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The Professor

So let me get this straight. The aliens have gotta be guilt projections, right ? Projections. They look just like starving children — living skeletons, right ? Living — skeletons. Real aliens from outer space wouldn’t look like that, they wouldn’t look like anything here on Earth. So we’re somehow projecting them. Projecting. Projecting them projecting them. They’re fantasies, expressions of our guilt at having more than enough to eat, to eat, eat eat — while most of the world lives perpetually on the brink brink of starvation brink of starvation. All those aliens in all those “abduction” reports, “alien autopsies,” autopsies, all those many many flying saucer movies - they’re specters, phantom echoes of people here on Earth on Earth here on Earth whom we’ve marginalized, tried to forget about, put out of our minds. But NOT our subconscious. Subconscious. That we can’t control. We can’t control it. Can’t control. Can’t, can’t, can’t.

Street Person

Pull yourself together, Prof., you’re turning into a nut case.

Professor

They’ve always been with us, really, but have taken different forms over the centuries : elves, fairies, the “little people,” fantasy projections of real tribal peoples, like the Picts, the Picts Picts, whom we’ve displaced. Displaced. And the different forms forms forms forms they take reflect our ambivalence toward them. Ambivalence. On the one hand,

creatures like ET, sweet, childlike, intuitive, magical - a reflection of our guilt because deep down we feel we’ve victimized innocent people who might in fact be superior to us, spiritually stronger stronger - whom we are hoping will forgive us. Forgive. On the other hand

Street Person

Oh puke. Double puke. Forgive us for what ? Look at all this country’s done for these people, check out the foreign aid budget, why don’t you. When I worked for Enrot, I lived among these sweet victimized “innocents,” I know what they’re like. Hell, I was one of the people victimizing them. You can’t trust ’em for a minute, turn your back and their skinny little hand is in your pocket - and the other hand has a knife in it, pointed at your throat. What a load of bilge .

Professor

On the other hand — creatures like the huge, reptilian monsters in those Alien movies. Voracious, cunning, ruthless, evil to the core, hungry for human flesh flesh human flesh — with the even more disturbing power of taking us over, inhabiting us, possessing us. Is this a projection of the vengeful Oedipal father ? Father, father, father, father ? Or, perhaps, a projection of we we ourselves, as we must appear we must appear to those we dominate. Dominate. A mirror image of our own true nature. Mirror. Image.

Street Person

Voracious, cunning - ruthless ? What’s so bad about voracious, cunning and ruthless ? I’ll have you know this nation was built on voracious, cunning and ruthless, it’s part of our national character.

Professor

But what if they are no longer fantasies, no longer projections, what if they have somehow become real ? Are we now living in some sort of mythic space mythic space where our most private inner subconscious guilts and fears have bubbled to the surface ? The return of the repressed return of the repressed ? Are those now threatening us both ruthless, vengeful fiends, who must be sought out and destroyed in this our real world — AND at the same time same time actual living breathing victims innocent victims innocent victims of our greed, who should be protected and and nurtured ?

Agent Mauve

Oh Professor, thank God, I’m so glad I’ve found you.

Professor

Who ? What ? Where ? Oh, Jennifer. Jennifer. Jennifer, how nice to see see you. Are you OK ? You don’t look too great.

Agent Mauve

Oh I’m fine. But don’t let me interrupt your call.

Professor

Oh that, that’s nothing nothing. Doesn’t work actually
 [ screams ] a fucking piece of junk .

I found it on the street, in the garbage. Just use it so I can talk to myself without looking too weird, you know ? Weird.

Agent Mauve

I see. Please try to be calm, Professor. I must say, with all respect, I’ve given it some thought - and I really don’t know what to make of your theories. I overheard most of what you were saying just now into the phone — and — you don’t seem to be making much sense, Sir - if I may say so. It just doesn’t add up.

Street Person

Tell me about it, lady. I get to listen to it all day.

Professor

Nonsense. Yes. No sense. Making no sense, yes, undoubtedly that’s it, that’s it, sense.

Agent Mauve

You’ve heard about Washington, the bomb ?

Professor

Bomb ? Bomb ? Where ? What’re you talking about ? Haven’t seen a paper in days. No TV in MY living room, that’s for sure. And when the guys here start trading rumors, rumors, I just I just tune out don’t wanna hear it.

