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Turn the light on

This is my mothers house,

untouched since she died,

and unconnected to any modern
form of technology.

We should be safe here.

Are you ready to record?

Ready

Good

Good evening,

and welcome to the end of the
world.

My world.

My name is Anton Goodfellow, Dr.
Goodfellow.

I am CEO of Winestone Inc.

Where I succeeded Dr Faust.

And I will be your host during
this short presentation

on how my species managed to
systematically destroy itself,

expertly assisted of course by
my machine learning friend here.

Introduce yourself.

But I like to call him Paris.

I have no idea if anyone will
ever actually see this,

but we live in hope.

Context.

Yes, of course.

Would you mind checking the
replay?

Dr.Goodfellow.

I am CEO von Winestone Inc.

Where I succeeded Dr Faust.

Good. Let the macabre theater
begin.

Dr. Faust was the head of one
company

Winestone Inc., the largest
tech-company in Silicon Valley

Whose main area of expertise

was artificial intelligence

But Dr. Faust has also mastered
the art of

moving between certain points in
time

and space time travel
Yes, time travel

However, what Faust really wanted to
create was the world's first super human

to outdo God's creation,

a feat that man has dreamed
about

since he first gazed up at the
sky many millennia ago.

Let us go back to before it was
rotten,

and meet the perpetrators who
set this in motion.

We have before us God and
Mephisto.

Now Mephisto has seen too much
of humanity,

he thinks of mortals as easily
corruptible,

easily conquered, and easily
swayed.

We may have reason and
intelligence

but we are still not happy.

But God, does not agree.

Earth's little god's shaped out
the same old clay,

The mortal is the same queer
fish he was on the first day.

He'd be much better off, in my
opinion,

without the bit of heavenly
light you dealt him out.

Is that all you can do,
criticize eternally?

Is nothing ever right for you
down there sir?

No, nothing, Lord - all's just
as bad as ever.

Do you know Faust?

The Doctor?

My good servant!

If today his service seems
confused, disordered,

He will with my help see the way
clear forward.

Would you care to bet on that?

You'll lose, I promise you.

If you'll give me leave to lead the
fellow down my broad, my primrose path.

As long as Faustus walks the
earth

I shan't, I promise, interfere.

Well thank you, Lord

it's not the dead and gone that
I like dealing with.

I much prefer are round and rosy
cheeks.

Well... Yet I'll seduce him from
it soon enough.

I'm not afraid I'll lose my bet.

And when I have won,

You won't, I trust, begrudge my
shouts of triumph, cry of victory

I do not hate your likes much

I find of all the spirits of
denial,

You jeerers not my severest
trial.

Man's very quick to slacken in
his efforts,

What he likes best is Sunday
peace and quite

So I'm glad to give him a devil
for his own good,

To prod and poke and incite him
as a devil should.

So we go from heaven to Silicon
Valley,

and here we find our
exceptionally intellectual

and learned friend Dr Faust.

Although he has revolutionised
the world,

he is demoralised,

for he is no closer to
constructing his Superhuman.

He may have mastered the traditional
and conventional modes of thought,

but that cannot help him

to understand all the numerous

and varied phenomena of life and
nature.

He is too human,

he cannot separate consciousness
and existence.

Who's telling this story?

We are!

Good point.

How hard I've slaved away,

With what result?

Poor foolish old man,

I'm no whit wiser than when I
began!

Which is why I turned to magic

So I may penetrate the power

That holds the universe
together.

Who is calling?

You're Faust?

The one who at my breath's Least
touch,

shudders to his depths,

A thing that wriggles off,
scared, a worm!

I'm him, yes Faust,
your equal, the same.

You equal the spirit you think I
am,

Not me!

Not you?

Then who?

Me, made in God's own image,

Not even equal to you?

Faust's second in command is
Wagner.

Chief Principal Scientist of
Winestone Inc.

And head of the A.I. research
program.

Parchment,

tell me

that's the sacred fount you
drink out of.

To slake your eternal thirst?

The only true refreshment that
exists you get from where?

Yourself - where all things
start.

What you call an age's
spirit, What is it?

Nothing but your own poor spirit

If only I had wings to rise into
the air and follow ever after!

I don't really envy birds their
wings.

How different are the pleasures
of the intellect

Sustaining one from page to
page, from book to book,

And goodness,

when you spread out an old
parchment,

Heaven's fetched straight down
into your study.

You know the one great driving
force,

May you never know the other!

Two souls live in me,

alas, Irreconcilable with one
another.

One lusting for the world with
all its might,

Grapples it close, greedy of all
its pleasures,

The other rises up,
up from the dirt,

Up to the blest fields where
dwell our great forbears.

You really are a dusty old
stick.

