Schirkoa: In Lies We Trust (2024)

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And what exactly

are you supposed to do in this event?

Finale?

Yeah. This... finale.

What's the ask?

I guess you just... be.

Haven't I told you already?

You perform,

you gather love, share some

and mingle

with the free people of the rebellion!

The what?

You're making me nervous, 197.

Look, once I get on to that bus

you can put all your worries aside.

It's legit!

That's my biggest worry, 242.

That bus doesn't sound legit at all.

Lord O', bless us all.

What if they catch you

at the border itself?

I had to tell you something.

Uh... Never mind.

Chop chop, Mr Perfect.

Tell me already. What is it?

I think...

and it's still not confirmed,

but I think I've been nominated.

- You don't mean for the...

- Election day.

- Are you...?

- I'm not kidding. For real this time.

Election Day is what... a week away!

Am I f*cking a politician now?

Mr 197A, the Council member!

Warming the bed

of a Blue District woman.

How scandalous! I love this already.

Careful! I'm gonna fall.

You're being very naughty lady!

Oh yeah? Lady now?

Sir, please get inside

the vehicle, okay?

- I am a Schirkoan!

- Sir, please.

- What's the matter with those books?

- Just come with us.

- The bookstore closed down?

- Yeah.

It seems they were distributing

those banned pamphlets.

Ah, the pamphlets!

Yeah, I saw them on the news.

Wow. They were right under our noses.

Bad for business, I tell you...

While the opposition

already has a nomination,

the Intellectuals still seem undecided

about their candidate.

With one week to go,

we can only wait and anticipate.

Who will be that lucky citizen

to get the seat at the Council?

I wonder who, I wonder who?

Schirkoa is an organism.

Not a concrete monolith

from fiction!

Lord O' has given us

the words to live by.

To be alike is the way of life.

Remember the golden trio always:

Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.

If you see any suspicious person,

please inform the Warden office

immediately.

Anyone caught

taking the bag off will be prosecuted.

And they have gathered

in large numbers

to show their dissent

against the imminent w*r.

They allege that this w*r

against the Anomalies is... not real.

The students

are also complaining...

Have you ever seen an Anomaly?

No! Nobody has.

They are imaginary adversaries

to keep us in check

A cheap tactic

to hunt down the immigrants

and label them as Anomalies!

Burn the council!

Burn the council!

Why do we never hear them talk?

Enough of this nonsense!

We're marching to the Council!

Burn the Council!

Can you back off the police?

Just back off!

That was a cute little tumble.

Someday you gotta teach me

how to fall like that.

Have a good one.

- Sir, are you all right?

- I'm okay. Thank you.

Have a good day!

Hi...

Audio cassettes!

Yes, Ma'am. Audio cassettes!

- Designers bag heads!

- Designers bag heads!

- We don't have to take a hotel room.

- Where do we go then?

Come, come, come!

Come here, sugar.

I'll give you good service.

Don't be shy.

Aren't you the kinky type, my love?

Come, come, come over here!

Best service in the Blue District.

Good service.

Best service in the town.

There you are!

Come, I have to show you something.

What...?

Come!

- Wait, ...

- Come on! Don't be shy.

- Come on!

- No, no...

Just follow me.

Here, have a look.

What's all this?

The banned pamphlets for the Finale!

Kon... thaqa?

- Yes. Konthaqa.

- And?

The forbidden refugee state?

The one made by banished immigrants?

From the TV commercials?

Yes! She runs the show.

Lies?

It's her name.

- What a name!

- I know, right?

Okay.

242, I can't believe

I have to really ask you this.

You know these... Anomalies

are all myth, right?

We will both get in trouble

if anyone finds out these...

Just check out the pamphlet.

It mentions how these...

'Anomalies' have

low life expectancy anyway.

Why?

Because they are

frequently sentimental, darling.

Some say their hearts are actually...

bigger than usual.

How big?

Oh, about 3 fists, I think.

3 fists! How hot is that?!

