EXT. CITY PARK COURTYARD - MIDDAY A bustling center-city park, think Washington Square or Rittenhouse Square. A man with a sandwich board yells out his message while pedestrians walk in all directions. SANDWICH BOARD MAN The end is nigh! The world is dying as we sing, Angels crying to their kingdom in the sky: The end is nigh! AMANDA What a perfect day, the kind that can wash away Apathy and turn the double play Of being seen and being liked. Hey, that’s me: so psyched, feelin’ cray-cray. On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way. Oh, “the end is nigh”? That tired cliché, More like the end is “nah”. Get out now just because it’s time to shout: Don’t hold the applause for me ‘cause I’m on top today! ELIZABETH Mandy! AMANDA Liz! ELIZABETH What are you doing out in the middle of the day? AMANDA Grabbing lunch. I wanted to see how things taste as a SENIOR DIRECTOR, BITCH!!! ELIZABETH No! AMANDA Yes! ELIZABETH No! AMANDA Yes! ELIZABETH No! AMANDA (annoyed) Yes. ELIZABETH That’s so awesome! And yes, matter of fact I would LOVE for you to buy me lunch and tell me all about it! DANIEL Someone told me that the world might end today. Someone said that this could all just go away. Sure, crazy crackpot spouting whatnot, Still this dark thought prompting me to say: I could handle if the world would end today. I’m just saying that would kind of be ok. It ended once when she left with a “just because”, so it isn’t like it never does. Oh why in the world can’t the world just end today? INT. SPACESHIP Lights down on park scene, up on the navigation deck of a spaceship. Random beeping and lights blinking. An alien sits in front of a computer terminal. GLOBRON I didn’t sign up for this, literally. Just another from-birth conscript, sittin’ pretty On the nav deck, with all the stars that I’m viewin’. Sergeant’s like, “Globron, mind what you’re doin’!”, …[Sergeant] Globron, mind what you’re doin’! Not entirely sure why we’re doin’ all this. Eleventy-eleven and something light years, I got myself found in. Eleventy-eleven and something light years, yeah, and countin’. Peon’s log, stardate whatever the Glorp it is. Thank Gleeble we’re almost there. To sum up: cramped in a metal tube for eleventy-eleven light years. Check it out: that dude over there? Jerk. Girl behind the star chart? Big jerk. In fact, no, you know what all these people are jerks. The food is bland. This guy next to me has been listening to Glohop Rock on his headphones way too loud. I mean, if I can hear it through the headphones, it’s way too loud, right? I guess Gloegs is ok, he shared his copy of "The Golden Sextant", and that’s not nothing. The rest of them though? Jerks. Eleventy-eleven and something light years of the same damn surroundin’. Eleventy-eleven and something light years, yeah, and countin’. EXT & INT SPLIT STAGE Lights back up on park. [AMANDA, DANIEL & GLOBRON] What a perfect day, the kind that can wash away …Someone told me that the world might end today. ……Eleventy-eleven and something Apathy and turn the double play …Someone said that this could all just go away. Of being seen and being liked. Hey, that’s me: so psyched, feelin’ cray-cray. …Sure, crazy crackpot spouting whatnot, …Still this dark thought prompting me to say: On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way. …I could handle if the world would end today. ……Eleventy-eleven and something Oh, “the end is nigh”? That tired cliché, …I’m just saying that would kind of be ok. More like the end is “nah”. Get out now just because it’s time to shout: …It ended once when she left with a “just because”, …So it isn’t like it never does. Don’t hold the applause for me ‘cause I’m on top today! …Oh why in the world can’t the world just end today? ……Eleventy-eleven and something light years SANDWICH BOARD MAN The end is nigh!

