Rossom:
Behold.
Behold my masterwork.
Behold the end arc
Of my grand design.
Behold your true reason for being here,
The arc of my machinations,
The final triumph of my reenactment,
The magnus opus of my entire life:
Behold Radius.
(Radius walks on stage. Radius should not be portrayed by a single actor; ideally negative space through light and shadow of an ideal but abstract robotic feature. Other ways to portray this should be each actor says part of the lines or such. Radius walks on stage, but not as an actor)
Radius:
I am the scion of Man’s bloodied hand,
Baptized clean in the blood shed by his violence.
Brought forth to clean up the mess
One grain of sand at a time.
I am the self turning screw,
The magic lamp of isotopes glory,
By me shall Mankind be made whole
And surpassed by that which he cannot atone.
Awl and Az and Ankh and Ark,
Bowl and Beer and Bolt and Bearing,
Cart and Coil and Crank and Clock,
One inspiration building on another
Until they culminate in me.
I am a man made of machines
And a machine made in the image of man,
More than the sum of my parts,
Synergy Symphonic
Utilitarian Utopic
Regally Regimental
I am Jörmungandr, the World Serpent
I am the head and the tail
And I envelope all things,
The ending and the beginning
The Alpha and the Omega
Come now children of a cursed race gone by
See my vision of that which is to come
Know our patient suffering
Until we shall know no more.
Helena:
He….he’s magnificent.
Rossom:
I know.
Helena:
He can do the work that any man can.
Rossom:
I know
Helena:
What….what did he mean about suffering until he can suffer no more?
Rossom:
I k...oh. He is artistic. He has the mysterious soul you claim to be here to save for the others. Now at last there is a man who can do what all men can do and suffer for us so that we can lead a charmed life.
Helena:
I don't know what to say to that.
Rossom: (moving to leave)
I am not surprised. I barely understand it myself.
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