O-Bi, O-Ba: The End of Civilization Page #3

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There's no harm in him... Come...

Do you like it here?

I am happy they have rented this room to me,

and you know, almost for nothing.

You know, his wife says

I bring some life in here.

They are freaks,

but I don't mind it at all.

I have got used to it.

Say that you

like this place.

What are they

doing over there?

Don't you know?

It's a practice session.

When the Ark arrives,

there will be a terrible

crush for the entrance,

and they won't let everyone in.

So I and my friends have come to

a conclusion that when the Ark arrives,

they will have to rope it

to the ground, won't they?

And we are planning to get inside

by climbing the ropes, you see?

I know it may be ungentlemanly,

but the point is to get inside, isn't it?

And that's why

they are practicing.

And besides, it is very

pleasant to walk in the air like this.

You know, I also must learn it.

It's awfully warm in

this millionaire's lodge.

You know what they told me?

They said they are used to it.

They said that even if

the world ends tomorrow,

they will keep it warm,

because they are rich.

Do you think we

will be rich some day?

Maybe.

Why don't you ever

call me by my name?

I don't know

what it means.

Gea?

It used to be a very expensive

vodka for the wealthy. Didn't you know?

What are you

waiting for, stupid?

Calm down.

Look there,

do you see it?

I see it.

What is it?

It is soaring, flying off.

So beautiful, so white,

with a gilded framework.

What is flying off?

The Ark.

They have deserted me, flew

away without me, do you understand?

They didn't want me. Why?

What for? Can you see it?

Yes.

Is it flying off?

It's off already.

Where have you been?

Doing my duty. They won't plant

leaflets on Kraft any more.

I talked to them.

Then I talked to that engineer.

And I moved around those freaks

down there. The usual business.

Baldhead:

Leave the freaks alone!

It's no longer a save-the mankind

play. It's saving our ass.

You were to motivate that engineer

into repairing the dome mechanism.

The sh*t dome covers all of us.

If it falls apart,

they will die, as well as us.

You and me!

He refused in spite

of the consequences.

This is no place

for human rights bullshit.

He is the only guy who can

mend the dome stabilizing mechanism.

You are a persuasion specialist

and you've proved an a**hole!

I hope you reminded him that

there is minus 30 centigrades outside

and radiation that can finish

everybody off in a few hours??

His refusal has an element

of deliberate suicide and...

- I guess I read him.

- And what's the matter with you?

Find your uniform overtight?

You may join them

and die with them,

but first you will force

him to do what he has to do.

You shithead, you.

But he believes that

his decision agrees

with the faith of those two

thousand people who have come here.

What decision and what faith?!

What faith?! The escape into a myth,

the escape from reality, the Ark faith!

There are now not more

than 850 people left alive.

The remainder have died

of cold, dirt and malnutrition.

For none of them even thinks of

flushing up the jakes after crapping.

If that prick fails

to change his sentiments,

if you fail to amend your faith,

we will be all dead in a few weeks!

We must exploit the faith

in the Ark for our ends.

Am I declare myself a

priest and hand out opium?

We gotta give them

something they will accept.

Something unofficial.

Something to mobilize them

and wrest them out of lethargy.

And maybe then they would start

flushing up the jakes after crapping?

What about the details?

I don't know.

Give me a time.

Then f*** out,

f*** out!

Go and build a

miraculous Ark for them.

Yes, ha, ha, ha.

Make a conspiratorial Ark

for them, ha, ha, ha, you!

F*** out!

Ha, ha, yes, make a conspiratorial

Ark for them, ha, ha, ha.

- What do you want?

- Books.

- The author?

- Collective.

Good. There are

many collective works

about the Booroos' geopolitics,

the Booroos' plotting.

- The real face of Booroodemocracy.

- All this is about the Booroos?

- Of course.

- And the other books?

There was an order to

leave only books about the Booroos

and all of them have been left.

According to the order.

- Who needs the rubbish?

- It's no rubbish.

They are precious, proven

truths for generations to come,

to make them remember who had

unleashed this nuclear holocaust,

to reveal to our grandchildren the

true face of the Booroo provocation.

I see, but where

are the other books?

Hush!

The Booroos are eavesdropping.

There are no Booroos here.

And who plants

the leaflets?

There was one Booroo,

but I tracked him down.

And what?

And I shot him dead.

Did you?!

It's great.

You should have staged a

public execution, as a show case.

I couldn't. He struggled,

provoked a shootout.

I got five bullets into him.

Dead on the scene. Out!

You are the hero.

I'll put you up for a medal.

Can you tell me where

you have hidden the books?

They took them away.

I am looking for the Bible.

Does the Bible

speak of the Booroos?

- I don't know.

- So what do you need if for?

Some excerpts...

about deluge, the Ark.

The Ark,

the Bible, the Ark, mhm.

No Bible.

It was classed as fiction

and they took it away.

What do you want?

Looking for something.

I can sell you.

I saved the better pieces.

Nothing else?

Buy while

it's still here.

They say there's nothing left.

No waste paper.

Nothing for my mill.

Look, I am

looking for the Bible.

It's a nice hard cover.

Real leather.

I couldn't pot it,

so I left it. Take it.

But where is the inside?

What for?

The pages were soiled.

The cover counts.

I will give you

some white paper,

you'll stuff it inside and no one will tell

the difference when it is on a shelf.

Why do you destroy books?

I don't destroy them.

I mill them for pulp.

Milled cellulose. It's a perfect filler,

a light dish.

We gotta feed this crowd with something,

don't you think?

Soft, you are late!

What happened!?

I waited so long.

Since midday.

You promised, remember?

- You are my friend, aren't you?

- I apologize.

Never mind.

Now we'll go and

see my Eden, shall we?

Look. It's my work.

They fear the

electric current.

Peeping Toms.

They want to

get to my Eden.

Who?

All of them.

Put it on.

It's a Swiss patent lock,

a zuhalt lock.

You are the first and the

only one I will let in there.

You know why?

Because you have good eyes,

sweet face.

- Can I trust you?

- Sure.

Come!

Now watch it.

Well?

How about it?

Great, isn't it?

Made you breathless,

Soft, didn't it?

You didn't expect

it from me.

But what is this for?

It's our salvation.

I don't get it.

You don't get it?

You don't?

And what happens when the dome

breaks before the Ark has arrived?

And it will break

up for sure.

It will Soft, won't it?

Be straight.

It will.

Then it's only freezing up

and the Ark is not in sight yet.

All people are

freezing dead.

So where is the shelter

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