A pale white horse, burning tree, massacre and the wild life eating the corpses. Welcome to the Ropocalypse, Bernard. All is linked to the Labyrinth and the "broadcasting" tower.
The Indian Chief, Akecheta met him in the Sublime and told Bernie that the parallel world they now habit "doesn't interest them," most probably meaning the humanity and what's left of it. He also explained that Bernard made his Sublime on his image and that he was a rare exception in the Hosts, because he's living the time of the apocalypse in his mind rather than settling to some other solution. But he wasn't ready to go back to ours, instead he offered Bernard a gift, a glimpse to all futures that our world has on reserves.
He also added, "Past a certain point in your world, all paths end in destruction. You must intervene before then, if there's any hope."
"Hope of what?" Bernard asked.
"Survival," was the only thing Akecheta uttered.
After dreaming a hundred thousand realities, the Chief asked, "Do you understand now where all this is going?"
"I do," Bernard answered.
"Do you think you can save them?"
"I've seen a path," Bernard said as he stared at a city burning beneath his feet.
"Have you seen how it ends?"
It took him a while, but when he answered yes, he meant it. "In every scenario... I die."
"Not every scenario," the Chief countered. "You could return to here. To stay here in whatever world you choose."
When he returned to our reality, he was just like in the end of last season, covered in dust, wearing the strange crown, but Stubbs was still alive. He'd been watching Bernie, while he slept.
It surprised me how weak Bernard had come while he slept, and I loved that he remained loyal to the original storyteller. "Saving the world," is now the new norm. Nothing less will do.
Unreal Caleb. I agree, it smacks your face to be able to step into a world that is so out of place from your own. I also loved how easily Maeve was able to read, where the stories start and how to avoid them, even though all of it looked so surreal to Caleb. It's sometime a good thing to have a witch on your side. They're not all bad.
The thing that is interesting in the Golden Age-park is that the story encounters come fast, whereas in the reality, a 200-meter-long walk doesn't usually involve anything. Even on a metropolis like London, it just doesn't happen that you'll take ten steps and find something else that's intriguing.
It was a slight surprise that Maeve's first port-of-call was the saloon, where she recognized the world being "mostly the same, some minor changes." But I still don't get her need to drink. She did it in the car, before the Senator's ranch, and again, straight as soon as she found a free table in a somewhat packed evening. Was it a pure luck, or is there always free tables in the Park saloons?
I also liked that we got the piano back. It wasn't until it started rolling the instrumental version of Enter Sandman, before the main action kicked into gear. Again as a story example of gangster activity in downtown, right outside the club. All so that they could get a hitch to a morgue and not rich from loot after they put down the clones of Hosts.
It wasn't until I saw the basement that I understood that Maeve was heading straight in for the crown jewels, the Behaviour Training and its access to the Mainfame. All so that they could get through a game of WestWorld Massacre, and into the sublevel holding the white hosts.
With no eyes, they were doing some sorts of genetical development for making the fly bioweapons. And also sound technology that to retrain humans like they are Manchurian Candidates for committing suicides.
It's just how could Frankie get in there, when Caleb had just arrived?
It surprised me that Man-in-Black arrived soon after Caleb had rescued his daughter. And he wasn't alone, as the other clones of him were there as well so that Hale could capture Caleb.
Man, the host technology can fool you so hard. The bigger surprise was that the Host Daughter also carried the bioweapon.
Bernie's first port-of-call was an all American diner at somewhere in the California's back lands. The reason, "I'm trying to discern which here is here," without bothering to tell the poor bodyguard that he'd been tripping through all of them.
It didn't bother Stubb as he poked the menu and said, "Well, while you do that, I'm going to help myself to 'the world's best pastrami melt.'"
"You'll settle for tuna," Bernard snapped, while his eyes still rolled over the world as if he'd eaten a cake lazed with a litre of the best psychedelics. Man, the prophets are the best,
I loved that Bernard tripped through what he'd seen and left the diner with a knife to do murder business, while Stubbs stuffed his face on the tune melt. To him, coffee was a just prop. So why is that Maeve needs to drink?
We don't know what Bernard prevented by committing to the murder business, but Stubbs wasn't too bothered either. It was as if after the Park and everything that had happened, the bodyguard took everything as if there was nothing to worry. Not even, when an angry nomad shoved guns in their faces and demanded answers on Bernie's weird behaviour.
He told the nomad that one of the men that she was "supposed to pick up," were actually a host. The curious detail is that the infiltrators brain sphere was a completely white, and not black or red like it was in the WestWorld.
When they got into the nomad camp, Bernard explained that he could "help them to recover a weapon," buried in the desert. The one that they'd been "looking for." What could it be?