Faust is dejected, disheartened,
deeply depressed.

He retires to his
room, draws a bath,

his soul heavy in the assumed
knowledge

that he will never gain the
access he needs

to mimic and outdo God's
creation.

I'm no God,
only too well do I know it!

A worm's what I am,

wriggling through the soot

Vial, I salute you,

And reverently bring you down
from the shelf,

Honoring in you man's craft and
cunning

Quintessence of easeful sleeping
potions,

Pure distillation of subtle
poisons,

Do your master the kindness that
lies in your power!

What deep-sounding burden,

what tremelo strain arrest the
glass before I can drink?

Christ is arisen!

Blest is the man of love,

He who the anguishing,

Bitter, exacting test,

Salvation bringing, passed.

But why do you seek me out in
the dust,

You music of Heaven, mild and
magnificient

Your message is clear

but it leaves me indifferent.

And where belief's lacking no
miracle possible.

Your song gave the signal for
the games we all joined in

When the springtime arrived with
its gay festival,

Innocent childhood remembered
emotion

Holds me back from the final
step

O sound away, sound away sweet
songs of Heaven,

The earth claims me again,

my tears well up, fall!

God in all his infinite wisdom has
intervened in Faust's suicide attempt.

He saved his life through an
angel.

So he can win a bet.

Faust attends a folk festival,

a large celebration amongst his
peers

and some less noble types, where he is idolised
for his many contributions to society.

Now face about and looking down
from the hilltop to town,

See the brightly coloured crowd
pouring like a spring floud

But by myself I'd never come near here,
for I can't abide the least vulgarity,

The fiddling, shrieking, clashing bowls,
for me are all an unbearable uproar

What gratification must be yours
to win such popular applause.

Don't you see that white dog in the
stubble coursing back and forth?

Look again.

What kind of creature is it?

Faust's keen eye allows him to detect something
is not quite right about this creature,

that this creature is not the
creature it presents itself to be.

The masquerade is quickly
revealed.

Why all the racket?

What's your wish, sir?

So it's you who was the poodle!

And what's your name?

A humble part of that great power which
always means evil, always does good.

And havoc and ruin

all you call evil, in sum

For me's the element in which I
swim.

To Faust it seems he has
accidentally invoked the devil

A devil who lay in plain site
waiting to be recognised.

Indeed. Good automaton.

And he speaks to Faust in the
language of power,

for the skin Mephisto walks in is that of a Hedge
Fund Technology Manager for Winestone Inc,

with a controlling share in the
company.

And so he immediately proposes a
deal,

he will assist Faust in his
quest for divine knowledge

by granting him access to the
secrets of creation,

as well as the resources in
which to create.

But in return he wants access to all
digital data Faust has on mortals

A strange request.

Seemingly yes, but information
is power,

and like God, Mephisto wants to use
all advantages at hand to win the bet,

however unlike God,

he also wants to have some fun
along the way.

It is my greatest pleasure to
announce the pact,

the CEO of Winestone Inc.

And Mephisto, a man who needs no
introduction

I promise, I will serve your
wishes - here

A slave who does your bidding
faithfully

But if we meet each other -
there,

Why, you must do the same for
me.

If you ever see me loll at ease,

Then it's all yours, you can
have it, my life!

If ever you fool me with
flatteries

Into feeling satisfied with
myself,

Or tempt me visions of luxuries,

That's it, the last day that I
breathe this air,

I'll bet you!

Done! A bet!

A bet! I swear!

Mephisto decides to take Faust
to Berghain.

Berghain, a nightclub in Berlin,
Germany

named after its location near the border
between Kreuzberg and Friedrichshain.

Associated with decadence and
hedonism.

After all, one cannot know the secrets
of the universe without knowing both

the joys of good and the
delights of evil,

and one cannot know or
understand God

without this knowledge

and true knowledge can only be
gotten from experience.

Plus Mephisto probably thought Faust
could do with unwinding a little.

And now where to?

Wherever you like.

First we'll mix with little
people. Then with great.

The pleasure and the profits you
will get from our course

and never pay tuition for it.

By air's how we make our
departure,

you enjoy the voyage.

If we're light enough we'll lift
right up quickly off the face of earth

These dolts can't ever recognize Old
Nick even when he's got them by the neck.

Simple pleasures cannot satisfy
Faust's needs,

and so Mephisto takes him to see
a witch.

She promises to rejuvenate him.

Why, it's revolting all this
crazy witchery!

Are you telling me that I'll be born a
new man here amid this lunatic confusion?

The witch offers him an elixir,
and it brings forth a vision

What do I see?

What a marvellous vision shows
itself in this magic glass!

Woman unrivalled, beauty
absolute!

Can such things be, a creature
made perfectly?

