RadioMartinaise [none/use name]

YOU - “Kim, I know the alphabet now.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Good. I also know the alphabet.”

YOU - Say nothing, just nod.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant also nods. It is quite a scene – the two of you standing next to the broken wall of an abandoned building… nodding. Nodding along.

ESPRIT DU CORPS - Two officers of the law against the world. Nodding in unison. It is your source of power. The bond of camaraderie between you… is palpable…

YOU - Nod even more.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant is nodding so hard it looks like his head is about to snap off his neck.

YOU - Don’t stop nodding.

KIM KITSURAGI- The lieutenant matches your nodding pace. He’s a true professional at this.

ENDURANCE - The nodding’s reaching critical mass! You can’t take this much longer, captain!

YOU - Keep nodding, goddamn it! Stay the course!

KIM KITSURAGI - A small bead of sweat runs down the side of the lieutenant’s face as he maintains his nodding… Physical Instrument - It’s too much! You can feel your vertebrae starting to crack, your muscles groaning…

YOU - Just one more nod.

KIM KITSURAGI - As the lieutenant takes out a handkerchief and softly taps the sweat off his temple… a faint crack echoes through the coast…

PAIN THRESHOLD - Almost snapped your neck… but I fucking got this. No pain… no pain…

ENDURANCE - Whew, got off lucky there… that could have resulted in a world of hurt.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Alright,” the lieutenant coughs abruptly. “It’s a good moment to stop. My neck was starting to hurt. If there’s nothing more, we should get going.”

ESPRIT DU CORPS - He would follow you into death itself… and you would do the same for him. ___

It seems to Nadia that a real party is going on. The world will probably end soon.

“No,” says Frantiček the Brave, “there are still eight years.”

What a pleasant young man, and what cheekbones, like a steppe eagle! “Eight years? But then everything is still possible!”

“Yes, everything is possible for this world,” says Frantiček the Brave.

INLAND EMPIRE - After life, death. After death, life again.

ONE DAY I WILL RETURN TO YOUR SIDE - The fuel oil catches fire immediately with an ominous hiss – a bright orange flash across the surface of the letters. Black smoke rises from the burning message.

INLAND EMPIRE - What if the words are not directed at the people of Martinaise, or even the Coalition aerostatics above the city – they’re meant for something above even those…

YOU - “The wolf is at the door, Kim. He will eat the sun.”

YOU - “I’m so fucking normal right now.”

YOU - “Okay, I’ll ask – who are the Semenese?”

MEASUREHEAD - “THE SOUTH ISLAND RACE, HAPLOGROUP A4A. WE ARE THE RIGHTFUL MASTERS OF THE INSULINDIAN ARCHIPELAGO. WE DESCEND FROM THE AREOPAGITES OF ANCIENT PERIKARNASSIS AND ARRIVED HERE 4000 YEARS AGO. MILLENNIA BEFORE YOU.”

MEASUREHEAD - “WE ARE THE FUTURE. THAT IS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.”

YOU - “So you were born and raised on the islands, before you moved to Revachol?”

MEASUREHEAD - “I AM A DESCENDANT. THE NARROW STREETS OF ULUNBUIR ARE WITH ME IN MY GENETIC DREAMS, I SEE YOUNG SEMENESE WOMEN WALK INTO THE GREY MASS ON ILE DU FANTÔME, WAITING ON IMMACULATE CONCEPTION FROM THE PALE.”

YOU - “So… you did not come from the islands?”

MEASUREHEAD - “NO.” He cranes his head. “I HAVE HEARD ABOUT IT. ON THE RADIO.”

MEASUREHEAD - “YOUR BODY BETRAYS YOUR removed.”

MEASUREHEAD’S BABE - “Yeah, Measurehead, his body totally betrays his removed,” the young woman at the giant’s side agrees.

YOU - “And what about the liberals? Are they liberals, too?”

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “Of course not. The only people who actually call themselves liberals are mouth-foaming reactionaries.”

ECHO MAKER - “Basically indistinguishable from fascists. You’d need an x-ray machine to tell the difference.”

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “You must understand, when we speak of contingency spreads, we are talking about the most fantastically complex data visualisations human beings are capable of producing, with thousands of events – from elections and wars to natural disasters or scientific miracles – and millions of possible outcomes.”

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “It may be the case that, under certain scenarios, Revachol is vitally important, as it was during the Coalition landings in '08. It may also be the case in many other equally plausible scenarios that Revachol is simply another once-great city, like countless others throughout history.”

REACTION SPEED - Did she… just admit that the Coalition invading Revachol was one of those ‘contingencies’?

YOU - “Are you saying the Coalition invasion was one of these ‘contingencies’?”

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “No – well, not quite. The Moralintern never intends to violate another nation’s sovereignty. That would be a serious violation of international law…”

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “What we saw was a sight to behold. A beat up police carriage, containing you. Right there on the beach. You revved the engine and screamed at the top of your lungs…”

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “‘THE TIME HATH COME.’”

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “So, naturally, being the curious cat I am, I asked what time hath come, to which you replied…”

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “THE TIME HATH COME FOR TEQUILA SUNSET. THE END OF ALL THINGS.”

LEOPARD-PATTERNED BODYSUIT - This is a men’s size L leopard-patterned unitard with short sleeves. There are bits of seaweed stuck to it. It speaks to the animal inside you.

YOU - What should I… do with it?! (Continue.)

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - There’s only one thing left to do – see how it fits.

COMPOSURE - Just know that once the leotard goes on, it never comes off. You will change, irrevocably.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - But don’t you want to feel different? It can be a secret that only you know.

No, Frantiček the Brave is in Samara! He is in negotiations. He will come with the troops of the People’s Republic! Don’t be naïve, Frantiček is roaming far and wide in Katla, in winter’s orbit, staying in the hut of Ignus Nilsen. They will never find him! Ssh! Frantiček the Brave would never hide! Only yesterday he was seen in the queue for meat, he now has a false beard and a butcher’s apron, and he called himself Vozam Sark, read it backwards!

But months pass. There is no news, and soon autumn will come. Industrial haze like a mourner’s veil drapes on top of gold and red leaves. In October, a completely different story begins to circulate in Zsiemsk , in quiet and timid tones. Frantiček the Brave was shot behind a waste facility.

ENDURANCE - It’s clear you like the hard stuff, bröther.

YOU - What is my lower intestine going on about?

ENDURANCE - Lower intestine? The term is METABOLIC AND CIRCULATORY SYSTEM.

YOU - Okay, but… what’s the hard stuff?

ENDURANCE - Fascism, bröther.

YOU - “Evrart is a hero of the worker’s movement.”

LA FUMÉE, VOL. 1 NO. 4 - According to the SRV’s Ministry of Information, the programme has been a tremendous success. Public support stands at 87%, and youth obesity and alcoholism rates are down 12% and 7% respectively.

LOGIC - This is the SRV we’re talking about. If you think those are the real numbers there’s probably a guy who wants to sell you a bridge in La Cherte.