and—do you know, I don’t believe the rascal is a Robot at all any longer.
| Helena |
Doctor, has Radius a soul? |
| Dr. Gall |
Over to couch. He’s got something nasty. |
| Helena |
If you knew how he hates us. Oh, Doctor, are all your Robots like that? All the new ones that you began to make in a different way? She invites him to sit beside her. He sits. |
| Dr. Gall |
Well, some are more sensitive than others. They’re all more human beings than Rossum’s Robots were. |
| Helena |
Perhaps this hatred is more like human beings, too? |
| Dr. Gall |
That too is progress. |
| Helena |
What became of the girl you made, the one who was most like us? |
| Dr. Gall |
Your favorite? I kept her. She’s lovely, but stupid. No good for work. |
| Helena |
But she’s so beautiful. |
| Dr. Gall |
I called her “Helena.” I wanted her to resemble you. She is a failure. |
| Helena |
In what way? |
| Dr. Gall |
She goes about as if in a dream, remote and listless. She’s without life. I watch and wait for a miracle to happen. Sometimes I think to myself: “If you were to wake up only for a moment you would kill me for having made you.” |
| Helena |
And yet you go on making Robots! Why are no more children being born? |
| Dr. Gall |
We don’t know. |
| Helena |
Oh, but you must. Tell me. |
| Dr. Gall |
You see, so many Robots are being manufactured that people are becoming superfluous. Man is really a survival, but that he should die out, after a paltry thirty years of competition, that’s the awful part of it. You might almost think that Nature was offended at the manufacture of the Robots, but we still have old Rossum’s manuscript. |
| Helena |
Yes. In that strong box. |
| Dr. Gall |
We go on using it and making Robots. All the universities are sending in long petitions to restrict their production. Otherwise, they say, mankind will become extinct through lack of fertility. But the R.U.R. shareholders, of course, won’t hear of it. All the governments, on the other hand, are clamoring for an increase in production, to raise the standards of their armies. And all the manufacturers in the world are ordering Robots like mad. |
| Helena |
And has no one demanded that the manufacture should cease altogether? |
| Dr. Gall |
No one has courage. |
| Helena |
Courage! |
| Dr. Gall |
People would stone him to death. You see, after all, it’s more convenient to get your work done by the Robots. |
| Helena |
Oh, Doctor, what’s going to become of people? |
| Dr. Gall |
God knows. Madame Helena, it looks to us scientists like the end. |
| Helena |
She looks out front. Rising. Thank you for coming and telling me. |
| Dr. Gall |
Rises. That means that you’re sending me away. |
| Helena |
Yes. Exit Dr. Gall L. 2. She crosses to L. C. To door L. 1. With sudden resolution. Nana! Nana! the fire, light it quickly. Helena exits R. |
| Nana |
Entering L. 1. What, light the fire in the summer? |
| Helena |
Off R. Yes! |
| Nana |
She looks for Radius. Has that mad Radius gone?—A fire in summer, what an idea? Nobody would think she’d been married ten years. She’s like a baby, no sense at all. A fire in summer. Like a baby. She lights the fire. |
| Helena |
Returns from R. with armful of faded papers. Back of couch to fireplace, L. of Nana. Is it burning, Nana? All this has got to be burned. |
| Nana |
What’s that? |
| Helena |
Old papers, fearfully old. Nana, shall I burn them? |
| Nana |
Are they any use? |
| Helena. |
No. |
| Nana |
Well, then, burn them. |
| Helena |
Throwing the first sheet on the fire. What would you say, Nana, if this was money and a lot of money? And if it was an invention, the greatest invention in the world? |
| Nana |
R. of fireplace. I’d say burn it. All these newfangled things are an offense to the Lord. It’s downright wickedness. Wanting to improve the world after He has made it. |
| Helena |
Look how they curl up. As if they were alive. Oh, Nana, how horrible! |
| Nana |
Here, let me burn them. |
| Helena |
Drawing back. No, no, I must do it myself. Just look at the flames. They are like hands, like tongues, like living shapes. Raking fire with the poker. Lie down, lie down. |
| Nana |
That’s the end of them. Fireplace slowly out. |
| Helena |
Nana, Nana! |
| Nana |
Good gracious, what is it you’ve burned? Almost to herself. |
| Helena |
Whatever have I done? |
| Nana |
Well, what is it? Men’s laughter off L. 2. |
| Helena |
Go quickly. It’s the gentlemen calling. |
| Nana |
Good gracious, what a place! Exits L. 1. |
| Domin |
Opens door L. 2. Come along and offer your congratulations. Enter Hallemeier and Dr. Gall. |
| Hallemeier |
Crosses to R. C. Madame Helena, I congratulate you on this festive day. |
| Helena |
Thank you. Coming to C. Where are Fabry and Busman? |
| Domin |
They’ve gone down the harbor. Closes the door and comes to C. |
| Hallemeier |
Friends, we must drink to this happy occasion. |
| Helena |
Crosses L. Brandy? With soda water? Exits L. 1. |
| Hallemeier |
Let’s be temperate. No soda. |
| Domin |
What’s been burning here? Well, shall I tell her about it? |
| Dr. Gall |
L. C. Of course. It’s all over now. |
| Hallemeier |
Crosses to Domin. Embracing Domin. It’s all over now. It’s all over now. They dance around Dr. Gall in a circle. It’s all over now. |
| Domin |
In unison. It’s all over now. They keep repeating. Keep it after Helena is on. |
| Helena |
Entering L. 1 with decanter and glasses. What’s all over now? What’s the matter with you all? She puts tray on L. C. table. Dr. Gall helps her to pour the drinks. |
| Hallemeier |
Crosses to back of table. A piece of good luck. Madame Domin! All ad lib. Just ten years ago today you arrived on this island. Hallemeier crosses to table for drink. |
| Dr. Gall |
And now, ten years later to the minute—Crosses to L. of Hallemeier. |
| Hallemeier |
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