Red Sword. You are not yet superman. We shall execute the last man and the last woman together. (To the woman) Have you any last words? It is traditional to have last words.
The Woman. I will match my silence against your silence, my eternity against your eternity!
Red Sword. Come with me! (He leads them out, right. There is an oppressive silence. In a moment he returns, wiping his sword on his gown. He takes his seat without a word. The light begins to fail, and the room grows rapidly darker until the last few sentences are spoken in an enveloping blackness.)
Green Ears. Man has produced the superman, and the superman has put an end to mankind.
Blue Face. Brothers, we stand on an icy mountain peak in the twilight of time.
Yellow Hat. We experience a breathless emotion which no one has had before, which there will be no more to have.
Purple Hair. No longer do we feel the drag of the past; no longer do we feel the lure of the future.
Red Sword. We are the future. We are the goal of consciousness.
Blue Face. For this moment has mankind dragged out a million weary years.
Green Ears. For this moment have been the countless joys of love, the countless pangs of death.