O-Bi, O-Ba: The End of Civilization Page #4

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to wait it out, where?

I don't know.

Inside a fridge,

blockhead.

A fridge is insulated to

keep temperatures, you see?

They'll be

freezing dead out there,

while we will hop in

the fridge and lock up.

And there'll

be no electricity,

so the fridge will

defreeze and get warm inside.

They will be long

stiff dead out there,

while we'll have here all we need,

cigars, drinks and we'll wait.

And one day it's

knock, knock, knock.

Who's that?

That's the Ark

coming to take us away.

You get the idea?

Yeah.

Look, the grub.

I've saved it all the time and stocked

it here, arranged it, decorated it.

Halluva job.

But now look what a beauty!

Yes!

But there is more to it.

Now watch!

Come on here!

My favorite ladies.

My darling asses.

I've frozen them.

They will defreeze

them in the Ark,

they will,

won't they?

They will do anything.

Why did you

get so worried?

Ha, ha, ha.

Why to worry. No reason.

One for you,

the other one for me.

F***, f***, f***, f***...

We'll give rise

to a new civilization.

I've thought of everyting,

haven't I?

Are you grateful?

Now this sh*t pit.

Makes me throw up.

All's to live to

see the Ark come.

I have also made this little altar

to pray for the Ark to take us for sure.

We'll be saved,

we'll be saved mommy.

The Ark of

brightness - redeem us.

The Ark long

awaited - redeem us.

The Ark of

all hope - redeem us.

The Ark of

eternal happiness - redeem us.

The Ark of the

hidden heart - redeem us.

The Ark of

brightness - arrive.

Do you see any sense

in looking for corpses?

All those lying here

will be dead anyway.

Whether I mark the corpses now

or later makes a difference.

Nobody takes

the bodies away anyway.

- What's the show for?

- Maybe for statistics.

Figures look nice.

Only why should I

waste time on it?

I could earn a

doctorate instead.

You know, it's a

perfect field for research here.

I got the idea

that if you herd too many

individuals in small space,

the community degenerates.

It's been

proved with rats,

already and here is such

a fine field for research.

To hell with the doctorate,

but it's absurd, nonsense

of what I am doing.

Sh*t.

The guy you are looking

for should be here.

Is it him?

You are lucky,

he's still alive.

You want to put

him on treatment?

Red, yellow... doesn't matter,

it's only for comfort.

When he dies, you may

stick it on him right away.

Do you care for him?

A little.

I am of no help anyhow,

but call out if you need me.

I am near.

I want to help you.

What do you say?

I want to get

you out of there.

I am all right

where I am.

But you need care.

Did you ever think why we

huddle together in these corridors?

Maybe it's warmer.

Hm, hm.

I really need you.

I want to build Ark.

Do you?

So lie down by my side.

Will your Ark swim or fly?

I mean the purpose to

get us off the apathy.

It's a clever idea.

Well, will you help me?

- No.

- Why?

Because it is too

late for your Ark.

I have taken you on.

I was one of the builders of this town

and I know that the dome must fall.

It was designed to hold

only for one year.

No repair can help.

It will simply crack.

Break and it's over.

But stop sulking. Don't be sad.

At last nothing is a must.

I want to live.

Do you?

In this town

there is a hangar.

I got no master plan,

but you will have to find it.

If there is a hangar, there

should be an aeroplane inside it.

A real, flying Ark.

Will you come with me?

No.

I have a little request to you.

If you happen to come

again and find me dead,

do not let them

stick a label on me.

I hate numbers, labels.

And besides, I would like to

witness the breakup of the dome,

to watch it at least as a dead body.

I tend to be pathetic,

you see?

Get up.

What?

Listen,

there is a

hangar in this town.

A hangar?!

We all are in the

same lousy hangar.

I mean a hangar

with aeroplanes.

Whole squadrons of planes.

We'll bomb Booroos.

You will train kamikaze.

Where is the master plan?

Destroy all plans, hide them

from the Booroos, burn them!

Show me the

master plan!

It should be somewhere.

Let go of me.

Why the hell

do you need it?

The Hangar...

the aeroplane!

You really want

to bomb the Booroos?

I want to escape.

Where will you

find a better place?

The same

sh*t is everywhere,

the difference being that here

I am the boss, remember, Soft!

You are not flying anywhere,

you son of a b*tch! Remember this!

Where do you

want to fly?

You have invented

this aeroplane story?

Maybe.

Is there really

an aeroplane?

Soft,

promise me you will take me

to the Ark, to the aeroplane.

Promise you will

take me from here,

Soft, please, please,

let's fly together.

Good to see you.

- Want a bargain, cheap?

- A bargain?

I'll sell you our stocks.

Cheap, for pennies.

- No, thank you.

- Just 100 arks. Twenty!

I got no money.

So why are you

waiting, fool.

Go and get it!

The Ark!

Miracles!

What's the

matter with you?

Wait a little...

be patient.

We'll escape.

Do you trust me?

We'll escape

like you wanted.

Then we'll go to...

Venice.

A funny city,

crumbling to the

sea for centuries.

But I guess it's still

there for us to see.

Then we'll

have a home,

home, a garden.

Just wait a little longer.

You stupid,

do you have sprats for me?

I don't.

- So what'll it be?

- I don't know.

When will the Ark come?

I don't know!

So take me away

from here, stupid.

And where do

you want to go?

Any place,

just to be far from here.

Will you wait

here for me?

What for?

I must go now, but I will

be back soon and we'll escape.

- Far?

- Far.

So I'll wait.

But will you be

back for sure?

I'll leave it with you.

Watch it till I am back.

If you needed money for your tart,

you could have asked me.

I would give you.

Are you ashamed to buy

you some happy moments?

Take it.

Take it!

- And the aeroplane?

- The aeroplane?

The silver spirit?

You idiot!

That's what you

are looking for?

So look, and get in.

Get in, Soft, and fly.

If I am to die, I will

die here, for here I am the king.

I will die here,

but the royal death.

Now get down to work, if you want

to be the king here as well.

You're making

Arks out of it?

Did you think I made

them out of silver?

Those of silver are

forged by some freak at home.

He forges my Arks,

shithead.

And how many can he mint?

Fifty, one hundred?

The real production is here.

Here's the bank.

Yes.

There are still almost

one thousand people alive.

And how many can get

into a plane-one, two hundred...

So how about your honesty, Soft?

Did you want to draw lots?

The one who draws

a ticket will survive?

You have prepared one

thousand lots already?

Or maybe you are up

to something smarter?

The Annunciation?

The Ark for the Elect?

Don't think you are any better.

There are no

good people here.

The Ark has come!

Do you hear?

The Ark has come

to take us!

- Come with me. I need your help.

- What's this?!

It's all about the Booroos!

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