Jagger, bound and gagged, is signed over by his father to Whitehaven Psychiatric. Out at the chemical factory, Arlee and Imogen seek answers. Arlee: Quiet now Imogen. This is the Ratchly Chemical Factory. And no offence, but if you only knew what went on here in the past, it’d piss all over your C.U.N.T. Imogen: What’s wrong with Countdown Underway New Tomorrow? The Meemong are part of us and I gave them to you. Arlee: You go into a trance though. You’re like an empty vessel. They fill your sparse mind! My mind has always been closed. I’m as ignorant as they come! But somehow things no-one should ever hear, I have heard, and things no-one should ever see- Imogen: have seen, yes, uh-huh, sorry but listen, Mr- Arlee: Arlee… Imogen: Mr Arlee, I have just seen a man’s moles move on his face and a man turn spit into plants. Maybe I am catching up? Arlee: It’ll be a while yet... Now you stay put. It could be dangerous. Everything looks different to the last time I was here. But one thing hasn’t changed… Dirty infestation! Imogen: Oh well, careful then Arlee. It could possibly kill you. Arlee: Great, thanks. You’re an asset to the team. Imogen: I’ll hide inside this pipe duct. Arlee: Good idea. Stay out of the way… Right, this is Arlee Davidson, Ratchly Radio’s best presenter… Ugh, I’m doing this for you… Lorna… and the future of humanity. Imogen: Who are you speaking to? Arlee: Fuck off… (Walks down steel walkway) Arlee: That looks like the foreman’s office. Careful now Arlee, stay far back out of harm’s way… like Charlie Bird reportin’ in a war… (Steam burst) Arlee: Ahh me eyes! Fuckin’ steam pipe. Who put that there! Ahh- (Foghornius foot slams down) Foghornius: Need a tissue? (Tissues plucked from a box) Arlee: Thanks yeah, do you know where I can fi-AARGHGHGH!! Foghornius: Arooooo! Arlee: Lilo! Lilo McGregor?! But, but you’re dead! Seventeen years ago I s-saw you die! Foghornius: Sensing digestive and cognitive overload. Arlee: Awww, me head, this isn’t… aw, voices, Lilo… you’re de- (Collapses) (Duct perspective) Imogen: (breathing) Foghornius: Cognitive functions… ceased. Narrator: Arlee breaks down at sight of his long-gone friend Lilo, in front of the hidden and frightened Imogen. (Dickus, Spikus and Bert run over) Dickus: What’s the commotion, my metal lord? Spikus: Oooh, it’s- it’s… Bert: Hagh, who’s this lad? Dickus: Would ya look who it is! Is he alive? Foghornius: Limited vital signs. Spikus: Wha-oohm, what do we do with him Dickus? Dickus: Well he’s as useless as you Spike! Dump him in the ditch. We don’t need this one. His mutation posed no danger. Where are the other revolters? Hang on, stop the lights! Didn’t our last Overlord Malthus Brindle get transmissions from ‘Jagger’? Something about him falling in the ‘Vat of Mutagen’ back in ’99? Got covered in our bio-chip formula… Spikus: Bio chips! Dickus: Opened up a channel didn’t he? Foghornious! Foghornius: The human’s signal is scrambled. It is this planet’s magnetic loop. Dickus: No, too much drugs probably. Stoned as usual, no wonder he could slow down time. Actually, maybe we did that, yunno, that time we kidnapped him and put him into the Perverter up on the Clinkership? Foghornius: It is this planet’s magnetic loop; too much interference when relaying in and out of the atmosphere to the Savage Garden. Dickus: Here, you’re showing off now! No-one likes a big-head. Spikus: Exactly! Dickus: Are you talking about me? Spikus: Ah, I said nothing as usual Dickus. Dickus: Right, we need to kidnap the ‘Tucker’. He’s got a super big brain, probably even more than Tonus. He grew an even bigger one on the Savage Garden… Just add it to the list- Bert: Hagh, ha-ha-aggh… Dickus: What’s wrong with you? Having a Heptikleptic fit? Bert: Hagh, ha-ha-aggh, hmm, did you say ‘Tucker’? Sure he turned up for work this mornin’! Said he had a contract with the plant. Former fuckin’ foreman Gerry Frehley signed it. Dickus: Hear that Spikus?! It just keeps getting better and better! Bert: He’s on the forks now out in the yard! Dickus: Don’t even have to hunt them down! (Yard atmosphere, forklift stops, jumps down) Tucker: Right (opens container), this looks a likely candidate. ‘Neozine… 1-Chloro-3-ethylamino-5-isopropylamino-2,4,6-triazineI’, ‘Atrazine…’ Is