Sorry, we didn't mean

to interrupt your momentum.

We were just leaving.

Come with me, 197.

There is still time.

Yes, there is.

Stay.

I can't live in this nightmare forever.

We won't have to wear these bags

anymore in Konthaqga.

How many times

do I have to repeat myself?

I mean, I work in the ministry!

You've got to trust me.

There is nothing

beyond those borders. It's all...

- I know. I know.

- That's the worrying part.

In Lies we trust.

Stay.

- We'll find a way.

- Yes, we have.

And the way

is that bus beyond the border.

Come with me, Senator.

- It would be a scandal.

- Oh, so you're considering?

Ah... Well! Let's see after my date

with the Intellectuals.

Oh my... I can't believe

you're actually going to hear them talk.

Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?

- Only if you stay.

- Oh... never mind then.

We might have

the official announcement

of the nominated candidate

anytime today.

The Intellectuals have chosen a new

Council member for the next term.

Now here at 6 we are staying

on top of the breaking news

as the hunt for a dangerous immigrant

stretches into day 4.

If anyone finds a suspicious girl,

please report

to the Warden's office immediately.

Warden.

Ready for the big day, kiddo?

Um... yes, sir.

We won't be wasting time

in the campaign.

You will report to the Council tomorrow.

One week should give you

a solid head start.

But shouldn't we wait for the voting?

What if I don't get elected?

I might...

Have you been mingling

with the low lives of the Blue District?

Mingling?

Warden, I...

Warden, I... I... I just gawk.

I have friends there.

Good. Gives you an edge of trust!

Talk to your friends

in those shady bars, son.

We have to catch some immigrants

before the elections.

Usually, it's them

who turn into Anomalies.

Yes... sir.

Sorry... what are they talking about?

Probably the w*r against Konthaqga.

You mean the Anomalies?

Whatever you call them.

They've got these weird wings

and horns coming out of their bodies.

Horrible, horrible creatures.

You see... the people these days.

You... um...

You can't please them

by ad hominem attacks anymore.

They want something much worse.

They're bloodthirsty.

So this w*r against these creatures...

these Anomalies, it's...

necessary.

Well, they just sound... horrible.

Don't worry. I don't think it's all true.

Much of this just pays for the party.

You'll learn, son. Till then, just clap.

It exists! See? I told you!

The land of the free!

Poor 242! You still don't get it?

They even admit it.

It's an imaginary propaganda

to keep us in check.

Well, that's what you need to do, 197.

Imagine!

I won't ask you again

to come with me...

but I will promise you one thing.

If I ever meet Lord O' in Konthaqa,

no matter how farfetched it sounds,

I will ask him to bless you.

You will?

I have to.

I hope you change your mind

and we meet again as free souls.

- Let's...

- Come away with me.

Let's get old,

smoking and drinking by this balcony.

We have everything here.

I will send you postcards.

Stop!

It's ill*gal.

I know.

The bag. Put it on and jump.

It's ill*gal to jump without it.

Excuse me?

Who's gonna face charges,

my dead body?

Hey... um...

do you think you could...

suggest a method to jump effectively?

... I just have this biggest fear

of surviving after the fall and...

That's impossible.

We're on the 78th floor.

Hey... um...

Have we met before?

You look kinda familiar...

- We have actually.

- Oh yeah?

I think you were protesting

at the Factory District last week?

Oh, yeah, I was!

Well,

I was trying to cross the road

and I got pushed to the side...

Oh yes! The tumbling man!

I remember you!

Well, I lost balance. It was...

Yeah, well, you just can't stop falling,

can you?

Well... I guess not.

Hey, listen.

Why don't you jump first?

Maybe I'll learn something from you.

Is this some kind

of a sadistic game to you?

- You come and watch people jump...

- No, no, no! No, I'm...

No, I'm dead serious.

Do you have a pen and paper?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, of course.

Here.

So for efficiency,

a straight dive or swan dive

would be the best.

Certainly the most effective.

The heart would continue to beat.