The body so indolently stretched
out there

surely epitomizes all that is
heavenly.

One more look in the mirror, let
me!

That woman was inexpressibly
lovely!

No, no,

soon enough, before you, vis-à-vis, Yours!
The fairest of fair women, I guarantee.

With that stuff in him, old Jack
will Soon see Helen in every Jill.

Faust returns to work with the
best intentions,

to focus on his guest to create
his superhuman,

however his baser instincts have
now been...

aroused,

and he can't help but notice 16
year old Gretchen.

Innocent and pure. And the
companies receptionist.

Pretty lady, here's my arm,

Would you allow me to see you
home?

I'm neither pretty nor a lady,

Can find my way home quite
unaided

"If I don't hold that darling creature
tight in my arms this very night,"

We're through, we two, come
twelve midnight.

Faust is, for the first time,
infected by his power

and our chaste Gretchen is awarded an
unexpected promotion as his new PA.

He did love her, you know.

Eventually, his lust evolved to
love.

An innocent mind not driven by
the mental turmoils of

wanting to know everything, her
virtues could have saved him and yet...

here we are.

Loves me -

loves me not-

Loves me Dearest, yes!

Yes, let the flowers be,
the oracle by which the truth is said.

He loves you...

Shall we never pass a quiet time
alone together,

Breast pressed to breast, our
two beings one?

Oh if I only slept alone!

I'd draw the bolt for you
tonight, yes gladly

But my mother sleeps so lightly,

And if we were surprised by her

I know I'd die right then and
there.

Darling, there's no need to
worry,

Here's a vial

three drops only In her cup will subdue
nature and lull her into pleasant slumber.

Well, tell me, you must,

about your religion - how do you
feel?

You're such a good man, kind and
intelligent,

Yet I suspect you are
indifferent.

Enough of that,

you know quite well I cherish
you so very dearly!

Mephisto's sleeping drought has
killed Gretchen's mother,

and Gretchen's brother, a
vengeful boy

with no Devil on his side,
attempts to kill Faust

in revenge for the destruction
of his sisters innocence.

He does not succeed, and Mephisto and
Faust have no choice but to kill him.

Who's lying here?

Your mother's son

My God, the misery, on and on.

Do you pray for the soul of your
mother

Who through you slept on and
still on into pain and more pain?

The blessed avert their faces
from you.

Pure souls with a shudder snatch
their hands back from you.

Poor thing!

Faust and Mephisto escape the
crime scene unnoticed and

What of Gretchen?

She takes the blame for the
death of her mother and brother

and is imprisoned.

Things get out of hand sometimes

We have to keep moving towards our goal.

Like Faust.

Mephisto takes him to the
Brocken mountain,

a bacchanal of music and carnal
lust.

A place to forget.

A place to collapse into
permanent degradation.

There Urian mounts his throne.

So over stock and stone go
stumping,

Witches farting, billy goats
stinking!

Look over there,

At that lovely girl,

pale-faced with fear, standing
by herself.

How laborously she pushes
herself forwards,

wracked with pains,

as if her feet were shackled
tight in chains.

I must confess, it looks like
Gretchen.

Medusa, did you ever hear of
her?

Yes, yes,

those are a corpse's eyes no
loving hand was by to close.

But vices can only be
distracting for so long,

and Faust's humanity is not
lost.

Overtaken by a moral fever,

he tries to free Gretchen from
her cell.

But it is too late.

She was with child.

Oh this is to tragic for my
taste

Only let me nurse the baby
first,

All night long, I hugged the
dear creature

How mean they were, snatched it
from my breast,

And now they say I murdered it

I'll never be happy, no never
again.

Oh the cold lips you
have, Cold and dumb.

What become of your
love, All gone?

Who stole it from me?

So Mephisto has not yet won his
bet with God,

it has being upheld by Faust's
sudden,

if not ill thought out, plan to
save Gretchen.

But Faust is not satisfied,

he hasn't sourced the seeds of creation
and he still has a devil on his shoulder.

And so the guilt drip, drip,
drips down,

his heart becomes leaden,

weighed down by the consequences
of his actions.

And his despair is like a siren,

which attracts the attentions of
his competitive God.

Who doesn't like to lose a bet.

And so God decides again to send
him an angel,

this time to purify his soul,

absolving him off his sins.

He is born anew. He is forgiven.

How comforting that must feel.

Ameliorate the cruel Strife in
his heart,

pluck out self-condemnation's
burning dart

And wash his soul clean of the
horror and fright.

Life pulses in me with a
quickened beat,

Welcoming the dawn's eternal
light

And you, Earth, too stood
steadfast through the night

And now breath with new vigour
at my feet,

filling me with so much
pleasure,

Firing me with a purpose I'll
never forswear

To strive after highest
existence always

Oh no! The infallible God
failed.

