Topic: Sliders (2025): A hypothetical reboot where no one wants to go home
What would SLIDERS be in 2025?
The original SLIDERS treated 1994 America as a troubled but ultimately utopian society. In the first episode, the American dollar is shown to be so available that an injured construction worker can receive some just by filing a lawsuit, Wade can turn down huge sales in favour of bigger sales later, and Quinn can create sliding from junkyard parts. In the Russian-ruled America of the parallel Earth, the Russians fear the American dollar bill, a potent symbol of resistance and revolution.
A few episodes in, the show became a bit more critical of the present, questioning society's obsession with professional sports and questioning the gender bias and questioning our attitudes to population growth. But it's merely saying that 1994 America is silly as opposed to dangerous or exploitative or evil. 1994 America is safe and comforting and stable and their home. But is that really America in 2025?
What if... ?
Rembrandt Brown is a musician facing bankruptcy and homelessness. Professor Arturo is a genius being sued into oblivion after he exposed his university as one giant scam to put students in generational debt. Wade Welles a college activist is looking at jail time after attending a protest that turned violent. And Quinn Mallory is a physics student turned fugitive after stealing medical equipment and supplies to keep his mother on dialysis after their insurance ran out.
Quinn attempts to create a zero point battery to recharge his stolen dialysis machine. It fries the San Francisco power grid, and rips a hole in reality.
Quinn barely notices because his mother suddenly seizes and dies, just as Wade, a former classmate trying to bring Quinn some supplies, enters the basement of the foreclosed home where Quinn and his mother had been living with all the medical supplies Quinn stole to try to treat his mother while holding out for a transplant that never came.
The rip in reality expands into a vortex, sucking in Quinn, Wade, and a passing car driven by Rembrandt (a rideshare driver) with Professor Arturo (Rembrandt's passenger).
On the next world, Quinn and Wade emerge from the vortex and then dodge Rembrandt's car as it flies out into a ditch. Quinn and Wade are relieved that Rembrandt and the Professor are okay as they extract them from the crashed car, the Professor is familiar with Quinn (a former student) and recognizes the vortex and Quinn is mute and in shock. Wade (a science student in this version) is explaining how Quinn's zero point battery opened what seems like an interdimensional gateway -- and then Rembrandt erupts in rage, yelling at Quinn for his carelessness, his recklessness.
REMBRANDT: "You are crazy! You knocked out power to the city! Your sci-fi sinkhole almost killed me! I almost died!"
(Quinn stares right through Rembrandt, blank.)
REMBRANDT: "What's wrong with you? Say something! Say -- "
WADE: "Stop it!"
REMBRANDT: "What?!"
WADE: "His mother just died! Stop it!"
REMBRANDT: "What... ?"
ARTURO: "Is there any chance, Ms. Welles, that Mr. Mallory's mother died peacefully many weeks or months ago surrounded by loved ones -- "
WADE: "She died two minutes ago will you shut up!"
(Quinn suddenly collapses to his knees in tears.)
REMBRANDT: "Oh, no! Kid! I'm so sorry. I love my momma too. No, not really, but oh, man. This is terrible. But no one's... hurt... no, I... "
ARTURO: "Give him some space, Mr. Brown."
(Quinn begins to weep as Wade rushes to his side.)
WADE: "Quinn. Quinn? Look at me."
QUINN: "I... couldn't make the battery work... "
WADE: "That doesn't matter -- "
QUINN: (holding up the timing mechanism) "It was all for nothing!" (screaming) "She lay there knowing I was going to fail! I couldn't power the machine! I couldn't help her! I let her die! She died knowing I was useless and worthless!"
(Wade wraps her arms around Quinn.)
WADE: "No! No! Sweetie, no. She died knowing you did everything you could. She died knowing -- that you loved her."
(Wade kisses Quinn on the forehead. Quinn cries, burying his face into Wade's shoulder.)
(Rembrandt stares at Quinn and Wade. Quinn looks up from Wade.)
QUINN: "I'm... " (through the tears) "Sorry about your car."
(Rembrandt lowers himself to sit next to Wade and Quinn and cautiously puts a hand on Quinn's shoulder.)
REMBRANDT: "It's just a car. I'm so sorry about your mom. So sorry. You're a good boy. You loved her. No way she didn't know that."
ARTURO: (looking off into the distance) "I'm going to take a look around. Stay here." (looking at Quinn briefly) "Take a moment, but we may not have many to spare." (preparing to set off) "We don't know where we are."
The new sliders have landed on a parallel where objective truth has been completely eroded. Misinformation and propaganda are rampant, and where society is fractured into warring factions based on competing narratives. The sliders pool their talents to create a timing mechanism to reopen the rift to take them home while exploring this dangerous world.
After an adventure and reopening the rift, the sliders return to their home Earth -- only to find the house surrounded by police pursuing Quinn and Wade. Meanwhile, Professor and Arturo are inundated with new voicemails from lawyers and creditors.
The sliders elect to reopen the vortex and escape to a parallel Earth rather than remain in the misbegotten situation that passes for home.
On the next Earth, Quinn and the Professor determine: Quinn's accident created a permanent tear in reality. The timer is linked to this rift back home. A rift that will pursue the sliders across all realities. The timer they've built can feed off the advance energies of that rift and create an alternate gateway a few minutes in advance of the rift. It can take the sliders to a new world in order to dodge the rift each time. The time between slides will sometimes be hours, sometimes days.
But if the sliders fail to slide, the rift will draw them back.
The sliders must continue to slide. For if they fail to slide, they'll be taken home, and home is the last place any of them ever want to be.
SLIDERS
2025Sometimes, the only way forward is to leave it all behind.
Dear God. Is this really where we are? I think it might be.
Uh. I feel bad about this. Slider_Quinn21 once said that SLIDERS writes itself. This one... wrote itself.
Sorry.
Special thanks to Temporal Flux.