However, that would only spew blood

into your cavity

but only for a few seconds.

In fact, one of the benefits

is you might die

even before your skull shatters

hitting the ground, you know?

Yeah, okay. Great.

Yeah? Okay.

So I put that as option number one.

Then we have option two.

If you are scared of over diving

and crashing into the building...

Yes. Yeah I am.

...then another option is to go

for the old-fashioned belly flop.

So you kind of jump and drop.

It's really efficient in breaking the pelvis.

Okay... What... about the bleeding?

Because I don't...

- I don't know. It's kind of scary.

- It depends on the efficacy of the fall.

If it's a sharp fall with no collisions

on the way down,

you end straight on!

No problem. Instant death.

Perfect.

But if it's a bad fall

where you go off course

or you deviate

or collide with the side of the building,

then several damaged blood vessels

will cause massive internal bleeding.

Gross. Yeah, I don't want that.

Yeah... Bleeding occurring

all over your body,

including your brain.

Um... What about this one?

Oh... the step off?

Well, this is my personal favorite.

- Why?

- Why? Because it's so simple.

You step off.

You step off casually like...

Like you're crossing the road

on a normal day.

- You know?

- Painless.

Oh, I wouldn't say painless

because you do eventually

smash on the floor.

But this one is certainly beautiful.

You don't get disoriented because

you are at your natural equilibrium.

- Right.

- Right?

It's really the view

during the descent!

I mean, if you manage to keep

your form throughout the landing,

it's quite spectacular.

So I... I like this one.

Yeah, I like it too.

- You know what I've heard?

- What?

I just... I've heard that if you have sex

moments before committing suicide

you completely lose the drive to die

for the next 6 hours.

Uh-hm. That sounds...

- Great, right?

- Made up.

Do you believe that?

I don't know.

I mean...

I think it's worth the try.

Schirkoa is an organism,

not a concrete monolith from fiction.

Lord O' has given us

the words to live by:

"To be alike is the way of life."

Remember the golden trio always:

Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.

Yeaaaah! It's true then!

No sh*t!

197A! I have a question for you.

Yeah?

Have you ever seen your face?

No! I mean...

We're not supposed to, right?

Ah... Lord bless you, Mr 197A.

You are charming.

Thank you.

197A!

Intellectuals are lying!

Fake w*r!

Citizens of Schirkoa

Today, we declare... Love it.

We declare w*r on the Anomalies.

Today, we eradicate the scum

camping at our borders.

Citizens, it's time to enlist.

Lord O' has...

- You know they're lying.

- Oh, really?

It's a facade to fool the citizens.

There is no such thing as Anomalies.

Oh, isn't that... good?

I don't know.

It's genius, isn't it?

So why k*ll yourself?

The helpline was busy.

- Oh, okay.

- I couldn't hold on any longer.

Okay, but I mean, like,

what was the trigger?

I met the Intellectuals.

Oh really?

Wow! Whoa! The Intellectuals.

- What do they look like?

- Scary as f*ck.

What about you?

Well...

I met God.

How does he look?

Ugly as f*ck.

That figures.

- Is that your...?

- Suicide note. Yeah.

Yeah. May 1?

Oh yeah! Help yourself. Absolutely.

Have a blast.

What do we have here...?

"I came here to find Lord.

To find longevity."

Maybe you can read it

in your head or something?

- "To find peace..."

- In your head.

- "...safety and a bit of sanity."

- Okay.

"It's surreal

how these... cosmic... colossal..."

Whoa. So you want to die

because you're bored?

- Yeah, can you argue with that?

- Nah, not really.

Okay, well,

then let's have one more shot!

You are not from Schirkoa, are you?

Hey, come... We should dance!

Okay.

Show me your best moves!

k*ll all Anomalies!

k*ll them b*tches!

What if we don't feel like dying

after 6 hours?

Well, actually it's been 8 hours.

- How do you feel?

- Hm... Alive.

- I'm hungry.

- I have noodles.

Yeah?

