Come Together

Hello! This is another idea that popped up when watching/listening to the fan commentary of 'Back To Reality'. I don't pretend that the initial idea is mine, it belongs to Ruth Emma Latchford, Jason Mercer, Claire Thompson, and Simon Wigg.

I just put some ideas together. They came up with the question, I just supplied my version of the answer.

They bring up good points; Like that the bay Sebastian's limo is in (Bay 47) just happens to be the bay that is Quarantine, which is mentioned 2 episodes earlier. And that, when they come out of the simulations, their hair is not 4 years of length. So they said that someone, probably the nurse, came in while they were playing, and cut the hair. They did a good job with 'Lister' but not so much 'Rimmer'. Though I thought all 4 looked good!

SUMMARY: How the alternative personalities in Back to Reality, got together to go into the game!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the episode, script, or anything! If you think so, lay off the Lithium Carbonate!

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Sebastian Doyle fiddled with his chocolate brown frizzed hair. He nodded as the tall cop told him of his newest advancements. He killed a few more, fine. But Sebastian couldn't concentrate on what the cop was saying. He was busy thinking of how this cop looked like Hitler.

He had started getting bored of the whole purifying democracy. When he first got the head job at the Ministry of Alteration, he had listened to these reports with almost uncontrollable excitement. Outside he was cool, but inside he was jumping up and down. He used to love making the person shuffle in embarrassment, as he told the Voter Colonel how low his number of altered people were. Being Voter Colonel had been the juiciest job ever.

But now, even though he was the Section chief of CGI, it was all getting very same-y.

Jake Bullet rubbed his badge, as though if in doing so, a genie would pop out and give him a wish. And he knew exactly what he would wish for. To be a real detective, instead of being a lowly person in the Cybernautic Division of the

Police Department. All those fancy words were just mumbo jumbo that meant 'traffic control'. He was the bottom of the pile.

This time of day, hardly anyone could be found around, so Jake really didn't have anything to do. Just sit on the hot pavement and think about how suck-y his life really was.

Billy Doyle hovered in the shadows of an empty alley. He was shaking from head to toe, but he wasn't cold. He had no idea what to do, and he was running out of time. There were witnesses, and the police around here were getting to be very good about catching run away criminals.

Billy couldn't believe how this had happened. He had had a good start, just like his half-brother. Billy's dad had run off, though. Then, his mother had married again, and had had Sebastian. But his mother seemed to love Sebastian more. It was like if she looked at Billy, she was reminded of her ex-husband, so she hated both of them. Life wasn't fair.

So Billy had acted up, trying to get his mother's love and affection, or at least her attention. The harder he goofed up, the more she loved Sebastian. Billy hated his half-brother. He burned with such a jealous fire in his veins, that he refused to talk to his half-brother. He hadn't talked to Sebastian in many years.

So, his mother stuck him in corrective institutions, then Billy was kicked out. That just fueled the adolescent's fury. He had a string of illegitimate children, then finally married one of his 'girls'. She just became all white shoes, no tights, and blotchy legs. Life sucked.

Then, when the court orders for maintenance came around, Billy, having no job, had to take up petty crimes just to pay for it. Then, when the crimes still weren't enough money to pay, he found himself in a bank, with a gun. Well, long story sort, an old lady got it through her hat, and he had to hide.

Billy slammed his head against the brick pavement behind him. Life really didn't like him.

Duanne Dibbley stood at the door of the Salvation Army hostel, fumbling with the key and lock. Why was it so hard to unlock the smeggin' thing!

Duanne was just a guy off the street. He hated himself. He was a dork, and an ugly dork at that. He had a bob haircut, and a very large overbite. He longed to be handsome like the people in his magazine, "Why You Aren't Sexy!". Nope. He was a no style gimboid. God, if only he could be cool.

There! That 'set up' the story!