"—it is a plan of the 2000-year-old catacombs

"Get your women, your sons, from the workers' city! Let no one stay behind! Death to the machines—!!!"

deep below the lowest level of your Metropolis…"

Your marvelous city, father— and you the city's brain—

"Apply to the G-Bank for your remaining wages—"

"Do you know that your son is among the workers?"

"And where are the people, Father, whose hands built your city?"

"Come! It is time to give the Machine-Man your face!"

"The woman is m i n e , Joh Fredersen! The son of Hel was yours!"

I put on this disguise to escape from the Thin Man… But for ten days your father's spy