THE END

Five years, we figured. We were wrong. We were told it was special: no termination date. We didn’t know how long we had together. Who does?

After years of fundraising to complete our R&D, our journey in developing new technologies for the film industry, must come to an end.

You’ll never make our money back, you know? They told us.
They said to us, Bernie, they’ll never make our money back.
Come on, you apes! You wanna live forever?

What have we been doing? Looking for a needle in a haystack.
The horror. The horror…

It’s been a pleasure and a privilege to service the industry and we are immensely grateful for the support we have received.

Two more months. Two more months.
But, a man’s got to know his limitations.
They didn’t know what they had here.
Well, we know what we have here.

A 100% safe alternative to real firearms on set. Ready to go. Out of the box. A world’s first.

And you know something, Utivich? I think this just might be our masterpiece.
It belongs in a museum.

Permits? Where we were going we didn’t need permits.

Five years, I’ve thought of nothing except this. But I never got it. I never let it in.

After careful consideration, we’ve decided not to endorse the park.

We were cured, all right.

And that’s the hardest part.
Today, everything is different. There’s no action.
I have to wait around like everyone else. Can’t even get decent food.
I do wish I could chat longer, but I’m having an old friend for dinner.

No matter what they do to build this industry back up again …for the rest of time … it would be like nobody even knew we was ever here.

The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it, for the first time, with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, an industry, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.

I find I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.

I never had any friends like the ones I had when we were building this. Jesus, does anyone?

This is Karpantschof, last survivor of
Copenhagen Industries.
Signing off.
Come on, cats.