| RESISTANCE: 5 SCRIPTS/ 5 SERMONS |
| 2. Yes, we know it's time to leave. To adopt a new hemisphere, a terrain as elsewhere as we can be. To that end, we have constructed a means of arriving there that, while obvious to us, will become obvious to you only when you least expect it, might not become clear to you at all. This is not a new idea, not even a good idea, but it's how we have decided to proceed. That decision being made, a reason for the reason might be in order. [countless gray-skinned people sit at long empty tables in a gray hall-part cafeteria, part hangar-looking down at the tables] Fortune is our obsession, its whims and duration. Its arrival time. Desperate for news of impending news, we tread the tired runnels of our brains in the hope that something will happen, something clear and good. [each person is nodding into his or her own chest, rocking in place and unaware of every other person] This reiteration, this constant return to preordained ways of thinking, marks us more than anything else as animals [noses holographically mutate into porcine snouts, eyes narrow, hair shrinks back into scalps] albeit animals whose primary contribution to the world is the ability to eat other animals without having had a hand in extinguishing the lives of what is being eaten [pink flesh, skin, bones and hair fall from an unseen ceiling onto the gray tables, the gray people launch themselves forward, indiscriminately grabbing and stuffing body parts into their snouts] that being a task given to a negligible proportion of the population. [all the grays give way to pink and then, suddenly, red; saturate the hall with red] It is widely known, now, that we as animals have become more animal than the animals themselves, that we do not kill what we eat and do not eat what we kill. And we kill. [the people stop eating, slump against the tables and fall asleep] Dilettantes, we dabble in evil for the sake of the dabbling. We've squandered, we've shunted, we've shaved the land off the land and now have nothing more to shave. [water from an unseen hose sprays the tables from the background, pushing the food into the foreground and off the tables; the people remain asleep] So it is time, clearly, to depart. Consider this the departure signal. [the people still asleep] |