it the pope martian?
now, just relax, kid. this ain't gonna hurt. just a controlled drip of narkadine. when you're under, i'll just ask ya a few questions, nothin' real personal, just full details of yer private life so's we can tailor the wish-fulfillment program to your needs.
see? painless. i didn't feel a thing. hey, you're a nice kid.  you like a little somethin' extra?
good! kid -- have i got a girl for you! she's gonna like you. you're good-lookin'. gettin' sleepy? good. now, what's the first thing you think of when you're thinkin' about mars?
okay -- you will, dougle! i want ya to start counting backwards from a hundred for me.
okay, ernie, the trip to mars; number sixty-two.  and throw in that blonde.  we'll give him a real good time.
dougie? this sophie lull. can ya hear me?
good! .  i'm gonna ask ya a few more questions now. ya think you'll be able to answer 'em?
attaboy! to begin with, i wanna ask ya; -- you sex life. how many orgasms a week?
howie? listen, you'd better get in here.
you'd better get in here.
quail? dougie, can you hear me?
tell mcclane what you told us.
the narkadine cracked a memory cap. mars -- he's really been there.
he wants a false memory implanted -- of a trip he really took. someone at earth intelligence operations erased his memory. all he know was going to mars meant something special to him.
uh-uh.  that could promote a partial breakthrough of the real trip.
why don't we just wipe out the memory of his visit here?