Æon Flux (1991)

Aeon Flux is a mysterious and amoral secret agent from the country of Monica. Her motives or background are left unexplained, as are those of her antagonist/love, Trevor Goodchild. On her missions, she deals swift, bloody "justice" to all that oppose her. The second season episodes of this series were unique in that Aeon died at the end of every single episode.

Keywords: 2d-animation, agent, belly-button, bondage, border-crossing, breasts, character-name-in-title, cleavage, clone, cloning

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Trevor: One wish, and it's yours.::Cybil: Anything?::Trevor: Just no heads on plates. I'm going to get a drink, would you like one?::Cybil: No, no thank you.::Trevor: Right, that would have been it you know.

[first lines]::Trevor Goodchild: The unobserved state is a fog of probabilities, a window of and for error. The watcher observes, the fog collapses, an event resolves. A theory becomes a fact... What is the truth? Tell me, if you know. And I will not believe you. Things are never what they seem. Clean gloves hide dirty hands - and mine are dirtier than most... Without truth, there can be no justice. Justice will be done!

Trevor: That's the funny thing about memories, we are only what we remember of ourselves.

Trevor: Ask yourself, can you give yourself your own evil and your own good?::Æon Flux: Don't make the mistake of fencing with me, I know who I am and what I am still capable of.

Trevor Goodchild: The dream to awaken our world...::Æon Flux: You're out of control.::Trevor Goodchild: I take control! Whose side are you on?::Æon Flux: I take no side...::Trevor Goodchild: You're skating the edge.::Æon Flux: I am the edge!::Trevor Goodchild: What you *truly* want, only I can give.::Æon Flux: You can't give it, can't even buy it, and you just don't *get* it.

Æon Flux: Fine to play with my feelings, but you are involving innocent people, Trevor! What are you doing to that poor girl!::Trevor: Jealous?

Æon Flux: What are you doing here?::Scafandra: He stole a sample of me. I can't let him make a copy of me.::Æon Flux: It's OK, I've taken care of it. The last thing I want is another one of you.

Trevor Goodchild: That which does not kill us, makes us stranger.

Æon Flux: You're drooling on me!::Trevor Goodchild: I'm a genius; therefore I can afford to drool.

Hostess Judy: Inks! Minks! The old witch winks, that fat beings to fry! No body home but Jumping Joan, father, mother and I! Sticks! Stocks! Stone Dead! Blind men can't see! Every knave will have a slave, you or I must be he!