O-Bi, O-Ba: The End of Civilization

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O-bi, O-ba.

End of Civilization

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It is now a year since the

nuclear war rolled over the world.

Seeing our uniforms,

the survivors demonstrated indifference,

and sometimes contempt. Fools.

Who won the war?

The Booroos were not coming.

No one was.

We were left alone

with a pack of survivors

whom we were supposed to defend.

Defend?

They had to be

herded together, organized,

and moved to safety,

to some cover against the fallout

where they would have

a chance to wait, to survive longer,

and to start everything

from scratch again.

There was such a place.

High up in the mountains

there was a structure

with a dome insulated

from the atmospheric influence.

We only had to persuade the

silly mob to move to that shelter.

That's was how

Project Ark came into being.

We invented it to save them.

That was one year ago,

One year, I guess.

What is this?

- What is this?!

- What is this?

The Booroos will

hold out and win?!

- Who got it from them?

- Kraft, as usual.

They don't like the guy,

so they play tricks on him.

It's no tricks.

It's subversion.

You have orders to catch

the rats who plant this sh*t.

- I am not a policeman.

- You got your orders.

Okay.

Where did Kraft spot it.

At his doorstep.

I'll deal with it.

And hit them stinkards, hard.

I'll take them out of it.

- It's not a problem.

- Soft.

What?

I wish we had

a police force here.

You'll never

grasp principles.

Another day,

another joy, isn't it?

Soft... you promised.

Remember?

What?

You promised me time

to take you to my Eden.

I see.

Soft, I am

scared of them all.

I trust only you, for you

are my friend, aren't you?

Yes.

You are the only one to know.

If they knew,

they would take it away.

But the Eden is

mine, mine, you see!

Soft, you won't betray me?

Will you come with me?

Soft, you won't regret,

it's the real Eden, salvation.

Listen, a man

must have friends.

You are my friend.

I sense it.

I will share my Eden with you,

save both of us.

Will you come along?

I don't know.

Maybe in the afternoon.

I can't right now.

In the afternoon.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Is this all?

- More tomorrow.

Sign here.

Come here. Do you need

to stick around?

I know it's a shame, but I've

been a greedy-guts since the cradle.

And you can't organize?

I can't.

I tried and got cheated.

Not smart enough.

- Take this.

- Just for free?

- For free.

- Thank you!

Forget it.

Fatso, can't you find out

who plants leaflets with Kraft?

Is it a hunt?

- No.

- So why do you need it?

It's business.

I don't know,

but I may ask.

I'll find you.

Listen! Maybe you'll have more

such spare hard tracks tomorrow?

I will.

If you keep it up for a few days,

I will find out what I can. For sure.

The Ark does not exist

and will never arrive.

Don't believe in hearsay,

witchcraft and superstitions.

Your today and tomorrow

is only in your hands.

The Ark does not exist!

Why checking?

I have to.

The same as usual.

It may be all

the same for you,

but my production

must be up to the standard.

Get everything in one go

and I'll check it once.

Canned beef, bacon with

peas pudding, sprats.

I pay you well, you see?

Your cutlery.

Good silver.

It must be up to standard,

because it is a symbol.

The only thing

people care about.

Want to buy onion?

Where and at what price?

There is a little punk

hanging around the pump at two.

Come and he'll find you.

You have enough

for one onion.

- We'll settle accounts later.

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