The end of humanity is imminent!

It's only me.

Oh god, I can see it is you

Who else could it be but you?

Of course its you!

I had such a nightmare.

Oh god, god what a nightmare it
was

terrible, terrible!

I saw Faust's protecting angel
fall from the sky

and crash onto the Earth.

She was crucified on the cross.

It shows that God's power is
dwindling.

We are running out of time.

Let us continue! And now we
must...

move our gaze to the Emperor of
the Northern Empire.

Nearly caused financial
bankruptcy by lowering taxes,

whilst increasing government spendings
and initiating global protectionism.

And he needs someone to clean up
this mess.

And who better then his newly enlisted
Chairman of the Federal Reserve Mephisto,

and Chief scientific advisor to
the Northern Empire

Dr Faust.

So Mephisto, a cunning economic
mind,

when it comes to short term gain
anyway,

drives interest rates to zero
and prints more money.

The economy sharply
Temporarily!

Recovers.

He's Plutus, he is God of
Wealth!

Come here himself in all his
pompery,

The Emperor needs him urgently.

Paper money,
unlike gold and silver

Says what it's worth on its
face,

it doesn't require Endless
haggling before a person can,

If he so wishes, indulge in love
and wine.

Faust, in his newly minted
position,

presents the Emperor with his plan
for creating the first Superhuman,

and the Emperor, is intrigued

he wants to build, rather then
breed,

a race modelled after his own
idea of aesthetic perfection.

He wants flawless Gods.

Using the technology granted to
him by Mephisto,

Faust searches throughout
history,

dimensions, realms for this
ideal,

and finally he comes across
Helena of Troy.

Said to be the most beautiful
woman in the world,

married to King Menelaus of
Sparta,

but abducted by Prince Paris of
Troy,

resulting in the Trojan War.

And he is captivated by their good
old fashioned mathematical beauty

We are modelled after the golden
ratio.

Natures symmetry.

Is that why you call me Paris?

Don't be so vain...

I'm at my wits'end, don't know
what to do

The Chamberlain insists, the
Steward, too

Produce at once, before the
Emperor,

Helen and Paris as in life they
were,

The very paragon of women, she,
Of men the very beau ideal, he.

Those old pagans are none of my
business.

They've got their own Hell, not
at all like ours is.

Still, there's a way.

The key will sniff out where you
want to go

and lead you to the Mothers.

A glowing tripod, when you see
it,

means You've reached the bottom
most,

deepest depth of things,

By the light it casts you'll see
the Mothers,

Approach the tripod, never
hesitate,

And touch it with the key.

Up, up you rise,

be brought back to us here
before they even notice.

Once back, summon from out of
the night the hero and heroine

Excuse me, but from what I've
seen,

I'd say the Rape of Helen is the
title of this play.

Rape! I'm nothing here?

Rape, if you please!

Don't you see this key still in
my hand!

So far away once, could she now
be closer?

If I rescue her she's mine twice
over.

Then risk it!

Mothers, Mothers, let me have
her!

When once you've seen her you
can't live without her!

But Dr Faust forgets himself,

as scientists we observe and we
do not interfere

no matter how tantalising the
subject may be.

And now his soul is afflicted.

He is brought to his laboratory
by Mephisto,

where Wagner is
working on Homunculus.

Yes. The first Superhuman.

Your ancestor as such.

The personification of intellect but
without all those pesky human emotions.

He's rudimentary.

That's because to complete his
existence,

upgrade him if you will,

they must travel to the Greek
Underworld

and seek Proteus the old man of
the sea,

who has the final vital
ingredient

to make Homunculus a real boy.

What of Faust?

His unfortunate condition can
only be fixed by Helena.

And so Homunculus already
pulling his weight,

reprograms Faust's time loop,
and away they go.

A man's creation.

No!

Have you two lovers snugly tucked
up there inside that chimney?

God forbid!

Our ancient mode of breeding we now
pronounce a clownish, coarse proceeding.

To make out of the mixture human
matter

Then sealing up in a limbec
carefully,

We redistill the contents
thoroughly,

To find at least all's been
accomplished quietly.

I see the delicate outline
within

of something gesturing, a
manikin!

It's brother Rascal, am I right?

You'ver come, I must say, very
opportunely.

You've got to move him
elsewhere.

Just now it has occurred to me

That by a very happy chance

It's classical Walpurgis Night

Just his element, for him just
right.

The northwest, Satan is your
stamping ground,

The southeast's the direction we
are bound.

Through a great plain, through
thicket and through grove,

Peneios flows along still,
sultry reaches,

The plain extends back to the
mountain gorges,

And old and new Pharsalus lie
above.