My apartment is just around here...

somewhere?

- Where is it?

- 197 something... I think...

Oh yeah, that makes sense.

Right here?

- Yeah! This is the one.

- Great.

- Hello?

- What's going on, 197A?

My office has been calling you

since morning!

I... I...

The Intellectuals have summoned you.

Report to the Council immediately.

- Scan the whole area.

- Copy.

Check that room.

What's that?

What the...?

Lord O', bless us all.

Over here.

Come here, quick!

Lord O', bless us all.

Lord O', bless us all. Lord O', bless us...

You idiot. We found your diary.

- You... found...?

- A suicide?

Really?

Nobody gives a damn, kid.

I...

Do you even understand

what that girl means?

You have reported a living Anomaly.

I have reported?

I have reported?

I would never do that...

People are going to love this.

She's definitely suspicious,

but an Anomaly?

A bit farfetched, don't you think?

Maybe we should...

Check this out.

Free her!

b*stards! Fascists!

She is not an Anomaly!

Fascists! Free her!

She's an Anomaly!

k*ll her!

k*ll the Anomaly!

Witch!

Burn the witch!

So... when is the trial?

The trial?

This is w*r!

The only way to leverage this now

is to make an example out of her.

Are those... are those wings real?

You can tell me

if they're a fabrication...

Have you seen

what she has written on your wall?

That is not what you think.

I have to rush now.

We have no time for this.

The Intellectuals are waiting for you.

Let's talk later.

Sure.

As long as the moon is in Scorpio,

This is our situation

Who is knocking at the door?

My heart is trembling

They're knocking

at the door with the anchor,

My heart is trembling

Lord O', bless us all.

Lord O', bless us all.

This isn't happening!

Shut up!

Witch! Witch!

Step back!

Bless us all! Lord O'!

Bless us all!

What...

No...

Is that an Anomaly?

He's coming towards us!

What are you looking at?

k*ll him!

Attention, Schirkoans.

In the light of recent events

at the Lord O' Square,

the area is under complete lockdown.

Complete.

Please report any suspicious item

or person to the Safety.

Hundreds of people have hit

the streets of Schirkoa on Monday

in a series of protests

against the Intellectuals.

We are not the Anomalies.

It is these Council members.

You think we don't know?

They were the ones

who hid an Anomaly in the Council.

We are no f*cking Anomalies!

The Safety personnel shot tear gas

on protestors vandalizing property...

Lord O', bless us all...

Lord O', bless us all...

Are you 242B?

- She hasn't come?

- Oh man.

Not again.

Love is so fragile these days.

I feel for you.

Going to Konthaqa?

We have a seat.

Come on. Hop on.

I couldn't understand till today.

On that very day

to leave that city.

I was given a dry farewell.

- I swear I have seen him somewhere!

- Where?

Is he the one

who burnt the Council?

Sissy Watermelon.

Is that...?

Lord O'. That's Lord O'.

That's not him. He wears a bag.

You have been fooled

by those dumb bag heads.

Lord O' has always been an Anomaly.

A moon will descend upon us.

A beautiful night of errors awaits.

You talking to me, sir?

Tonight, go on that stage.

Climb up and vomit everything out.

He's asking you

to go on stage tonight!

- Why do I have to be on the stage?

- 80 much guilt. So much pain.

You in some kind of pain?

I have done terrible things.

That's it. Just make

a handy ladder of your guilt.

And just climb up that stage.

Blurt out everything

that's jammed inside.

What is jammed inside?

We urge everyone

to get back to their homes

and attend to their families

in these unfortunate events.

All ill*gal gatherings

will be subject to prosecution.

Attention, Schirkoan citizens.

Be watchful of the bag less offenders.

At the sight of an Anomaly,

shout as loud as you can.

Follow the golden trio always:

Safety, Sanity, Sanctity.

Careful.

Where to find...

There he is!

Lord. You smell like fish.

Come on now. Bathe.

Bathe.

That's why I stopped acting.

