Moles and the Machine. v1.1 / Eng. 1.

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[Rhetorical] dramatic epic.
Prologue is here

U977 pop-ups on the surface to charge the batteries.
On the bridge stands Heinz Schaeffer, the commander.


Schaeffer:

The Southern Cross and clouds Above us
Below us there is hell of glass and cold
The knock of Diesel and the snow just everywhere
Quite hellish South on the course forever.
Old world is finished, Venice is shrouded in fog
Rome fell in front of a crowd of the barbarians.
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Here, in Antarktis
We'll build the structure of the new Ecumene
We'll dig the tunnels icy rock
And We'll enmesh in wires barren valleys.
Let's turn the axis of Earth itself
And change the climate on the planet
There'll be the flowering garden on the moon .
We'll pose the giants statues everywhere
And hen the soldiers of RaumKrigsmarine
Will shake their suits from stardust
And in the flesh, will live on the Feast of Victory
We'll exalt our MACHINE
As a brilliant iceberg in the galaxy of the Gods!

Suddenly there is a dolphin with human face appears out of the water.

Dolphin:


Nine witches Lived in the valley once:
Looking longingly into the distance
Lili Marleen, Savitri Devi, Lenny Riefenstahl
Want to brew the Hot Ice of Destiny
In a large titanium cook pot
The nitro flows, the plasma gushes
The pot is heavy, the fate awaits
For heroes in the The Witch valley
You go there, where the Styx flows from the mountain
And brings, day and night gifts of oblivion to mortal humans.
Where Mata Hari and Helen Goff* are dancing near the runes
Carrying through the valley the sound of invisible strings
Helena Roerich with a flick of eyelids induces Khmara and slumber
The gap-toothed Moon is shaking like a broken lamp.
Poor thing Martha Künzel like shadow around the campfire
And Olga Chekhov drinks a poisonous nectar in the morning
Maria Orzich repairing tissue of confusion and enchantment
Blavatsky's eyes lit up like blue fire.


[Disappears]

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* Helen Goff - the real name is Pamela Lyndon Travis, the writer (1899 - 1996)