Through dusty windows neon light
A sea of dust and sand and stone outside
It's somewhat lonely out here miss
But my grampa had a jukebox just like this
See Childress sitting drinking
Thinking
Sinking
Here comes Marvell, head full of questions
What brings you to this forsaken place?
I'm looking for a woman
Not sure, whether this is the right place.
Not just any woman, Ava Kessler
Never heard
You should know about the search warrant,
The murder thing
Oh, has she been killed?
No, but you people think I killed her
Hm. Shame. and what makes you think she's out here?
In the past we had a darknet, she and I and a few friends,
She left a texto there with the coordinates of this gas station
Well, she ain't here, is she?
Maybe she's hidden
Where would you hide?
There's nothing here! Just a bar and a gas station.
Check behind the counter if you want.
It's as empty there as everywhere else;
The city is huge more likely.
She's hidden there, some place;
Besides, if you like this woman and she hides
Why would you want to find her?
Aren't you a bit of a creep?
I think she's in danger
Easy to think so
She lived a rather risky lifestyle; why am I telling you this?
Maybe you see that it's pointless looking for her
And now you just want to get rid of it all,
Maybe it's just that I'm police
And suspects like to confess in my presence
Maybe;I fear for her life;
But now her father told me she's been evacuated
Oh, that with the evacuations and the high city, well,
This is a varnish, these are words meaning other words
What does that mean?
See, the problem is not the good or the bad life.
The problem is life itself
What are you on about?
We kill them
What the fuck?
See, it's a mercy; they do not have to witness
Human downfall all to the bottom;
You earn points and an algorithm selects you and then you die;
Painlessly by the way
You are crazy!
I don't decide anything;
Everyone chooses to earn points by himself
But you kill them!
I don't; it's all machines, really
But you lie to them, you say, see here is evacuation,
But in reality there is death
Semantic mercy; see I don't control anything.
I am weak, too
And who is in control?
Absence; you see absence works like a command line,
You can't see it yet.
It controls you, your thoughts, your movements
Why would you tell me that?
Why would you give me this information?
Are you the suspect? Now are you confessing!
Well, what does it matter? What does it do,
This information?
I can tell everyone!
Well, do so, see what happens,
See for yourself; it is of no importance
Why do you say that?
Because information is blank and silent and helpless
So is an embryo yet, a human being grows out of it