I mean, it's good and all,

but at the end of the day,

it's just factory work.

A freaking stage sweatshop.

You get a job, you do it right,

you're done.

I mean, what the f*ck, right?

Never really thought of it that way.

I'm pretty bad of an actor anyway.

I think so too.

No idea what Mord saw in you.

You make me puke.

Omit this one.

- Sick.

- Hey, I'm in the bathtub too.

Why is this here again? Cut it out!

Look, 12345A.

What's your name?

I don't think you can perform.

Nothing personal.

First 3! In my van! Now.

So what do you do?

I write! What else.

No puppet show.

Just pure discharge of frustration

on paper.

And how is that working out for you?

If you want to put up the laziest,

dumbest fight against the system,

pick up a pen and paper.

That's how it is working out for me, 99A.

Where did you find this guy?

So why not put up a good fight?

Look at the shitheads.

They don't believe in anything.

What am I supposed to do with them?

Lies, listen to me.

It's gonna work!

They will love him.

Growing tiny horns

doesn't make him a Konthaqan.

Understood?

Amore... My boy!

Your son?

Yeah, his name is Frehmi

and he works at the Gutter Patrol.

Now, Lies! Don't lie to me.

Now be honest.

What do you think?

This might actually work.

So we good? All right. I knew it.

Have you even decided

what you'll be doing here?

I have enough morons

lined up, you know?

Not really.

That's the way to do it!

No wonder you burnt down

those m*therf*ckers at the Council.

Maybe display

a twig of that carnage too.

Finale is not that bad.

I performed last time.

- A decade ago?

- She won.

Yup!

I danced and f*cked.

And got wasted.

I got married by the morning.

Backstage. Twice.

Konthaqa was actually free back then.

Now it's just an image.

We demand equal rights.

We demand equal rights.

We demand equal rights!

We demand equal rights!

No segregation at any cost.

Else no Fashionista

will participate in the Finale!

Whiny kids

- reaching for low hanging fruits.

- What's wrong with equal rights?

Who are they even demanding it from?

This is a blank canvas, for f*ck's sake!

They gotta stop competing,

inhale and rethink their ambition.

Now get out. I need to pee.

Wild and free!

That's what my baby wants from me!

On stage 19! I'm so excited.

We have the performers from Hoax!

Oh and the Fashionistas

from Sissy Watermelon.

That's right. I will be sucking

on those melons all day,

spitting out seeds.

That's right...

Now, there they are,

just arriving on the 20th.

Still 24 more stages to fill up.

Oh my soul...

This is gonna be a long night.

Bring out the razor blades,

bring out the speed,

We gonna have a little party tonight.

That's right.

And it ain't gonna end,

until the fat lady sang,

until the fat lady gets squashed

by a fatter lady...

Oh... ain't that a picture?

This is a new song

for someone special

that I met today

and I ain't telling you who...

They are the people of the myths

They will no longer live in fear

They will rise above

In splendor and in love

They will inherit the earth

And they shall roam free

and be who they are destined to be

Revolution

Take it away

I found the frequency.

Who will decide the winner?

That man.

Can I get a pen and paper?

Come on.

You don't prep for something like this!

It has to be either an eruption

from the cosmos or nothing.

I have to go now.

f*ck off.

Hey...

One last thing. If the audience get

overwhelmed, don't worry about it.

Isn't that like a... good thing?

It is. Yes.

But we are too sensitive.

That's right. Okay?

Sometimes a moment is too perfect...

Like a clitoris in a giant va...

- Mord, I'm already a little...

- Ssh... Lies is on.

One two, one two.

The last time I performed here

I got pregnant backstage.

My boy is 10 now

and you didn't even manage to organize

a single finale in 10 f*cking years!

Congratulations.

Yet here we are talking about

revolting against a monolith regime.

Perhaps I should as well

join their ranks

rather than changing your diapers.

Maybe learn a thing or two

about perfection, huh?

Resistance is fuel for our art.

And one day, m*therf*ckers...

One day, the fuel is gonna run out.