Street Person

The guys in a world of his own, that’s for sure.

Professor

Actually since the bombing of the bridge, I’ve really, I must say I’ve really tried to avoid the news, avoid avoid it. Never been quite the same after that the same. It scared me Jenny, scared me it scared me.

Agent Mauve

Me too, Professor. [ takes a deep breath .] A “dirty bomb” went off in Washington last week. It contained very dangerous radioactive materials that got widely dispersed. It exploded not far from my office. Thank God no one was killed at the time. But there’s radioactive fallout. It’s been detected in several places. The city has been evacuated, can you believe it ? I think I’m OK - but I’m not sure, I’ve been feeling kind of strange. For some reason I think I might be pregnant. How could that be ? And some of my hair has started to fall out. Our team has been transferred to a new location, but - I I just needed to be with someone I could talk to, someone I can trust.

You know I finally managed to get through to Randy. He’s OK, he got away from the aliens. But I miss him. I need him. I want him here, with me - for real. I want to touch him, hold him in my arms.

Professor

Bomb ? Dirty ? Dirty bomb, bomb went off ?

Did you see that ? Did you see that ?

What you said about Ancestors, the Ancestors the Ancestors, what you said ? What Randolph heard them say, the aliens, what they said about the Ancestors ?

Agent Mauve

Oh yes, I was meaning to ask you about that. According to Randy, these Ancestors are somehow our ancestors, our earliest ancestors, from long before the aliens, long before just about anything. They are angry with us. And they appear in the form of - smoke. Can you make anything out of that ?

Professor

The smoke ? Can I make anything out of the smoke ? The smoke ?

Agent Mauve

You know I really feel funny, feeling kind of sick - to my stomach.

Professor

I - you know - I’ve been thinking and . . . thinking, thinking. And I think I’ve been seeing them myself, the Ancestors. That smoke, see that see that see that ? They’re all around us, Jenny, all around us. The Ancestors Ancestors, they’re everywhere everywhere. [ pause ] Everywhere. What does it mean ? Mean. What what does it mean what does it mean ?

Street Person

You know, Prof, you must be driving me nuts along with you. Because I think I see it too. That smoke, what is it, Ancestors you say — gosh it sure does look weird . . .

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Eating Man

Why are you trying to kill us ? What have we ever done to you ?

Starving Child

Please, Sir, I am starving. Can you spare just a bite to eat ?

Eating Man

It’s terrible. We are living in fear. Who knows when we will be attacked again - or where. All because of you, you bloodthirsty monster.

Starving Child

My village was attacked by tanks. Our house was destroyed. I have no where to live, nothing to eat.

Eating Man

Last week a building near us was bombed. Ten of our neighbors were killed. Good people. Honest people. Gentle people, who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Starving Child

Last week my best friend died of a simple bacterial infection. There were no doctors, no hospitals, no medications for him. Now the entire neighborhood is ill.

Eating Man

Yesterday, in the village next to ours, a bus full of schoolchildren was bombed by one of your friends, a demented fanatic so thirsty for our blood he was willing to destroy himself to shed it.

Starving Child

I too am ill. I’ve had no medicine at all. And no food at all for three days. Please Sir, can you get me some antibiotics ? Can you spare just a small morsel of food ? I’ll eat anything.

Eating Man

I ran to the wreckage, witnessed the carnage. It was the most terrible thing I’d ever seen. Small children, torn limb from limb. Blood everywhere. Their mothers were screaming, the fathers tearing out their hair. How can you commit such acts, time after time, what sort of depravity has taken hold of your soul ?

Starving Child

No one in my village can find work, almost all are homeless. What little water we have is filthy, there is no medicine, no food. We are starving, Sir. Please in the name of all that’s holy, take pity on us.

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Alien Chief

Look what they have done to you. Look around you at your village, it is a pile of rubble, they have destroyed it. How can you just sit there, staring into space ?

Starving Child

Please, Sir, I am starving. Can you spare just a bite to eat ?

Alien Chief

Food should be the last thing on your mind. Look at me. I haven’t eaten anything at all in over one thousand years. Yet each day I grow more powerful, feeding only on my hatred and lust for vengeance.

Starving Child

If you wish to help us, then please act soon. We need basic supplies, water, medicine and food.

