Mars et Avril Page #3

Arthur, can one die

from an orgasm...

the way one can die

from a dream?

Your breath is your soul.

If you are out of breath,

it could mean that your soul

is aging faster than your body.

But how can I restore the balance?

You must bond with

a complementary soul.

Can't you just prescribe me

a quicker way out?

A kind of pulmonary balm?

What you need

is a fusion of souls.

Hold on

to what makes you feel good.

And whatever you do,

don't let it go.

It's dangerous to interfere

with other people's dreams.

What's wrong?

Am I old?

What do you mean?

Have I wasted time?

You speak as if you were dead.

I just feel like

a big part of myself

is disappearing, that's all.

So you must give life

to a new one!

It's time to try

your new instrument.

Jacob, you must be creative

with this one.

It's a unique, complex

and fragile instrument.

So, are you ready for takeoff?

I've been ready for 50 years!

One, two, three, four.

Obus is deflating.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Who did you use as a model?

It has nothing to do

with the model.

Eugene must have made a mistake.

Where are you going?

The show starts in one hour.

I might have time to repair it.

Relax. We'll be at the bar.

You sabotaged the instrument!

I would never sabotage

anyone's dream.

That goes against my principles.

You didn't even look at my plan!

I didn't need your plan.

It's useless to look for

something that doesn't exist.

There is no mistake, no sabotage.

The instrument

is technically perfect.

The problem lies elsewhere.

Hi.

This has never happened

to me before.

- Jacob, what's wrong?

- It's going too fast.

I can slow down the record

even more if you like.

No, no, no. It's not the record.

It's my head that's spinning.

My lungs are weakening.

Where is your inhaler?

I don't need it.

When I'm with you,

I can breathe better.

I'm the one who needs it.

But you have the lungs

of a young virgin.

It's time for me to retire, April.

One needs to know

when to bow out.

I've had a good run. That's it.

You'll need to pose for a long time.

You mean eternal repose?

No. I mean posing for a photograph.

Now? I'm in a hurry.

I have a concert tonight.

You know, there are other ways

to put time on hold.

Dear audience of the Liquid Pub,

Mr. Obus is running

a little late tonight,

but he should be here any minute.

Thank you for your patience.

Next station.' Champ-de-Mars.

Mind the doors.

You're already a part of me...

yet I barely know you.

Do you even exist?

Station.' Champ-de-Mars.

Montreal Teleportation Service,

how can I help?

I got on the teleporter

with a young lady

but got out all alone.

It happens even

to the best couples.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

She disappeared!

It's common, mainly with guide dogs

for the blind and illiterate.

Only use the teleporter on your own.

Can't you read instructions?

I can, but this was the first time.

There is a first time

for everything.

So, the lady has disappeared.

Can you describe her?

- Her name is April.

- April...

She has blue eyes.

She's beautiful and I love her.

You love her. Noted.

Thank you for using

our teleportation service.

Wait, hold on!

What happened to her?

Don't worry. Nothing ever gets lost,

nothing creates itself.

Good night.

- Good night. Good night...

I said one hour, not two!

I waited for her my whole life

and ended up losing her.

Where is she?

The concert is canceled, Arthur.

Mr. Obus?

Mr. Obus!

We're closing.

Come on, one last Dream Petroleum.

If I may say so, sir,

it's not a good idea.

Gentlemen,

live from the Red Planet...

Tell us what it is like up there.

Very well. What have you

been up to since you arrived?

There is not much to do, you know?

Okay, let's talk about

Operation Hertz,

which was launched

by scientists in order to...

Operation Hertz was planned

in order to build

a teleporter on Mars

that would solve

the issue of loneliness.

... come and meet us...

I seeI And has this

teleporter been built?

But something

obviously went wrong...

The first female MarsonauteI

Will you be sending

her back to Earth?

Another one, quick!

Sorry, gentlemen,

I can't hear you very well.

Mr. Obus, are you okay?

I'm on my way, April.

Where am I? On Mars?

That was very careless of you.

How are you, Jacob?

Since when are we allowed to just

jet off without permission?

Come on.

You were out of it

for a few days.

But don't worry,

it's still April.

April! Where is she?

- I beg your pardon?

- The Martian girl.

Are your lungs failing, Jacob?

No, not the lungs.

It's the soul.

Mr. Obus has lost his inspiration.

I give up.

I lied to you, guys.

All these years,

I've been lying to everyone.

When April and I made love,

it was my first time.

And probably my last.

But believe me...

when I say that...

during all these years,

I tried my best

to speak convincingly about things

I knew nothing about.

Well, you were certainly

very convincing.

I'm sorry.

We can't leave our audience

on such a sad note.

We have to give

one last performance.

You owe it to us,

after lying for so long.

If not for you, do it for us.

Or for April.

You're the only one that can

make this instrument work.

You create the limits

of your own reality.

The answer is within you.

What do you know about reality?

An electric eel for Mr. Obus.

And a flying fish for Mr. Spaak.

Enjoy!

The universe that surrounds us

is just an illusion.

Our inner and outer worlds

are closely linked.

One cannot exist

without the other. Look.

Our conscience creates

physical reality.

Whether you like it or not,

science is the new religion.

You must have faith.

I have no faith in science.

It stole April away from me.

- And it will bring her back to you!

How would you like

to try out my new invention?

You'd make the perfect guinea pig.

Back to our

point of departure.' Montreal.

Thank you for traveling

across the world

aboard the Orient Express.

Please take the time

to finish your food.

Enjoy your eveningI

It's all in your head.

In yours too, Jacob.

Your brain is a spaceship.

It can take you wherever

you want to go, even to Mars!

We're all set for your departure.

Where are you going, Eugene?

Your dreams are getting agitated.

I must prepare to harness them.

If you want to hear my dreams,

come with me tonight

to the Liquid Pub.

My friends,

I'm going to play

an exceptional instrument.

Are you doing it on purpose?

Arthur, I need your help.

So, what do you think?

- I wouldn't have drawn it this way.

- Of course not!

Can this thing take off?

Well, not in the way

you think, Jacob.

The eye is the brain's camera

as well as the soul's screen.

Jacob will serve as the eye

and Arthur will be the screen.

The visual influx

amplified by Jacob's brain

will be sent back

to Arthur's eye in a loop.

The unconscious imagery

will repeat itself infinitely,

leading Jacob

into his own depths.

Feedback!

I won't be able

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