As we rise upward from Paris, and the city gets smaller until all of its features are tiny and unrecognizable on the surface Earth, the music fades out completely and we find ourselves in the a featureless blackness that coull be the void of outer space.
We hear a voice in slow lucid French that we will later recognize as MICHEL FOUCAULT.
(subtitles)
"In the beginning, there was God
...and God created Man."
(pause)
"Then there was MAN
...and man created God."
(another pause)
"But I am here to tell you
...that MAN...does not exist."
END OF ACT ONE
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