Alphaville Page #5

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universal good.

If you plan to drive us from

the other galaxies, you'll fail.

You will not leave;

the exit is blocked.

We'll see.

Professor Vonbraun - do you

know where he lives?

Central Palace, South Zone,

behind Raw Materials Station.

Let's go.

Don't budge.

That way I'm sure you will

keep your word.

Out! Out!

No journalists!

You know "journalist" and "justice"

both begin with the same letter?

Tell your boss.

What can I do for you,

Mister Caution?

News travels fast here.

Because we're very rapidly

entering Light Civilization.

At about 300.000 kilometers

per second.

I'm returning to the Outlands.

Come with me.

Stay with us, Mister Caution.

When the war's over I'll put you

in charge of another galaxy.

You will have gold and women.

We are mastering a science

so fantastic

that the old American and

Russian control of atomic force

will seem pathetic.

I see.

You oppose my moral, even

supernatural, sense of vocation

with a simple physical

and mental existence,

easily controllable

by technicians.

Your ideas are strange,

Mr. Caution.

Some years ago,

in the Age of Ideas

yours would have been called

sublime ideas.

Look at yourself. Men of your type

will soon be extinct.

You'll become something

worse than dead.

You'll become a legend,

Mr. Caution.

Yes, I'm afraid of death

but for a humble secret agent

that's a fact of life, like whisky.

And I've drunk that all my life.

You never want to see

the Outlands again, Professor?

Goodbye, Mister Caution.

Such people will serve as

terrible examples to those...

...who see the world

as theater...

...when technical power

and its triumph...

...is the only act

in their repertoire.

I was running a straight line...

...which, like Dickson's

Greek labyrinth...

...and philosophers were lost,

as a secret agent was too.

In many respects...

...your reactions and your

modes of thought...

...differ...

...from present normality.

The inhabitants of Alphaville

are not normal.

They are the product of mutation.

Do you accept our proposal?

Answer silently...

...with yes or no.

I'll never betray the Outlands.

The present is terrifying...

...because it is irreversible,

and because it is of iron.

Time is the substance of which

I am made.

Time is a river

which carries me along.

But I am time.

It's a tiger, tearing me apart;

but I'm the tiger.

Look at her and me,

there's your answer.

We're happiness, and we're

heading towards it.

It is our misfortune

that the world is reality.

And I...

...it is my misfortune

that I am myself, Alpha 60.

Natasha, quick...

...think of the word love.

Here.

Not all the inhabitants died,

but all were stricken.

Those not asphyxiated

by the absence of light...

...circled crazily, like ants.

It was 23:
15, Oceanic Time...

...when Natasha and I left

Alphaville by the peripheral roads.

A night drive across intersidereal

space, and we'd be home.

Don't look back.

- Do you think they're all dead?

- Not yet.

They may recover, and Alphaville

will be happy, like Florence.

Like Angouleme-city,

like Tokyorama.

You can't go back.

- Have I slept for long?

- No, the space of an instant.

Where are we?

In the Outlands?

Not yet.

You're looking at me

with an odd face.

You're waiting for me

to say something.

I don't know what to say.

They're words I don't know.

I wasn't taught them.

Help me.

Impossible, Princess.

You must get there yourself.

Then you'll be saved.

If you don't,

you're as lost

as the dead of Alphaville.

I:

you

love.

I love you.

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