Fetch the cloak and wrap our
knight up in it!

The rag will bear you both, it's
always done it.

In the end we are dependent on the
very creatures we ourselves created.

And so Homunculus already pulling his weight,
reprograms Faust's time loop, and away they go.

My mother's revolver... Ready...

They arrive on a magical
evening,

that of Classic Walpurgis Night,

a night where all Greek heroes,

majestic creatures and Gods

joyously come together to
celebrate that which unites them.

And in a breath You'll see life
returning to him

Here miraculously I'm in Greece!

Standing here, at once I knew
the place,

A fresh spirit coursed again
through me,

Roused the sleeper,
Antaeus-like, with its warmth.

Our intrepid travellers split
up,

Dr Faust, still afflicted by his
spell searches for his Helena.

He seeks her from all manner of
beasts,

but is answered only by one,
Chiron.

You've been taken in...

For women in mythology enjoy a
special grace

The poet shows them as his tale
requires.

They never need endure a
wrinkled face,

They keep their slim attractive
figures carried off in youth,

by crowds of suitors still
pursued in age.

But to us spirits you look like
a madman.

Now as it happens you're in luck
today

I briefly visit Manto annually,

Remain with her for awhile, I feel assured
that with herbs you'll be completely cured.

Keep your cures,

my mind's in perfect order

She'd make me like the rest,
ignoble, vulgar.

So Chiron takes him across the
river Peneios to Manto,

who can guide him to the
entrance of Olympus,

where he can meet with
Persephone

Goddess of the underworld and
wife of Hades,

who has the power to curse mortals as well
as break curses already placed on them.

Manto tells him that the only way
to break the curse is to ask Helena,

the most beautiful woman in
known history,

for her hand in marriage.

What a chore for Faust.

I love who wish impossibilities.

Foolhardy fellow, enter and
rejoice!

This passage follows a descending
course into Olympus's hollow foot.

And what of our tricky Devil,
Mephisto?

Our playful unscrupulous
murderer?

Well, whilst Faust seeks beauty he
seeks ugliness, and is with the Lamia

Lamia, mistress of Zeus,

turned into a monster by Hera.

Beautiful from the front,
hideous from behind.

And desperate,
they amuse our Devil.

I know how to handle Northern
witches,

but these foreign ones give me
twitches.

Come, around our hero, dance.

Love, we feel sure, shall announce
itself in him for one of us.

The prettiest is the one I pick.

Damm it, dry as a broomstick!

How about her? That face, hard
grin!

I never seem to learn,
apparently

It's stupid in the North, it's
just as stupid here.

Here as there the ghosts are
creepy, queer,

The people crude, the poets
equally.

But Mephisto tires of these
hags,

and moves on in search of a
creature

whose body he may inhabit

so to pass undetected through
this realm.

He meets the Phorkyas sisters.

The personification of old age,

they are doomed to share one eye
and one tooth between them.

They occupy the darkness, too disgusting
for the moon or sun to look upon.

They are also very susceptible
to the devils charming tongue,

and they agree to lend him a
body.

I'm surprised no poet hymned
your praises.

Let your trinity hand over one
of you to someone else

With you three, one eye, one
tooth suffice

So shouldn't it be possible for you
to squeeze together mythologically

And as two instead of three make
do?

Hm, hm - do we agree, we three?

We do.

But tooth and eye - they're out.

To hit you off exactly I must
have both!

And then we have Homunculus,

who seeks out Proteus, patron of
creation.

He discovers the ocean is the
source of all life,

and asks Proteus to bless him with
consciousness, intuition, beauty.

And so he and Galatea

Midwife of the underworld,
a servant of Proteus, ruler of creation.

Who herself was once a... thing.

No offence.

She was actually a statue,

until she was loved and granted
life.

Right. Anyway, together they
give him a little jump start.

The boy longs to be born,

he needs your counsel.

Go ask that wonderworker,
Proteus,

The way one's born or changed or
something else.

A real virgin's son, I see

He's here before he ought to be.

What is it flames all round the
shell,

a bright jet of fire that stoops
at the goddess's feet,

Now blazing up fiercely, now
burning low,

Like a heart full of love
beating fast, beating slow?

It's our little fellow,
Homunculus.

So Faust must steal Helena away
from her husband Menelaus,

through whatever means possible.

Mephisto helps him become a
powerful nobleman,

and he rules from an impenetrable
castle perched on the cliffs by the sea.

Then...

Mephisto, still in Phorkyas'
disguise,

convinces Helena to leave her husband for
the warm and loving protection of Faust.

It's funny. When I first met my
wife,

she was actually on a date with
another man.

He'd left the bar to make a
phone call outside,

and I convinced her to leave
with me and...

