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VOLITION - In honour of your will, lieutenant-yefreitor. That you kept from falling apart, in the face of sheer terror. Day after day. Second by second. INLAND EMPIRE - DETECTIVE ESPRIT DE CORPS - ARRIVING AUTHORITY - ON THE SCENE

VOLITION - No. Not a disaster. Weave this into the story of you. Walk out of its *ruins*. Save those who still can be saved -- *I'm* on your side.

YOU - I don't wanna say *cock-carousel* anymore.

JOYCE MESSIER - The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - And when you fall we will come to raise you up, bud from you, banner-like, blossom from you and carry you apart in a sky funeral. In honour of your passing. (But not me, because I am just a leaf eater.)

Turn from the ruin. Turn and go *forward*.

RHETORIC - You -- against the atom, the charm and the spin. Where the whole world failed -- matter failed to bend to human will; human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces -- you alone, single-handedly, will rebuild the dreams of the working class. You are The Last Communist.

SHIVERS - GO TO THE CHILDREN OF THE BIG SEA. RHETORIC - The big sea…The Big C? That can only mean one thing - Communism. YOU - Yes, Comrade Zephyr. I shall find them. Girl Child Revolution and Girl Child Communism! SHIVERS - BOY CHILD FREEDOM. BOY CHILD JUSTICE.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “In dark times, should the stars also go out?”

YOU - …I don't want to masturbate on the street, okay? ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Whatever, coward.

YOU - “The wind told me to talk to children. Let's roll.”

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans in confidentially. “You wouldn't be able to hear if he were wearing anal beads,” he whispers.

YOU - “Do you wish you were out there fishing right now?” LILIENNE, THE NET PICKER - “Aye, always do... I like it. It's like being on another planet. A water planet. With water worries... and water joys.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Press your damn cheek against Lamby, okay?” The lieutenant sounds authoritative -- and surprisingly gruff.

BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me. BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You failed Elysium

KIM KITSURAGI - “Harry... it explains *everything*. The running around. The jumping. The *shot-put*. Your inexplicable facial hair...”

YOU - RIGHT HERE ON THE SEA ICE?!

Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart.

Brother, you already *were* a ghost. Up there, screaming — along with all of them. Scaring each other. Haunting each other. It's the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don't rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. Leave them behind. Rest.

YOU - I seem to have named a case “THE SQUARE BULLET HOLE MURDERS.” KIM KITSURAGI - “Again, in your defence, I seem to have named one...” He peeks into his notes. “THE MAN WITH THE HOLE IN HIS HEAD. That was a real person, his death was real. Still I named it that. To amuse myself.”

YOU - No need for secrets. SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.

Maybe you should *stop* obsessing about your own -- and other people's -- sexuality? Feels like it’s about time to do that. You’ve thought about this for *eight hours*?! Not only should you stop, you should tell Kim you've stopped obsessing about other people's sexuality too.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation.

EMPATHY - He was confused when he died. Confused and alone, most likely. Overcome with the awful surprise of it all.

SUGGESTION - Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The funk soul brother at the back of his head has gone dark. Forever.

EMPATHY - La responsabilité isn't concerned with trivial questions like *who killed who*. It's about the real issues: the human welfare index, the price of staple goods, the transition to real democracy...

ECHO MAKER - “Capital does not believe it can fail, which is why it must fail.” VOLITION - So young. So *unbearably* young… HALF LIGHT - Why do you see the two of them with their backs against a bullet-pocked wall, all of a sudden?

LITTLE LILY - I don't say bad words. Lamby doesn't either. HALF LIGHT - FUCK OFF.

YOU - What is beauty? KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - “When you have the fewest deviations from the norm. I've been told it's a type of mediocrity that I possess.”

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you.

When life closes a door, it opens a window. And if the fall is too steep, use the fire exit. Run to the roof -- you always have that airship on the dock. The most important thing is to keep moving. Keep dreaming.

No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

KIM KITSURAGI - “You need to get your shit together.” YOU - “But I don't wanna get my shit together!” KIM KITSURAGI - “Then the world will turn away from you, and leave you behind.”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Showing up to work on time is *hard* -- no, scratch that, showing up to work *at all* is difficult.

A tremendous loneliness comes over you. Everybody in the world is doing something without you.

YOU - I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore.

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.)

There is a radio in the distance. A radio of the world. Playing sounds - Good morning, Elysium. Soon you will return to the world.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - “Torson?” “Yes.” “McLaine?” “Yes.” “Heidelstam?” “No.” “Vicquemare?” “Yes.” “Du Bois?” “Of course.” ESPRIT DE CORPS - “Really?” Nix Gottlieb looks up from the list. “Harry's our man, he'll pull through -- and when he does he'll side with Revachol.”

REACTION SPEED - Wait. Did he just say *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre*? SUGGESTION - He did it! He said *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre* like it's the most natural thing in the world.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - But as the sun sets, the shadows cast by those columns and arcades weave together to form an intricate umbral lattice. When you see it, you suddenly understand: It was all built for you, for *this very moment*.

Off we go into the wild pale yonder.

YOU - I am a detective. INSULINDIAN PHASMID - So am I. I was born to detect sucrose rewards and semiochemicals. What were you born to detect? YOU - I was born to detect you.

SHIVERS - Meet me there -- wafting above the burnt ruins. Le Retour is waiting. ESPRIT DE CORPS - And Station 41 and the glow of its desk lamps, the clicking of coffee mugs, clouds of cigarette smoke and the ringing telephone... your youth. There is still a way back.

VOLITION - No. Not a disaster. Weave this into the story of you. Walk out of its *ruins*. Save those who still can be saved -- *I'm* on your side.

And above all, you let life defeat you. All the gifts your parents gave you, all the love and patience of your friends, you drowned in a neurotoxin. You let misery win. And it will keep on winning till you die -- or overcome it.

YOU - No need for secrets. SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.