Doomsday Prophecy Page #7

with the constellation.

She's right.

We've got four minutes left.

Give me the rod.

Sir, I wasn't expecting you.

Son, get up out of there.

We need to have a chat.

I'd rather not.

I wasn't asking.

Son, whatever it is down

in that hole,

it does not need

to be activated.

If we don't activate it, sir,

we are all gonna die.

Do you understand that

the world is about to end?

You're wrong.

The gravitational forces working

on the Earth need

to run their course.

We've survived it before.

We'll survive it again.

- We don't know that, sir.

- Oh, but I do.

It's survival of the fittest now.

And in the meantime,

I will be guiding the world's elite

through the gauntlet

with the help of that rod.

You're a lunatic.

Oh, no, I'm simply a patriot.

I have known

for years about that rod

and its ability

to predict the future.

That rod never belonged

to your father,

- and it doesn't belong to you.

- My father?

Rupert Crane.

He didn't tell you?

We only have

two minutes left.

I wouldn't worry.

We have all the time

in the world.

Give it up, son.

Give it up, son.

You just signed

our death warrants.

I prefer to think of it as a birth

certificate for a new America.

I can't allow that, sir.

And thou shalt take this rod

in thine hand,

wherewith thou shalt do

miraculous signs.

- Where are my visions?

- Here's one.

Alignment in 10 seconds!

Eric, do it now!

Five, four,

three, two,

one!

It's working.

It worked.

I spent so many years

studying those heads...

trying to unlock

their mysteries.

Now we know their purpose,

but, oh, the questions.

It's one big cosmic can

of worms.

Whoever built this

did us one hell of a favor.

Yeah.

You know,

you could use this

to find out more

about our saviors.

The next time I use this,

it's gonna be to bet

on some horses.

How are you feeling?

Besides getting shot and finding out

that my superior officer is a nut job,

I'm okay.

I got a signal.

This is the President

of the United States.

To all the survivors

of the human race,

the worst is over.

Yesterday, we survived the peak

of the gravitational pull

that was tearing apart

our world.

In the next few days,

earthquakes

will gradually diminish.

Now for the sake of humanity,

we must come together

and rebuild.

This is a worldwide broadcast

sent out

to any and all survivors.

You are not alone.

I repeat,

you are not alone.

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