| INNOTA | | why are you here? why did you leave the utopian lands to visit us here?
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| SELEN | | (stands up and looks out of the window) are you sure they are utopian lands? so much has changed... so much...
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| INNOTA | | even nixon's reign must end one day (distant war sounds)
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| SELEN | | and the first flowers must break through the sullied earth
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| INNOTA | | and sunshine dancing across old ruins and dirtied windows
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| SELEN | | (turning towards her) and the bomb eternal lighting up our world
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| INNOTA | | italy, poor italy, what have we wrought (light begins to flicker)
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| SELEN | | rome, glorious light... radiance brighter than a thousand suns, forevermore
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| INNOTA | | at night... we can see rome... even over the sea... it shines so brightly...
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| SELEN | | vaporisation without end... the cloud a landmark of lust, of hope, of joy, of death
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| INNOTA | | (embracing him passionately) tell me, tell me what brought you here...
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| SELEN | | merica is dead... that you must know
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| INNOTA | | no, no, the deserts cry out at me to refute your claims
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| SELEN | | (holding her cheek) it is wrought... can you feel the vibrations? the final bombs have been shot, frica has got us now
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| INNOTA | | (weeping) hold me tightly... those beyond the bomb will lust after us...
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| SELEN | | i love you (white light rising)
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| INNOTA | | i don't know... (turns away, walks to the balcony, a distant atomic explosion fills the world)
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| SELEN | | merica's dust rising, frica's dust falling... this is the first and final world
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