_The Council Room of the Futurist Sages, decorated in brilliant colors to suggest a battle of the minds at some far future date. The Sages are seated about the walls in a parabolic curve. They are costumed with appropriate inappropriateness. Green ears is in present day evening dress; Purple hair in fiery green robes; Blue face in a pink business suit; Yellow hat in a conventional futurist costume of mingled colors; Red sword in a black monk’s gown, with a sword in his rope girdle; White heart, who is young, in football armor._ BLUE FACE. Shall we give the woman a chance to defend herself? GREEN EARS. Why should we? If her defense is good, we shall be prejudiced against her. And as we admit the rule of prejudice, the defense will lose its judicial character. RED SWORD. Judicial? Who wants to be judicial? I abolished that word last year. GREEN EARS. That’s just the point. We hate the judicial; therefore if the defense loses its judicial character we may be forced to decide both ways at the same time. Acquit on the ground of illogical defense; convict on the grounds of prejudice against good defense. PURPLE HAIR. Red sword has abolished judicial. Well, we have also abolished the past; we have abolished all abolishments! YELLOW HAT. Above all, we must guard against precedent. Let us look up all previous trials, and take care to do the opposite. WHITE HEART. But again, that would entangle us in the past. I want to see the woman! RED SWORD. He wants to see the woman! He is a reactionary! PURPLE HAIR. Do not argue, brothers. For if we argue, we shall either settle the case by logic, which we repudiate, or by violence, so that we shall kill each other before we have a chance to decide about the woman. RED SWORD. Time server! I shall kill you all, and decide for myself. BLUE FACE. Red cabbages, redness of blue cabbages, when breakfast is no cabbage in a potato. Cocoa crinkles! YELLOW HAT. He is right, brothers. ALL. He is right. BLUE FACE. We, who have exalted ourselves above all modes of thought, we who have cast aside all images and unfettered ourselves from all language and all sequence, we who have repudiated humanity; we have a right to fight a lower order with its own weapons. Caprice is our god; let us then have a caprice to judge this woman with logic and judicial procedure. Have you all this caprice? ALL. We have. RED SWORD. I object: This is democracy. GREEN EARS. We accept your objection, and act in opposition to it. BLUE FACE. Then let the woman be brought in. (_White Heart goes out right and brings in the woman. She is tall, of beautiful face and figure, in a simple white Greek tunic. In her hair is a gold fillet. She is led to the center, where she is left standing, as White Heart resumes his seat._) BLUE FACE. Deliver the charge, Red sword!