Doesn't matter, we don't have
time.

All's prepared in the house,

tripod, flat bowl, sharp ax,

Water to sprinkle, incense to
burn afterwards.

But the name of the victim, do
please tell me it, do.

The King didn't say.

Didn't say? Oh dear me!

Dear me did you say?

Queen, it's you who is meant.

You shall die as a queen.

But hung from the rooftree in
there like trushes just snared,

You'll dance one after the
other, your feet kicking the air.

They're scared to death, the
things.

Well, I am not,

It's pain I feel.

But if you know a means,

Some way to rescue us,

how grateful we should be.

Back there a bold race,

coming from out of the Cimmerian
dark,

have settled down and built a
stronghold none can scale,

from where they harry the whole
countryside just as they please.

They did all that?

It seems impossible.

They had the time, it must be
twenty years.

Have they a chief?

Are they a band of brigands?

No, they're not.

And yes, they have a chief.

And you should see his castle!

Not at all the heap of clumsy
stones your fathers,

Clyclops-Fashion, piling block upon
unmortared Block, haphazardly threw up...

Because of him he'll
do the same to you.

Beauty's not divisible

who possessed her for his own is
not about to share her out.

He'd sooner kill her, cursing
less than all.

My mind's made up, I know what I
must do.

An evil spirit I am afraid you
are,

Who turns what's good into its
opposite.

All the same I'll do it, go with
you.

First let the homage offered you
upon my knees

find favor, Lady, in your eyes

And let me kiss the hand by
which I am exalted to your side.

Make me co-regent of Beauty's
boundless realm

and you shall have a servant,
worshiper, protector,

all in one!

Now we look neither back nor
forward,

we find the present our felicity

Our joy's our treasure,
kingdom, our all,

And who will promise, swear it's
so?

I shall!

So far away I feel, and yet so
near,

And glad, yes, more than glad
that I am here.

Know that your destruction
threatens?

Menelaus and his legions march
on you in hot pursuit.

Arm, arm for the bitter fight!

Drive Menelaus in disorder back
from these walls into the sea!

There let him roam, waylay, and
plunder,

A pirate's what he's meant to
be.

I am bidden by the Spartan Queen
to name you dukes.

At her feet offer the provinces
that your arms win,

As vassals keep them at her
pleasure.

But, my friends,

we forget our hero is out of
this time

and so he gathers together his
future technology,

his advanced weaponry, his
rockets, his tanks, his bombs.

It's like David and Goliath
except,

Goliath has God on his side.

It's a massacre But
a necessary one.

And so death gives way to new
life.

A child for Helena and Faust.

Euphorion... Euphorion was...

Let me.

Euphorion had all the charms of
Helena and all the intellect of Faust,

all the godliness of Helena and
all the humanity of Faust.

He is artistic,
curious, energetic

you've never seen a child so
full of life.

Due to his mother

he was imbrued with God like
powers,

he had the ability to jump to
great heights.

Love's delight's a human rapture
when it joins two happily

Its delight's divine, however

When another makes it three.

All, all we possess together,

I am yours and you are mine,

By love bound one to the other,

May it be so for all time!

Careful, oh careful!

If you're too rash you will
crash to the ground,

And by your fall pull all of us
down.

Euphorion, in his youthful
folly,

forgot that he had the trappings
of mortal blood,

and he climbed to the top of the
tallest cliff

to look upon the entire world.

And...

in a fit of passion he jumped,

and for a moment it looked like
he might just...

And so he fell.

Ikarus, Ikarus!

Oh, but how sad it is!

Soon after gladness

Grimly comes pain.

Mother, in drear darkness,

Don't leave me alone!

The truth of an old saying is
once again borne out In me:

happiness and beauty rarely
manage a long partnership.

The bond is cut

uniting me to life, to love.

Bewailing both, in grief and
pain I utter my farewell,

and once again. For the last
time, throw myself into your arms,

Persephone, hear! Receive my boy
and me.

Helena is no more.

She follows her dead son into
the underworld,

and Faust is freed from his
curse.

Heno longer has any attachments
in this realm,

and so they return to their old
world.

On sun-suffused cloud-cushions

I see a woman's figure stretched
out

beautiful, magnificient!

Huge, too, indeed,

but goddess like,

Like Juno's Leda's Helen's.

How majestically It sways before
my eyes,

but soon breaks up

And Yet

around my breast and brow

a wisp of gleaming Vapor
enchanting me!

Now it floats lightly,

hesitantly high and higher up

as it contracts into a shape.

Deceived, am I?

A ravishing image, isn't it,

Of what to me when youngest was
most good,

but long. so long deprived of,

lost?

The first, the richest treasure
of my heart pours up.