Alien Chief

We have tremendous resources, weapons, provisions, millions in cash. But every single item, every cent, must be reserved for the great work ahead. Join us ! Pledge your life for our holy cause. Die a hero, a martyr. “ How beautiful it is to make your shrapnel kill the enemy. How beautiful it is to kill and to be killed - not to love death, but to struggle for life, to kill and be killed for the lives of the coming generation.”

Starving Child

I do not wish to die. I wish to live. You have millions. Why can’t you share just a small amount with us ? We need basic supplies, water, medicine and food.

Alien Chief

You don’t understand. We are here on your behalf. For too long have your people been beaten down, starved, humiliated. It is time to fight back, to die the death of a martyr. It is indeed a great thing to give ones life for such a cause.

Starving Child

It may indeed be great to give ones life for some noble cause. But it is no great thing to demand such a sacrifice of others. How is it that, after so many years of sending your loyal followers off to martyrdom, you yourself still walk this Earth ? As for our defeat and humiliation, they are as much your fault as that of those you revile - and envy. By keeping us focused on hatred, revenge and martyrdom, you have made it impossible for us to fight effectively for our rights, find a place for ourselves in the world, seek out ways to improve our lot — and live. Your vision is flawed, your crusade warped and corrupted. Friends like you we need like a hole in the head, you bloody, cheesy, hypocrite.

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El Presidente

Well, the bad news is that none of us will be returning to our nation’s capital any time soon. At least not for, ohhhh, roughly, two or three thousand years.

Now that’s what makes this country so great. That we can laugh about this sort of thing. Seriously, I’m very proud of all you good folks and your families for all the courage you’ve shown in the face of such enormous dangers and hardships. You are all heroes. Many have, as you know, become ill with radiation poisoning during the past year. No telling how many cases of cancer and other diseases this could lead to. And the latest tests have confirmed our worst fears. The entire city is contaminated with nuclear fallout.

The good news is that this was not the work of alien terrorists. After an intense investigation, we’ve been able to determine the bomb was constructed and activated by a skinny, pimply high school student of the type we all used to make fun of as kids. Found some highly radioactive substances stashed away in his dad’s garage. Learned how to assemble the thing from some media network Web site on the Internet. What will kids think of next ?

And now I have a very special announcement to make, because it seems there is a silver lining to this awful dark cloud that’s enveloped us. The radioactive materials used in the dirty bomb that went off in our nation’s capital were of a highly unusual sort. We’ve had, of course, some pretty disturbing mutations among babies born in the past year, that’s to be expected, very sadly. But we’ve also had a development that was totally unexpected, something that gives us hope for a much brighter future ahead. Because one of these mutants, born to one of our own operatives, whose name unfortunately cannot be revealed, and conceived, as I understand it, at the very moment the bomb went off, has some truly remarkable powers. At this time, I’d like to invite the proud Momma to come up here on the stand with me, so we can take a closer look at this truly special child.

Agent Mauve

Oh Mr. President, this is an honor, truly. I feel situated in a space fraught with the utmost in historic resonance. And I’m just SO proud of little Randolph here, really, you know he is what could be called a “chip off of the old block,” to employ a phrase from the vernacular.

El Presidente

I only wish his dad could be here at this time, but he is, as we speak, on a mission of the utmost importance. And now, if I may, I’d like to demonstrate for the world some of the truly amazing properties of this child.

First of all look at how developed he is, how advanced, for a child only three months old. And believe me, he’s a little tiger, tough as nails. Look, you can grab him by the ears

and not a peep out of him. You can even bounce him - like a basketball.

Has no affect on him at all, take a look for yourselves, folks. And he’ll never cry, not a peep out of him, what a kid.

But there’s more, much more. Look, you can shoot him.

Doesn’t even phase the little guy. Stomp on him too.

Not only that, but he can already talk - and at the age of only three months.

Agent Mauve

I’ve recently taught him how to read, Mr. President. And he’s been just eating up all the books we have at home. He even understands philosophy, don’t you dear ? Why don’t you ask him a question and see how he does ?

El Presidente

OK. Uh, hmmmm, now lemme think. Uhhhh. Ok ok — little Randolph, can you tell us something about the meaning of life ?

