TV series: The Fall of the House of Usher

- I... You're just a miracle! Your body just absorbs it. I've never seen anything like this before. My Ligadon is like water, and you are a flower. You are the most perfect and beautiful creature in the whole world. And a significant part of you is Ligadon. How could I not get married?

Three years? OK. I can stand it for three years. Because yes, I have had a hard life. From time to time. I made mistakes that attracted you. But it made me so fucking strong. And I’d rather live three years in hell than spend my whole life with you. Easily!

And all these stupid people, Roderick... If you don’t want Ligadon, don’t buy it. If you don't want to get hooked, don't lean on it. They are angry that we made it available and desirable. You idiots, this is our job! These people... First they want a cheap lunch in five minutes, and then they whine that it's made of crap and plastic. McDonald's would only serve coleslaw if people ate it. It's there, but people don't buy it. We'll do research on AIDS, diabetes and heart disease, but first we'll figure out how to make old penises stand five minutes longer. What is the market share of sluggish members, Roderick? Sixty, seventy percent of the market belongs to the pharmaceutical industry? That year the Pentagon spent eighty-three million on Viagra. Meanwhile, the fucking Supreme Court is doing its thing: overturning women's constitutional right to abortion, taking away not only their choice, but their future, their potential. We turn men into inseminators, and women into factories producing what? - poor labor force. Which one will spend what? - the little that earns for consumption. And what desires do we inspire in them? - at home, which they cannot afford. Cars that poison the air. Disposable plastic. Clothes made by hungry children in third world countries. And they want it all so badly that they beg, scream, insist. And the problem... is us? These stupid monsters, these money-grubbers, these greedy mouths. They blame you and me for everything. They themselves invented us. They always needed us. So you and I have nothing to embarrass, brother. It's time to pay. So let’s not hide in the basement as if we have something to be ashamed of. No. Not for us. You and me against the world. Let death itself appear! If she wants damn Madeleine Usher, she should look me in the eye first.

Give it up. Treasures, what is this anyway? Gold is just an incoming metal, nothing special. Even money is already just ones and zeros. This is a lie that everyone agrees with. We have built a life, a privileged life, out of nothing but dirt, trauma, empty pockets and broken hearts. We did it. And we did important things. Would we behave differently if we believed that woman was real? This is the only question left.

Goodbye Roderick. I'm going home. To my husband, to my children, to their children. I'm the richest man in the world, do you know?

- Fair. Thank you. It was nice to chat.

I admired you so much! Transglobal expedition, world travel... What a show! How much money! This is what I always liked about people: hunger, poverty, disease - all this can be corrected. With the help of money. But you don't want to. If only you could take a little break from vanity travel, leisure cruises, and the billionaire space race. If you stopped making movies and TV series for just a year and spent this money on real needs, you would solve everything, and there would still be left...

What

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- Your baby is crying.

- And me - yes. But they are no longer there. When you see three coffins being lowered into the ground, and two more on the way, you are in despair. You start to think that life is so fucking short.

- Oh! The fetus has long since gone to college.

Ten seconds - and you would have saved everyone.

Dementia is such a beast. Or maybe I know what's going on? It's crazy though. But if this madness is true, I know how to stop it. Do you think I'm weak?