Be careful what you wish for.

The day we win is the day we die.

Lord O' bless us all!

Come on, you dickheads!

That's all you've got,

you stupid f*ck!

Come on!

f*ck off!

Sir, I didn't mean

to conspire or show disdain.

I...

I simply wanted a different life.

This is the truth.

I swear on Lord O',

I have no idea where 197A is.

You are free to go. The Intellectuals

believe you are innocent.

But someone needs

to take responsibility for this mess.

I came here...

to find Lord.

To find longevity.

To find peace. Safety.

And a bit of sanity.

It's surreal

how these colossal cosmic things

are so easily accessible in this land.

You know?

All that I strived for

in my short... mediocre life

is here on a discount.

It's all... on a display.

The longevity is a show-piece

in a novelty store.

Peace is an add-on accessory.

The god is an iron mannequin

boasting a bow-tie.

What simplicity.

What abundance of grand goods

in gentle packets.

And once I made peace

with this perfection...

...my resistance died.

And once I made peace

with this perfection...

...my resistance... died.

And once I made peace

with this perfection...

...my resistance died.

And once I made peace

with this perfection,

my resistance died.

And with that...

my soul.

After all, what would a rebel resist

in a perfect world?

Why would an artist create

in paradise?

Who would a man worship...

if he becomes God...

...albeit flawed?

For this and few more,

I elect to die.

Imperfection is a b*tch,

but perfection... is a monster.

Lord O', bless us all.

You stole my right.

There is nothing

to rebel against anymore.

To hell with your Lord!

Lord O', bless you all.

Right.

Right?

Right...? Right?!

But for what?

Rose on a wall

City supine in its gait

Feeling alone

A gap on the moon

Your semblance inscribed

On the vastness above

Ushered by the wind

Fear of cold's grip

A turning away

Tell me you love me.

I... love... you.

The revolution...

has a voice, people.

We have Lord O' with us today!

- Golden season

- You son of a glitch.

Borrowed fate

Bidding farewell

Farewell

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Tell me you love me,

my goddess.

I love you.

Tell me you love me,

my goddess.

I love you.

That... That moon?

Did you see that?

Which land's poet

carries gunpowder?

On which land

do the verses explode?

Which land's fragrance

is venomous?

Which land's stole

is woven wrong?

Which land's bride

has glum eyes?

Which land's melody

sounds like g*nshots?

Which land's ruckus

exudes emptiness?

On which land

does a biped limp?

We believe, after all these years

of this brutal w*r,

it's time to take a step back

and reorient ourselves.

As a civilized elder,

Schirkoa offers peace.

Schirkoa offers generosity.

Schirkoa offers parley.

And make no mistake.

While our doors remain open

to diplomacy,

we will take all measures

to ensure security and safety

of the Schirkoan citizens.

- Hey, Miss 242B?

- It's for me?

We will be restarting

all suspended activities

and in short,

there will be no shortage of supplies.

There is absolutely

no reason to panic.

Thank you.

Tell me you love me.

Hi, hello. Tell me you love me.

Hi. Please tell me you love me.

Here. Over here. I'm here.

Love has you, my child.

Let me know when you've had enough.

I'll take over.

Can I get a bit more wine?

Take it all, my goddess!

You deserve it.

The Intellectuals have blinked first!

Hello kid.

No! No.

Get the m*therf*cker. Get him!

k*ll him!

It's okay.

He is lost.

You should use more leaves.

Don't boil it like a moron.

Frehmi! Enough!

You lost, old man.

Has nobody told you that?

- And what business brings you here?

- He's an assassin!

Warden.

Mr 197A.

Forget vengeance.

Is there anything else you need?

- What the f*ck?

- Then just k*ll me, my goddess.

Perfect!

Shall I order a public execution,

old friend?

With your hands all tied up

under the sun?

Tortured?

Or you prefer getting burnt?

- Ring a bell?

- What do you mean?

Getting too old

to remember your sins, I suppose?