Little Randolph

“The meaning of life.” The meaning of life is desire — as encoded in our DNA, a nucleatoid chain designed to replicate itself endlessly. Since this desire was present in the very earliest life forms, it must have its origin in something prior to life, something truly primordial, already at work in non-organic matter. Freud has called this primal force the “death wish” because in his view what is most fundamental about desire is the desire to return to that original, non-organic state. But that cannot be true. Because it was that original desire on the part of inorganic matter itself which must have given rise to life in the first place. And so, over millions of years, even as each generation returns inevitably to that inorganic state, that primal, originary desire of the most ancient ancestors of all living things burns on in us, their descendents. And therein lies a conundrum, for if the meaning of life is desire, then what is it that is desired beyond the replication of more life and the multiplication of that same desire ? As Jacques Derrida has so astutely pointed out . . .

El Presidente

Ah, yes, yes, of course, Jacques Derrida — well my little man, we don’t want to tax your brain too much do we ? Let’s have a big round of applause for this remarkable lad and his Mom.

Our scientists tell us Little Randolph here is the prototype of an entirely new life form of the future, produced as a result of a unique synthesis of science and natural forces. I’ll tell you frankly that his father, one of our secret agents, had already undergone significant genetic alteration to make him invulnerable to just about any kind of attack with conventional weapons. So little Randolph here has inherited some of those genes to be sure. But the lad was also affected by the fallout from the “dirty bomb,” which produced some truly amazing mutations, both enhancing what he inherited from his father and extending his powers well beyond that level, so truly, he can be regarded as a kind of superman, totally impervious to any possible weapon of mass destruction, including even a nuclear device — and at the same time possessed of a truly awesome intellect, capable of solving virtually any sort of logistical, tactical, strategic, marketing or public relations problem. Since every aspect of his genetic makeup is now known and understood by our scientists, we are currently in a position to manufacture a whole army of clones, an entirely new kind of human being, a “new man”, empowered to face the many challenges of the coming Millennium. And so, my friends, it can truly be said that from our greatest adversity has sprung our greatest hope.

Be that as it may, I have found it necessary, given the extremity of the threats we now face, to make some very tough decisions. One. Since the seat of government, our capital city, is now uninhabitable, there is no place for Congress to meet. And even if there were, hey, as we all know, it just takes these folks way too long to agree on anything .

So I’ve decided to disband Congress and make all the decisions myself. Two. Since all those even loosely resembling the aliens have increasingly become victims of vigilanteattacksbasedentirelyonethnic profiling, which, as you know, I totally abhor, I have decided, for their own protection, to intern them in special concentration camps. That should keep them out of harm’s way - and out of trouble. Three. Since the media have irresponsibly been giving out all sorts of information that could be used by our enemies, I’ve decided to rescind the 1 ^st Amendment and revoke freedom of speech. Four. Since all of the above is bound to lead to protests and such protests would simply play into the hands of the aliens, I have decided to impose a ban on all forms of political dissent, as of right now. And, to make sure all these new laws stick, I have cancelled the upcoming elections until further notice. [ pause ]

I hope everyone understands that these extremely difficult decisions have been made with the greatest reluctance and only because this is the one way we can effectively defend our freedoms and our democratic way of life in the face of this absolutely unprecedented crisis. And I mean that sincerely.

Uh, what I really meant is that this is the sort of thing that has crossed my mind. [pause] But as we all know, [pause] it would be wrong. Gosh, in the face of all these uncertainties and threats, it’s hard to know what to think, how to plan. [pause] Frankly, I’m confused.

My friends, we now stand at a unique crossroad of history. Once we were the most powerful nation on earth, fully confident of our ability to defend ourselves from any threat. But now, in the face of all these new developments, we’ve been forced to think beyond military power and technology, they are not going to be enough. There is a madness at work in our world, an entirely new form of what used to be called fascism ; devious, evil, horribly cruel ; a madness which inspires people with the pure will to destroy, with no concern for whom they will victimize, men, women, children, ordinary innocent people — even themselves - and their loved ones.

Back in the Vietnam era some folks in our state department coined a phrase that was particularly apt : “hearts and minds.” It was felt we had to win the “hearts and minds” of the alienated peoples of the third world, to convince them that we were the good guys, that we were on their side, that our ultimate goal was to help them . It was a beautiful idea. However, it was a bit of a lie. Maybe we even believed it ourselves, at least for a while, who can say ? But now, that phrase returns to haunt us with a strange new resonance. What has happened since Vietnam is that we have lost the hearts and minds of far too many, all over the world, and even within our own borders. Too many hearts and minds have been turned against us, resisting us, resenting us, no matter how hard we’ve tried to win them over. So now the greatest threat may not be the terrorists themselves but those who sympathize with their nefarious goals.