[Verse 1] Twelvety light years, And for most of your lives you’ve been training for this day. All the right fears Have been honing the edge of your seats in time for Aerobraking, helmet shaking, making peace with Gleeble in his eminence. [Chorus] People of Earth, we bring you freedom, Weapons aglow, and armored to the twelves, Making friends at maximum warp. Ready or not (ready or not), here we come, Storming in hot to save you from yourselves. Every human kneel and sing for the glory of Gleeble Glorp. [Verse 2] Stream out more slime. I see patches of humans not in agony. There’s no war crime, When your enemy comes from a different point of View. The way they look, the way they act, the way they worship’s just so alien. [Chorus] [Verse 3] Just a scrimmage. We can hardly expect a challenge to those made In His image From a people who still can’t keep from getting Ice cream headaches, I mean come on. How can you not… no, forget it. Nevermind. [Chorus]

You didn’t have time to think or time to fear. I hadn’t the guts to disagree. And now you’re like all dissolved and I’m still here, And I can’t stop being glad that it was you instead of me. So I keep thinking how there won’t be trumpets, Blaring majesty to drown my shame. And no statue with a plaque atop the ash of an attack On this world that doesn’t know your name. What was your name? What was your name? Already that briefest glimpse is fading now. Tomorrow you never will have been. And I will go underground, and on somehow, Taking solace that mine isn’t so original a sin. So I guess there never will be trumpets. And you only have yourself to blame, If you thought there’s any use in trading down for this excuse Of a man who never knew your name. And so what if there are no more trumpets, In their cynical and brash acclaim? Played by men who aren’t me in overblown hypocrisy… And so this hypocrite will now say, “Thank you”, Knowing I would not have done the same. But whatever I’m about, from the here to here on out, What I do, I do it in your name.

INT. PUB - NIGHT Pub occupies left ⅓ of stage, full of rowdy aliens, celebrating their successful invasion of Earth. The remaining ⅔rds are a street with impact holes and damaged cars, but otherwise empty, lit by street lights. Globron sits at a table in the corner of the pub, alone. GLOBRON ……Cold beer, warm cheer, and it’s easy. It’s so easy for them, ……And I just sit here where nobody sees me, ‘cause nobody sees me. ……Hand clap, backslap, and somehow they’re best friends with everyone in the crowd. ……Mugs clink, spilled drink, and how are they laughing so loud? Globron gets up and leaves the pub while singing. The rest of the song takes place outside in the street. ……So I guess I’ll go, ‘cause I’ve seen this scene enough before to know ……In every corner of the world, you see the same thing play out a different way ……But in some dark corner of the world, could there actually be a pack for me ……To find, where I’m perfectly aligned with my folk, my kin, my kind, ……My people ……Picture me in, like, a song where they’re singing together and strong. ……I join that band and it’s like I belong there, because I belong there. ……Inspiration for being the being revealed by lifting this mask. ……Conversation: hey, how is that too much to ask? ……Nope, it’s time to cope, and to cross a bridge just far enough to hope ……That in every corner of the world, there’s this chance that I find the answer why ……I’m called to that corner of the world, where finally it’s ok for me to be ……In my corner of the world, with a song I’ve sung by myself among this and ……Every other corner of the world, feeling safe and free, all my friends with me, ……And find a peacefulness of mind, among my folk, my kin, my kind, ……My people

Welcome. There’s so much work to do. 9 months, we’ve been waiting here for you. Surprise! Here’s some debt to go into. Save us from the decades that we spanned. No time like now to understand The parts the sum is greater than. The day you wake up to this whole gestalt, you’d never ask for this. It’s tragic and of course it’s no one’s fault, except of course it is. The world we knew is coming to a halt. Lie back and reminisce. Sorry, apologies in advance. Your job is braving the expanse. Say “thank you” for your inheritance. Dream on, and wish the truth away. That game you’re far too wise to play. Not like you’re just born yesterday. The day you wake up to this whole gestalt, you’d never ask for this. It’s tragic and of course it’s no one’s fault, except of course it is. The world out there is coming to a halt. Come gaze at the abyss. Welcome. Welcome. You’re welcome.