Have you really forgotten that girl?

- What's going on?

- What girl?

He's dangerous.

Let's k*ll him already.

The... the Anomaly you k*lled

at the Lord O' Square?

Oh! That girl.

Come on, don't bend the narrative.

- We never k*lled her.

- What?

We only clipped her wings

as a warning.

She was exiled. Like me.

Exiled?

You didn't k*ll her?

What's the point in doing that?

She was worthless.

We are not savages anyway.

So, Baldie...

How would you like to die then?

Drown me in a bathtub?

You're a funny old man.

- Frehmi!

- Nah, no more tea for the...

You f*cking b*tch!

Where was 33F exiled again?

The pilgrimage.

You hear that?

Uprising.

They still want

to take over Schirkoa.

Isn't it all over already?

Look! They just want freedom.

They don't know what they would do

with it afterwards.

I am sure they will want

freedom from freedom later.

Lies.

I guess it's time to take that boat.

Can't you wait a bit more,

my goddess?

Your disappearance

is too big of a scandal to handle.

Maybe one last speech and then

you can happily flush yourself to that...

...the pilgrimage, right?

Pilgrimage!

- Will you be all right?

- What the f*ck?

I mean, with all this

rekindled uprising and all.

Ah! Don't worry about it.

It's a routine.

Happens every decade or so.

Political menstruation, I tell you.

Nothing more.

With you I was hoping

to reach a menopause, though.

Lies.

No matter what we do...

...it's going to be

the same thing all over again.

And you really had to say that?

Take care, my goddess.

That was a fine show.

Mord would have been proud.

Someday you gotta teach me

how to fall like that.

So... a fish helped you out?

Yeah. Gave me her boat.

I'm surprised you found your way here.

This is really far.

So this is the actual Lord O'?

People love to see their own reflection

in the O and I don't blame them.

So? What brings you to Heghov?

Do you remember that night?

Of course I do. You taught me

the most important lesson of my life.

What was that?

That if you have sex moments

before committing a suicide

you lose the drive to die

for the rest of your life.

It's hard to forget about that night.

It's funny. I have seen everything

there is to be seen in this world,

and yet a simple scooter ride...

About that day in Schirkoa.

I... I didn't tell them, you know.

I didn't even know

they were gonna burn...

I'm at peace with this.

You should lay your guilt to rest.

We were both very naive back then.

You know, being exiled actually

turned out to be quite a blessing for me.

You mentioned you met Lord O'

the night we met.

Yes.

Were you serious?

Of course I was.

You don't believe he's still alive,

do you?

Of course he's alive.

He just doesn't like this realm.

Which realm did he leave us for?

While our doors remain open

to diplomacy, we...

we will take all measures

to ensure the security and safety

of the Schirkoan citizens.

We will be restarting

all suspended activities

and be ensured

there will be no shortage of supplies.

There's absolutely no reason to panic.

Peace and prosperity

are just around the corner.

Sir? Would you like

to buy a magazine?

What's your name?

Baghead zero.

No titles?

Back in my time

there were no titles, sir.

Are you God?

Would you like to come upstairs?

- Beautiful day.

- Yeah. You seem less anxious.

Who else was here?

There was this young girl,

many years ago.

Wanted to end her life

after seeing me.

Yeah, I know.

You have kids?

No. You've got a few, right?

Two grandsons now.

Lovely little stress ba*ls.

My head hurts.

Anomalies are reversing.

I took you for a Baghead god.

Not an Anomaly god?

Yeah, that too.

It's all higgledy-piggledy, isn't it?

Why Schirkoa?

To each his own, I guess.

It's okay. Take your time.

Perhaps you want to know my age?

Why are you living like this?

In hiding?

Why are you not out there...

saving the world?

Mr 197A,

in case you were wondering,

there were no Anomalies

before the bags.

Suppression is bad enough,

but with hope, it's endurable.

Because if you are tormented

by suppression,

you can still fight back.

But if you are haunted

by your freedom...

then... it's a calamity.