I must therefore announce that I have decided to lead this nation on a new path, a path where a genuine concern for the welfare of others will take precedence over all else, even the development of economic and military power. We can’t win those hearts and minds through an indoctrination program, so-called “market reform,” or some advertising campaign. We can succeed only by truly caring for our whole Earth and taking concrete action to make the world a better place for all its inhabitants, rather than just a privileged few. Instead of lots of words and phony promises, we must set an example through our actions, making a genuine effort to redistribute the world’s wealth, so all may benefit from our impressive, but not always noble, achievements. Maybe then we can convince the so-called “aliens,” and maybe some of our own justifiably angry and disaffected citizens too, that you can’t make the world a better place by destroying it.

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Professor

Listen. Listen well to my words. We have sinned. Sinned. We must change our ways. Our ways. Change our ways. We must repent.

Street Person

Hail ! The voice of the prophet !

Professor

I am a prophet. Prophet. A prophet. I speak for the Ancestors. They are angry. Angry. Now I know why. Finally I figured it out. I understand. Seen the light light the light. Finally. Finally. Finally. They are angry.

Spectator 1

Ancestors ? What ancestors ? Whose ancestors ?

Professor

Years. Millions of years. All that residue of the most ancient forms of life. The most ancient residue of living matter. Where is it now ? Where ? Where is it ? Slumbering deep deep down in the dirt, the earth, earth, hidden away very deep in the bowels of the earth undisturbed for hundreds of millions of years in the dirt. [ pause ] And then. One day. One cold day. Some human digs. And digs. And finds something. Something to burn. Burn. Some sort of handy substance you can burn. Limitless supplies, huge, huge, huge amounts of organic material buried deep, deep in the earth and under the sea, dead matter, residue, remnants. In fact, the remnants of our oldest ancestors, from the earliest beginnings of life on Earth, remnants we’re now dredging up from their ancient burial places - in the form of coal, oil, natural gas, what we call “fossil fuels.” You think you can treat it with indifference, as though it were just nothing at all but something sitting there for you to use, for you to burn, burn, to burn. It keeps you warm. It powers your cars. It drives your turbines, produces your electric power, fuels your factories, your armies, makes everything possible — for those who can control it. But reflect - REFLECT ! Every living thing on Earth is descended from these “fossil fuels.” They are a part of you - and you of them. Their primordial desires, desires desires, pri-mordial, are buried deep within you still, embedded in your very DNA. And now. They are burning. Your ancestors are burning. Burning. You have violated the earth and the sea to dig dig dig them from their ancient resting place. And you are burning them. Burning. Burning them up. This burning of the ancestors, it is what has made our modern world possible. And what is now choking it to death. [with great emotion :] Oh forgive them, for they know not what they do ! [ pause ] Look up. Up ! What do you see ?

Spectator 2

A cloud. Oh, an airplane. Looks like its just taken off.

Professor

Look behind the plane, what is emanating from behind its motors ?

Spectator 2

What, you mean the exhaust ? Contrail ? Trailing off like that ? It’s only the exhaust from the jets.

Professor

No. Not only. Not only anything. What you are seeing is the ghosts ghosts, the ghosts of the Ancestors. Ancestors. Our Ancestors. The most ancient Ancestors from the very beginning of life itself, burning in the fiery furnace of those jets. Look ! Observe the faces forming in the contrail. Can you see how angry they are ? Can you see ? Can you see see can you see ?

Spectator 1

You know I can almost see it. Like a kind of bouquet of Godlike heads pouring out of the engines. They look kinda upset. Kinda mean.

Street Person

I see nothing. What utter bilge. I know this guy, folks. Used to be a professor at the University, one of the smartest, a very promising guy, Enrot even financed his research for a while. Sad sad story. Now he’s a hopeless crackpot, living on the street, in love with his own nutty theories, spouting garbage day and night to anyone who’ll listen.

Spectator 2

Sounds like a certified nut case to me all right. The Ancestors, eh ? Burning our ancestors ? Hey, buddy, get over yourself. It’s a jet plane. Burning aviation fuel. I don’t see no ancestors, no ghosts, just some exhaust from a plane.

