HALLEMEIER. (_Crosses to window_) We’ve barricaded the passages and the stairs. (_Going to window_) God, what swarms of them. I don’t like the looks of them, Domin. There’s a feeling of death about it all. Any water here? FABRY. Ready! DR. GALL. (_Turning round in the chair_) What’s that wire for, Fabry? FABRY. The electrical installation. Now we can run the current all along the garden railing. (_Up to window_) Whenever we like. If anyone touches it he’ll know it. We’ve still got some _people_ there anyhow. DR. GALL. Where? FABRY. In the electrical works. At least, I hope so. (_Goes to lamp on table L.C. and turns on lamp_) Ah, they’re there, and they’re working. As long as that’ll burn we’re all right. (_To window._) HALLEMEIER. The barricades are _all right_, too, Fabry. FABRY. _Your_ barricades! I can put twelve hundred volts into that railing. (_HELENA is playing Rachmaninoff’s Elegie off L.1._) DOMIN. Where’s Busman? (_DOMIN has left window and is walking up and down stage across front._) FABRY. Downstairs in the office. He’s working out some calculations. DOMIN. I’ve called him. We must have a conference. (_Crosses to L._) ALQUIST. Thank God Madame Helena can still play. (_HALLEMEIER crosses to L.1 door, opens it slightly and listens to music. Enter BUSMAN L.2._) FABRY. Look out, Bus--look out for the wires. DR. GALL. What’s that you’re carrying? BUSMAN. (_Laying the books on the table L.C._) The ledger, my boy. I’d like to wind up the accounts before--before-- (_DOMIN crosses up to window._) Well, this time I shan’t wait till the New Year to strike a balance. What’s up? (_Goes to window_) Absolutely quiet. DR. GALL. Can’t you see anything? BUSMAN. Nothing but blue--blue everywhere. DR. GALL. That’s the Robots. DOMIN. The Robots are unloading _firearms_ from the _Amelia_. BUSMAN. Well, what of it? How can I _stop_ them? (_Returns to L.C. table, sits and opens ledger._) DOMIN. We can’t stop them. BUSMAN. Then let me go on with my accounts. (_Goes on with his work._) DOMIN. (_Picks up telescope_) Good God! The _Ultimus_ has trained her guns on us. DR. GALL. Who’s _done that_? DOMIN. The Robots on board. FABRY. H’m, then of course-- (_Pause_) Then--then that’s the end of us. (_To R. corner of desk._) DR. GALL. You mean? FABRY. The Robots are practised marksmen. DOMIN. Yes. It’s inevitable. (_Pause._) DR. GALL. (_Swinging around; looking into room. Pause_) That was criminal of old Europe to teach the Robots to fight. Damn them. Couldn’t they have given us a rest with their politics? It was a crime to make soldiers of them. ALQUIST. It was a crime to make Robots. DOMIN. (_Quietly. Down C._) No, Alquist, I don’t regret that even today. ALQUIST. Not even today? DOMIN. (_Dreamily_) Not even today, the last day of civilization. It was a colossal achievement. BUSMAN. (_Sotto voce_) Three hundred sixty million.