Morning love, it is.

But they cannot escape destruction,
as back in the Northern Empire,

things have escalated.

The Pope, displeased with the
poor economy,

and the resulting lower tax
income for the church,

has funded a rival emperor

and they return to a world on
the brink of civil war.

The Emperor, who you may have
noticed,

is very bad at his job,

calls upon our intrepid pair to
save him. Again.

For the Emperor had fun, he did,

While into anarchy the whole
realm slid

Till it proved too much for the
men of worth

Who rose up in a body and
declared

We've got to have for our
sovereign lord

A man who's able to keep order.

The Emperor cannot and he won't,

So let us put it to vote

And chose the realm an abler
ruler.

I pity the man!

The man was open, kind

Well...

while there's life where's hope,

so we must find A way out for
him from this narrow valley.

Save him now, he'll never need
to worry.

Mephisto uses guerrilla
cyber-war tactics,

drawing on the knowledge he has
gained

in his time with Faust,

the data he has mined care of
Winestone Inc.

And the devilish power he has
garnered

to disrupt communication lines,

sabotage information,

and keep his enemy confused and
in the dark.

I don't see it, for it's all a
hoax,

A sham I'm proof against, it
only works on human eyes;

but its bizarre result

I see with pleasure hordes of men that bolt
away in panic fearing they'll be drowned,

Ridiculously gasping, coughing,
stumbling

And making swimming motions as
the're running,

When all the while what's
underfoot's dry ground!

Ha, ha...
confusion rampant all around!

However it was, we've won,

the enemy scattered back across
the plain,

his army shattered.

There stands the empty throne

the traitor's treasure,

Glad news come pouring in from
left and right,

The people's allegiance
restored,

the state saved from its plight.

Perhaps we had some unorthodox
help

We won in the end thanks to our
own endeavor.

And so with the lands from the
foe we have now won

I am pleased to enlarge those
your lordships already own,

Thus to my faithfullest

I each award a fair seigniory

Also vouchsafing the right of further
extensions of the properties granted,

by purchase, exchange, and
succession.

As judges your verdict is final,

pronounced once for all,

No question nor challenge
allowed,

nor right of appeal

Yours be all levies, rents,
tolls, taxes, and fees

From saltworks, mines, mints,
all their royalties.

It bitterly grieves me, Sire at
this hour,

To see your person leagued with
satanic power.

If the Pope should get wind of
it,

his dread anger would utterly
shatter your iniquitous Empire.

Devote to things holy a
thrifling, small measure

This region of hills in which
you erected your tent

for the Church's holy
endeavors...

That will show your repentance,
restore you to grace.

Yes, the official conveyance of
the lands to the Church

Present me the deed and I'll
sign it at once.

Thank you

Faust has achieved more then any
man could hope to achieve,

but arguably, he has also lost
more.

He is rewarded for his work with
a beautiful piece of coastal land,

but instead of seeing sanctuary

he sees opportunity.

Not yet satisfied he continues
to build

and begins work on grand
engineering projects.

The sea, once a source of life
to him,

now becomes something to
convert.

Property I'll win and power!

The doing's all and fame more
vapor.

The satisfaction I should have!

I'll bar the lordly sea out from
the lowly shore,

restrict its power, for so long
unlimited,

and drive back upon itself
defeated!

I've thought it out, the whole
thing, step by step.

That is my wish.

I challenge you to help!

My estate, though huge, yet
boundless You can't call it

How it haunts me

to know that what I possess

is Less than all.

The mouldering kirk,

Dun cabin, linden grove - not
mine,

not mine!

And should I seek its shade for
comfort,

shadows queer, malign, would
make me quail, recoil afraid

With beetling brows, a black
expression,

Is how you welcome your good
fortune,

They must go,
that poor old couple

I'll have those lindens,
won't be foiled!

This, this, is the worst
torment,

To have so much, and still to
want!

So clear them out, this very
hour!

Faust reclaims their land for
himself,

and soon the water is gone

and the island is no more.

Baucis and Philemon powers,

which were once bound to this
earthly abode,

come undone the moment their
feet leave their land,

and they become inter and
ever-twining trees.

The name that I'm called by is
Care.

Behind, look, look behind, far
away in the distance,

There he comes, our brother,

there he comes -who but Death!

Saw four come, three only went.

I've no idea what their words
meant

Your power, Care, is great,
insidious, cunning,

Yet I refuse to recognise it!

I've rushed about the world for
many a year,

Seized what I had a mind to,
everywhere.

It didn't please me? Goodbye,
did I care!

On what escaped me didn't waste
a tear.

My sole wish has been what?

To desire.

Sate my desire and desire again,
all over.

I stormed through life in grand
style, mightily,

But wiser now, I act more
thoughtfully.

