SCULLY: For the record, can you state your name, please?

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: For the record again, my name is Jade Blue Afterglow. I reside...

SCULLY: I'm sorry. Your real name?

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: That is my real name. What were you expecting? Mildred?

SCULLY: No.

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: I sure seem to be upsetting a lot of people around here.

SCULLY: Well, you're not upsetting me, Miss, uh...

MULDER: Afterglow.

SCULLY: Would it surprise you to know that you have been placed at a crime scene in the offices of F.P.S.?

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: Let's just say it takes a whole lot to surprise me.

SCULLY: You might want to start telling the truth.

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: And what truth am I not telling you?

MULDER: That you murdered two men. One with a 14th century broadsword and the other with a flintlock pistol.

JADE BLUE AFTERGLOW: Oh. You must have had me confused with my sister -- Xena, Warrior Princess.

LANGLY: How do you kill something that won't die?

MULDER: We came, we saw, we conquered. And if the taste of victory is sweet, the taste of virtual victory is not Sweet 'N Low, nor the bullets made of sugar. Maybe out past where the imagination ends our true natures lie, waiting to be confronted on their own terms. Out where the intellect is at war with the primitive brain in the hostile territory of the digital world where laws are silent and rules disappear in the midst of arms. Born in anarchy with an unquenchable bloodthirst we shudder to think what might rise up from the darkness.