aren’t armed.
| Domin |
Puzzled. We couldn’t hold our own for five minutes. Man alive, they overwhelm us like an avalanche. Why don’t they make a rush for it? I say. Turns to Gall. |
| Dr. Gall |
Well? |
| Domin |
I’d like to know what will become of us in the next ten minutes. They’ve got us in a vise. We’re done for, Gall. |
| Dr. Gall |
You know, we made one serious mistake. |
| Domin |
What? |
| Dr. Gall |
We made the Robots’ faces too much alike. A hundred thousand faces all alike, all facing this way. A hundred thousand expressionless bubbles. It’s like a nightmare. |
| Domin |
You think if they’d been different— |
| Dr. Gall |
It wouldn’t have been such an awful sight! |
| Domin |
Looks through binoculars towards the harbor. I’d like to know what they’re unloading from the Amelia. |
| Dr. Gall |
Not firearms. |
| Fabry |
Enters L. 2 with a plug-box to which is attached a long cable or wire. Hallemeier following him. Fabry attaches the cable to an electric installation which is on the floor near the wall, down stage at L. 1 entrance. All right, Hallemeier, lay down that wire. |
| Hallemeier |
Just inside the room. That was a bit of work. What’s the news? Seeing Domin and Gall at the window. |
| Dr. Gall |
We’re completely surrounded. |
| Hallemeier |
Crosses to window.) We’ve barricaded the passages and the stairs. Going to window. God, what swarms of them. I don’t like the looks of them, Domin. There’s a feeling of death about it all. Any water here? |
| Fabry |
Ready! |
| Dr. Gall |
Turning round in the chair. What’s that wire for, Fabry? |
| Fabry |
The electrical installation. Now we can run the current all along the garden railing. Up to window. Whenever we like. If anyone touches it he’ll know it. We’ve still got some people there anyhow. |
| Dr. Gall |
Where? |
| Fabry |
In the electrical works. At least, I hope so. Goes to lamp on table L. C. and turns on lamp. Ah, they’re there, and they’re working. As long as that’ll burn we’re all right. To window. |
| Hallemeier |
The barricades are all right, too, Fabry. |
| Fabry |
Your barricades! I can put twelve hundred volts into that railing. Helena is playing Rachmaninoff’s “Elegie” off L. 1. |
| Domin |
Where’s Busman? Domin has left window and is walking up and down stage across front. |
| Fabry |
Downstairs in the office. He’s working out some calculations. |
| Domin |
I’ve called him. We must have a conference. Crosses to L. |
| Alquist |
Thank God Madame Helena can still play. Hallemeier crosses to L. 1 door, opens it slightly and listens to music. Enter Busman L. 2. |
| Fabry |
Look out, Bus—look out for the wires. |
| Dr. Gall |
What’s that you’re carrying? |
| Busman |
Laying the books on the table L. C. The ledger, my boy. I’d like to wind up the accounts before—before—Domin crosses up to window. Well, this time I shan’t wait till the New Year to strike a balance. What’s up? Goes to window. Absolutely quiet. |
| Dr. Gall |
Can’t you see anything? |
| Busman |
Nothing but blue—blue everywhere. |
| Dr. Gall |
That’s the Robots. |
| Domin |
The Robots are unloading firearms from the Amelia. |
| Busman |
Well, what of it? How can I stop them? Returns to L. C. table, sits and opens ledger. |
| Domin |
We can’t stop them. |
| Busman |
Then let me go on with my accounts. Goes on with his work. |
| Domin |
Picks up telescope. Good God! The Ultimus has trained her guns on us. |
| Dr. Gall |
Who’s done that? |
| Domin |
The Robots on board. |
| Fabry |
H’m, then of course—Pause. Then—then that’s the end of us. To R. corner of desk. |
| Dr. Gall |
You mean? |
| Fabry |
The Robots are practised marksmen. |
| Domin |
Yes. It’s inevitable. Pause. |
| Dr. Gall |
Swinging around; looking into room. Pause. That was criminal of old Europe to teach the Robots to fight. Damn them. Couldn’t they have given us a rest with their politics? It was a crime to make soldiers of them. |
| Alquist |
It was a crime to make Robots. |
| Domin |
Quietly. Down C. No, Alquist, I don’t regret that even today. |
| Alquist |
Not even today? |
| Domin |
Dreamily. Not even today, the last day of civilization. It was a colossal achievement. |
| Busman |
Sotto voce. Three hundred sixty million. |
| Domin |
From window. Alquist, this is our last hour. We are already speaking half in the other world. That was not an evil dream to shatter the servitude of labor. The dreadful and humiliating labor that man had to undergo. Work was too hard. Life was too hard. And to overcome that— |
| Alquist |
Was not what the two Rossums dreamed of. Old Rossum only thought of his Godless tricks, and the young one of his milliards. And that’s not what your R.U.R. shareholders dream of either. They dream of dividends, and their dividends are the ruin of mankind. |
| Domin |
To Hell with your dividends. Crossing R. in front of couch. Do you suppose I’d have done an hour’s work for them? It was for myself that I worked, for my own satisfaction. I wanted man to become the master. So that he shouldn’t live merely for the crust of bread. I wanted not a single soul to be broken by other people’s machinery. I wanted nothing, nothing, nothing to be left of this appalling social structure. I’m revolted by poverty. I wanted a new generation. I wanted—I thought— |
| Alquist |
Well? |
| Domin |
Front of couch. I wanted to turn the whole of mankind into an aristocracy of the world. An aristocracy nourished by millions of mechanical slaves. Unrestricted, free and consummated in man. And maybe more than man. |
| Alquist |
Superman? |
| Domin |
Yes. Oh, only to have a hundred years of time. Another hundred years for the future of mankind. |
| Busman |
Sotto voce. Carried forward—four hundred and twenty millions. Domin sits on couch. |
| Hallemeier |
Pauses—back of couch. What a fine thing music is. We ought to have gone in for that before. |
| Fabry |
Gone in for what? |
| Hallemeier |
Beauty, lovely things. What a lot of lovely things there are. The world was wonderful, and we—we here—tell me, what enjoyment did we have? |
| Busman |
Sotto |