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		<title>Terminus</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Terminus, a humorous sketch from the collection ‘Ethan and Eve’ by Jean-Pierre Martinez.</p>
<p>L’article <a href="https://sketchotheque.net/en/terminus-2/">Terminus</a> est apparu en premier sur <a href="https://sketchotheque.net/en/accueil-english">La Sketchothèque</a>.</p>
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<p><em>Ethan and Eve.</em><br><strong>Ethan</strong> – This is it.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – We&#8217;re the last ones.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – The last evening of the last day.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – How much time do we have left?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – About an hour of electricity.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Then the air conditioning will stop.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We&#8217;ll die from the heat.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – We&#8217;re already dying from the heat, aren&#8217;t we?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – But now, we&#8217;ll really die…<br><strong>Eve</strong> – I&#8217;m thirsty. Is there anything left to drink?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – There&#8217;s one apple left.<br><em>She takes the apple and offers it to him.</em><br><strong>Eve</strong> – Shall we share?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – I&#8217;ll give in to temptation…<br><em>She cuts the apple in half, and they each eat their portion in silence.</em><br><strong>Eve</strong> – Our last meal. Just the two of us.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – The last apple, from the last tree. Before the garden is consumed by the flames of hell.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – We&#8217;ll savour the taste for a few minutes. And for a moment longer, the memory of this last apple, shared between you and me.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Until even the idea of the apple, and temptation itself, vanishes with us.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And after?<br>Ethan – After?<br><strong>Eve</strong> – There won&#8217;t be an after…<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – There&#8217;ll be an after, somewhere, but without us.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – So, it&#8217;s like dying. We&#8217;re not the first.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – No. We&#8217;re the last.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – The last to live.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – The last to die.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And humanity dies with us.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – And after?<br><strong>Eve</strong> – There won&#8217;t even be a &#8220;before.&#8221;<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – No memories.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – No witnesses.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – No past, no future.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Only the present.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – The world will go on without us, unthinking.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – The planets will keep turning.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – This isn&#8217;t the end of the world.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Just the end of a story. Our story.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – A story that went wrong. That started well but ended badly.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – When a story ends well, it&#8217;s because another one begins.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Ours will be the last story.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – There&#8217;s nothing left to tell.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – And no one left to tell it to.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Who will be the last?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – The last?<br><strong>Eve</strong> – The last to stay. The last to go. You? Me?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Someone has to be last. The other will follow.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – We were happy. We were sad.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – All that&#8217;s left is a fragmented past.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And an hour left.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – If the air conditioning holds.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And after?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – After…<br><strong>Eve</strong> – After us, the flood.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – And no ark to save us or repopulate the world. After.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – If there even is an after.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We could leave a message.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – The word “end.”<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – A letter.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – The letter Z.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – A testament.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – But we&#8217;re the last, with no heirs.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – With us dies the line of men.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And of women.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We have nothing to pass on, not even life itself.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Not even a world to be dead in.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – A testament for humanity, then. For another humanity to come.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – What would we say? That we didn&#8217;t know how to stay alive?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We have fifteen minutes left. Maybe less.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – What could we possibly do?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Talking is pointless.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Thinking won&#8217;t help.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – It&#8217;s so hot.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – What&#8217;s left for us to do?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Love? One last time…<br><strong>Eve</strong> – It&#8217;s so hot. I don&#8217;t even remember your name.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Ethan. And yours?<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Eve.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – It had to be us…<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Yes.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – So?<br><strong>Eve</strong> – I don&#8217;t know. I no longer know. Why?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We could have loved. Gotten married. Had a child.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – We can still have a child.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Yes.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – But it wouldn&#8217;t make sense.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – I wasn&#8217;t talking about having a child. Only about…<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Sorry… It&#8217;s a principle. Never on the last night.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Principles are all we have left of being human.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – To avoid becoming animals.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Before we stop being human altogether.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And begin to be things.<br><em>Ethan and Eve prepare to leave.</em><br><strong>Ethan</strong> – After you.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Thank you.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – We&#8217;ll leave this island and descend into the depths of the sea.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Or the sea will rise and swallow us.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Before we slowly ascend, step by step, to the surface.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – When an eternity has passed.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Step by step, we&#8217;ll leave the kingdom of shadows.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – And emerge once more from the abyss to rise into the light.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Having forgotten everything.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – One world disappears.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Another will be born.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Will it be better than this one?<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – Wherever we are, I&#8217;ll be there for you.<br><strong>Eve</strong> – Whoever we are, we&#8217;ll at least be two.<br><strong>Ethan</strong> – To begin…<br><strong><em>Blackout</em></strong>.</p>
<p>L’article <a href="https://sketchotheque.net/en/terminus-2/">Terminus</a> est apparu en premier sur <a href="https://sketchotheque.net/en/accueil-english">La Sketchothèque</a>.</p>
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