We’re on a trip aboard a ship to salvage humankind We gotta not go out of our collective freakin’ mind So give a yelp and drink to help the colony survive (Wooo!) 'Cause that’s the ruse we choose to use to keep the yeast alive! We’re on a trip aboard a ship to salvage humankind We gotta not go out of our collective freakin’ mind So give a yelp and drink to help the colony survive (Wooo!) …We mill the malted barley grain until the gristy bits remain …A properly heated water splash converts the starch into a mash And that’s the ruse we choose to use to keep the yeast alive! We’re on a trip aboard a ship to salvage humankind We gotta not go out of our collective freakin’ mind So give a yelp and drink to help the colony survive (Wooo!) …We mill the malted barley grain until the gristy bits remain …A properly heated water splash converts the starch into a mash …The lautering yields a sweetened musk and separates the wort from husk …We boil and boil until she stops extractin’ bitter from the hops And that’s the ruse we choose to use to keep the yeast alive! We’re on a trip aboard a ship to salvage humankind We gotta not go out of our collective freakin’ mind So give a yelp and drink to help the colony survive (Wooo!) …We mill the malted barley grain until the gristy bits remain …A properly heated water splash converts the starch into a mash …The lautering yields a sweetened musk and separates the wort from husk …We boil and boil until she stops extractin’ bitter from the hops …Now it’s time for coolin’ down and makin’ sure ain’t no hops aroun’ …Give ‘er the yeast and make with ventin’ cause now’s the time to start fermentin’ And that’s the ruse we choose to use to keep the yeast alive! We’re on a trip aboard a ship to salvage humankind We gotta not go out of our collective freakin’ mind So give a yelp and drink to help the colony survive (Wooo!) …We mill the malted barley grain until the gristy bits remain …A properly heated water splash converts the starch into a mash …The lautering yields a sweetened musk and separates the wort from husk …We boil and boil until she stops extractin’ bitter from the hops …Now it’s time for coolin’ down and makin’ sure ain’t no hops aroun’ …Give ‘er the yeast and make with ventin’ cause now’s the time to start fermentin’ …Then more yeast is gettin’ busy makin’ the lager nice an fizzy …Finally it’s time to dwell ‘er in the cellar gettin’ meller And that’s the ruse we choose to use to keep the yeast alive!

Purple Dot: Fit the thing to the other thing. Maybe that’ll Compensate for that odd base-12 quirk. Out of time, what was once a dot’s everywhere and How the hell does any of this crap work? Oilcup down on the gudgeon pin. Buckle up now, ‘cause we’re comin’ in. What’s that sound, and are we spinning? “Just aim”, they said, “for the purple dot”. Now there’s flame instead of a purple dot Five years to fly to the purple dot Only to die, only to die, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!! Something Like Home: Touchdown. Screams of panic yielding to the Hushed sound of everybody wond’ring if the Plasma drive exploded or misfired. Are we Still alive? Or is this just what happens when you’re not? Touchdown. Organic matter crunching under Crushed ground. A scent of life in currents off of Purple seas. Something like bitumen rings Encircle trees, or things that are the closest things we’ve got. This is the dot we’ve aimed for. This is the world we’ve claimed as home. Future. Everything depending on the Root you’re praying takes a fancy to a Lilac wood. The depth of a connection only Understood with sinking of your toes into the soil. Freedom. Counseling ourselves on what to Become. Anticipating moments when you Feel again that that long deserved bonus of Tequila when a sunset nods approval of your toil. This is a fated tenure. This is the feeling when you’re home, Home on the strange, stranger than fiction How a change can bring on the same without contradiction. Purple! Everything is so insanely Purple! Everything is full of possi- Bility. Stress and love and danger and tran- Quility, all limited by nothing but your drive. Onward! 30 billion tattoos of a Songbird sing of hope for bringing out the Best in you, achieving what you’re manifestly Destined to instead of merely coming out alive. A new-colored wind to sing like About and within something like home! Purple Dot revisited: This day we fall on a purple dot. This tale we scrawl on a purple dot Begins with calling this purple dot home!

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