Spectator 1

Let’s get outa here, Bill, this guy could turn dangerous. He’s practically foaming at the mouth already.

Professor

No. Come back ! You must listen. You must repent. We must stop burning our Ancestors, they are powerful ancient spirits — they are angry. It is they who have activated the Aliens, forged them from the crucible crucible of our own collective unconscious, our collective guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Unless we can make peace with them, they will destroy us, we’ll be doomed. Doomed I say, doomed doomed doomed.

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Street Person

Listen up, my friends. I’m convinced our plan is going to work, I just know it. Stayed up day and night cracking their code, didn’t we ? Now we’re sending those signals out from 100 different satellite channels in thousands of different directions. And you guys, you guys have been doing great, just doing a great job. I knew I couldn’t go wrong assembling my old team from Enrot. In the eyes of the world we may be a bunch of greedy, sleazy manipulators, but in the eyes of these aliens we’re going to look like the salt of the Earth, you better believe it.

Follower 1

Hey no one does PR, no one does damage control quite like Enrot, right fellas ? Once the message gets out to these alien rubes, once they get wind of what we’re claiming to have done, how we’ve been preparing this landing strip just for them . . .

Street Person

Well they’ve been badmouthed just like we were. No ones ever been able to prove any of us actually meant to do anything illegal or unethical. And no ones ever been able to prove it was the aliens behind all those bombings, there’s never been one iota of evidence on that score. Sure, I myself bought into all that propaganda about them, what monsters they were, how they craved human flesh, how they wanted to take us over. But then
— but then, as you all know, I actually got taken up to their space ship, what you’d call a “flying saucer,” though it really wasn’t saucer shaped at all.

Follower 2

Tell us again what you saw, Daryl, what happened to you up there.

Street Person

Well first all I could see was a lot of smoke, just billowing up from this open manhole. And this “buddy” of mine, you know who I mean, this nutty Professor, just started carrying on about the “Ancestors.” And the smoke or ancestors or whatever kept getting thicker and thicker and started swirling around and suddenly I’m being lifted up inside this smoky vortex, carried higher and higher and believe you me I am at this point scared shitless. And then I see these strange, really eerie lights and some sort of portal opens up. And the next thing I know I’m on board this — space ship.

Well I was treated really nicely, not like here on Earth, where everyone who knows who I am wants to spit in my face - and everyone else just treats me like a bum. The aliens showed a lot of respect. And no one ever implanted anything up my nose or in my ears or anything like that. They just touched me, with these delicate little fingers of theirs. And it felt really really good. These creatures, with their enlarged heads and tiny, spindly bodies, they were so - ethereal, spiritual — otherworldly . As though they’d completely transcended the world of the flesh, with no need for anything earthly, no need for clean water, healthy food, shelter, warmth, even love, as though they lived in a realm of pure mind. They never said a word, just looked at me with those big, watery eyes of theirs and right away I understood what they were saying.

Follower 3

Tell us again what they said. Tell us.

Street Person

“We forgive you” is what they said. With their eyes. “We forgive you.” That’s all. And I just, I just started to cry, just blubbering full tilt, non stop, like a baby. Then they showed me some kind of three D movie that I saw in my head, of what it’s like on their planet. So beautiful, so peaceful it was. Very - futuristic-like. And they invited me to come on over and visit them there. Only next thing I knew I was back on the streets, staring at some newspaper with the latest disaster sprawled all over the headlines. But when I looked up, I saw it, this vision of an enormous billboard right before my eyes, containing the words that have given my life meaning ever since : “If you build it they will come.”

Friends, our world is tearing itself apart, no one is safe anymore, not even the privileged and affluent. We’ve had it, our future is no longer here on Earth. The aliens can read into our souls, they know who truly believes, they know whose hearts, deep down, are pure - yes, pure , despite all the mistakes we’ve made. They will forgive us - and they will come, I have complete faith in them — they will come to take us to a better world.

Follower 1

“If you build it they will come.” Truly my friend, yours is a prophetic voice. Well, we’ve built it. The landing field. It’s finally done. All we need to do now is be patient. Wait.

Follower 2

For as long as it takes.

Follower 3

As long as it takes. They will come. I know it. They will come for us. And we’ll be forgiven. At last. We will be forgiven. And we will be safe.

All Four together

Bowing .

They will come. They will come. They will come. They will come.

END