this that fackin’ poison? Gotta try and get a sample of each. Dickus: Before what? Tucker: Before I get see- aw faack! Foghornius: Do not move human. Tucker: Argh! Foghorn! You fell off Jagger’s denims into the mutagen! I saw you- Dickus: Die! Yes, yes, the other one said that too. Tucker: Who the fack Dickus, have- Foghornious: Organic waste will cease communication. Tucker: Alroight mate, get out of my face. Bert: Hagh, now, Tucker, I’m sorry but, going to have to dock something from your wages for this. Tucker: For wot? You can’t do that! Dickus: Oh we can, and we can do a lot better than that. Sorry lad. Spikus: Uh-oh, sorry Tucker… Tucker: Wot’s with all the apologies? You can let me go if you’re all that remorseful. Dickus: Yeah sorry Tucker, we have to kidnap you. Tucker: Wot and put me in the ‘Perverter’ and torture me too? Bad move. You all know what happened to Jagger. Dickus: Eh, no. Our human approach has thankfully progressed. Foghornious! Foghornious: Yes commander? Dickus: Seize his brain. (Foghornius foot slams down) Tucker: Oi! Get your metal mitts off me skull! (Whirring, sizzling, zapping, pumping) Bert: Urgh! HOH? What are yis doin’? Tucker: Mrrrnnngggh… Gurgle… urnf. Foghornius: Human brain activity uploaded. (Tucker collapses) Dickus: Exactly that. We’ve abducted Tucker’s overly large brain feed. Modern technology! All done in an instant. No waitin’, no mess. Anyway, enough bragging. That’s all we need of Mr Tucker. Dump him with the other lad. What’s left of them is no threat to us now. High five me Foghorn. Eh, no? Ok, fair enough… Bert: You’re going to leave them here? Sure then I may get on to the hospital. Foghornius: Neutralation advised. Orders given. Dickus: Calm down Foggy, I know the orders. Boghead said ‘wipe them out’. Tonus said ‘remove them’. Two of them here, wiped out and removed. I don’t have to neutralate them! Sure didn’t I expect to be neutralated and I was spared by the Boghead. That’s compassion! And I’m full of it! Spikus: I’m proud of you Dickus. Dickus: But that Busher one. He fuckin’ dies, with his moving moley face! Come on, we’ve work to be doin’. I need to take a look inside Tucker’s massive mind. Bert: Eh, you could have just asked him? Dickus: Ah the innocence. And you think he’d tell me the truth? Someone told me you humans have the most startling capability of self-delusion. Youse are not a rational species. You fuckers lie... Bert: Hagh? Dickus: Don’t look so shocked Bert, this is nartin’. I’ll take you on a tour of the Clinkership, wouldn’t that be nice? You can sit on Foghorious’s knees. Cheer you up no end! Foghornious: Overlord. Tucker brain analysis shows no heightened state, no above-average intelligence. He was a standard human. Dickus: What? But he had a big brain. I saw him use it! He was a mutant! How’d they pass the Savage Garden? Foghornious: Blank areas suggest highly evolved cerebral information but no trace now. Dickus: Ah bollocks! What’s goin’ on here? Right… Keep up the hunt, you Bert, come with me… (Walking into distance) (Imogen climbs out of the duct) Imogen: Oh Meemong! What have you done? You sent them to their dooms.. Oh my, they’re still breathing… Breathing. Good. Oh help me Meemong what do I do? Show me a sign! Tucker:  Gurgle gurgle… bokkle! Arlee: Urrrrr…shmgmggj…. Imogen: What do I do, what do I do? Narrator: Barely alive, used-up Tucker and broke-down Arlee need rescue by Imogen Telch. Meanwhile, fast approaching Ratchly main square is an angry Ginger and a starving Busher. Amplevoicepod make ear-film comedy drama adventures where we submerge your ears in a sea of sound, putting you at the heart of the story along with our heroes. Bursting out feature-length stories with over 40 titles and 50+ characters, all created from collaborative ideas and sculpted over months to arrive at the final mix. Panspermia I & II & III are a 4.5-hour sci-fi podcast series by Amplevoicepod divvied up into 12 storming sections for your delectation. If you like podcast stories with atmosphere, panic and stupidity, served in high resolution audio, where you can immerse yourself into another world (and who wouldn't these days hmm?) you may just get this. A prime feast of a podcast. Not quite Jamie and his Magic Torch but just as awesome.