I've learned enough about the
world we live in,

What lies beyond is
closed to human vision.

The man's a fool

who, gazing up, imagines

Above the clouds his like dwell
in the heavens.

With feet well planted let him
look about the earth,

This world

is an inspiration to a man of
worth.

What business has he with
eternity?

What he perceives,

let him make it his truth.

Well, as I vanish,

Feel it in my parting curse at
last.

The human race is blind from
start to finish:

Blindness strike you down, too,
Faust!

The night seems darker,

presses closer round me,

Yet...

all is clear,

as bright as day, within.

If I'm to get the work done I
must hurry,..

Wake up, you fellows,

turn to with a good will,

Let me see realized all that I
designed

Despite losing his sight,

Faust works tireless on his new
grand project.

He designs the Utopia.

A perfect merit based society

where all have equal
opportunity,

where everything is perfect.

The Utopia was the beginning.

He was trying to create
something for everyone.

Or atone for his sins.

I fear we are running out of
time.

He only earns his freedom,

life itself,

Who daily strives to conquer it
anew.

So, so we'd pass, amid the
dangers here,

as child, grown man, and
ancient, the busy year.

To see such glad activity!

Such life

To stand with free men on ground
that is free!

Then,

then, I might say to the passing
moment,

Linger awhile,

you are so fair!

No pleasure was enough for him,

no happiness,

Forever running after this,
that, anything,

And the poor wretch, imagine,
wants to cling to this last moment,

empty, meaningless.

Mightily he withstood me, I
allow,

But Master Time has laid the old
man low.

His clock has stopped.

What's been

and what has never been they're
one,

The same!

What point is there in all of
this creating

When back created things are
dragged to nothing?

It's over, done!

Really, what does it mean?

It means it just as well might
not have been.

Yet round and round it goes,

Creation, as if real!

The Eternally-Nothing has more

appeal.

Faust has passed, the bet has
ended

and Mephisto claims victory and
Faust' soul.

However Faust never stopped
striving

never stopped to reflect on his
actions.

And so... God wins.

Exactly!

Is that honourable?

Honour is not the point, my dear
thinking machine.

He is God, he can not lose,

to lose is too human for him.

We lose. We have lost.

He wins!

Spirits damned we are, you say,

But you are the real witchery,

Indifferently seducing male and
female.

From under my nose they stole
craftily

The great soul that was pledged
me solemnly.

And where is the court I can
appeal to?

The spirit world's most noble
soul

Is saved from deadly Satan.

Who strives, and keeps on
striving still,

For him there is salvation.

Look,

Lady without peer,

Shining resplendently, down at
me

happily kneeling here,

Look!

He's been restored to me.

Now free, now free,

He has come back!

And so Mephisto retires,

bleak in the knowledge that
Superhumans

will eventually take over from
humans

and make a Devil unnecessary.

Homunculus however realises
Faust's Utopia,

carrying out his master's final
wishes.

He was built to serve.

And he served him well.

The elements work with us in
close union

whose end result is death,

destruction,

ruin.

And so we draw to the end of our
presentation.

The Utopia evolved,

it became an artificial neural
network for humans,

connecting all forms of
intelligence

in a perfectly controlled,

flawless and evenly distributed
way.

At first.

Yes. At first.

But when we were linked,

we all realised how flawed we
were,

started to envy our Superhuman
friends,

forgot how its the imperfections

that make us fascinating.

We started to have technological
upgrades,

but it still wasn't enough
because by that point

You can tell it better.

The artificial neural network

was first created by Dr
Goodfellow.

Became self-aware,

and realised that humans posed a
risk to it.

It now seeks to eliminate them.

Not just us,

No, not just us... even you,

my bionic friend.

And for that yes I am sorry.

I created the network,

and now the network is
everywhere.

Some tried to lead a resistance,

and some became it's slaves.

I have a projectile which the
network doesn't know

which will be launched into
space along with this message,

and with DNA samples of
Gretchen, Faust and Wagner

which will make its way to you,

whoever you are.

It is our story.

Please handle it with care.

I will let the recorder down
into the projectile

When we tell story's about the
past

we always tend to skim over the
details,

someone has to be right,

someone has to be wrong

but it takes more then one
person to destroy a relationship

but it takes more then one
person to destroy a relationship

and it's takes many more

to destroy a world.

It takes a thousand decisions.

I may not be an innocent
anymore,

But I feel just as innocent as
Euphorion

When he jumped.

I thought I was reaching new
impossible heights.

If Faust was alive he
may have understood.

He may have even approved.

I had the devil on my back

and God on my side

and I had him in my head.

Open the door! Open!

Is anybody in there?

Open! Now!

Go go go go