Forty days quickly passed and Mark hastily left the world of mortals, the dominion of flesh and bone, the dread, the darkness. Whilst doing so he longs for his Europe lost. "I uphold the world, I raise my fists, I fight for you, I long for you, God's tears Europa." His words are like sonic projectiles, punching voice into space, hurtling him towards his destiny.

As he leaves Earth he encounters the stratosphere, that space in which Earth is encircled by satellites transmitting commerce, weather, radar, military and entertainment data. Upon entering this dense cluster of information, Mark finds himself caught, snared much like a fish. He's then met formally by the SUITS.

The SUITS, in rich black drop coats and capes cast an imposing presence. They're curiously elegant and seductive.

"Die Like a Tourist", they snarl. They're not about to let him go. As Mark fights to free himself, the SUITS make it clear to him that he's not yet separate from that which sustained life on Earth, that his journey is far from over. He's to be recycled!

Struggling to free himself, Mark screams, "There's no freedom, no freiheit, no choice!"

Mark is bound to duty, to inhabit only a fraction of barely livable space in the global economy from which he must fuel, along with everyone else, the expansion of commerce, of power, of capital.

MARK FEDOTYCH
The medium was the message, but the message is a lie.

SUITS
Shut your cryin' eyes!

And then he knew nothing more of what was happening to him, everything disappeared and so did he.

MARK FEDOTYCH and SUITS
(Slowly at first, the words uttered as if being punched through space)
I uphold the world
I raise my fists
I turn the key
I fight for you I die for you I long for you
God's tears Europa

Take the weight, the weight
I know no pain
I take the pain
you open the doors
fill our streets with glassy eyes with glassy hearts
looks as though they're here to stay
I take the weight
hose me down I shine for you
God's tears Europa

(Tempo is now constant and sung with SUITS)

I uphold the world
I raise my fists
I turn the key
I fight for you
I die for you I long for you
God's tears Europa

Still the pain I face the world
Know me know me know me know me
Forget me not forsake me not
carve me out I stand by you
carve me up I die for you
would I leave God's tears will fall, Europa!

(Soundscape - click-clack sample, market place mixed with zoo sounds, stock market, auctioneers.)

(Soundscape of destruction, death, famine, global communication, "the want for America" - cultural genocide, etc. A single bell is ringing.)

SUITS
You come like a tourist
Your mama said you would
crawl like broken clockwork
ring em bells loud and true

You've got blistered nipples so colour
so tortured by the sun
Your mama's doin time
while we load our special guns

Feet been walking charcoal
Easter Island ruby red
Lips a grand canyon
Chicka-back she goes that gun

Children be smilin and dreadful
clothes a rippin yarn
We're selling lava pumice to stone washing jeans

Come die like a tourist
You're eyes no goin where
wearin thin them shutterin tumblers
tumblin to yer grave

I feel your arms grippin vicely
hands straining me goose flesh
no fiction no hidin no shirkin feeble hearted
like your mama said you would like your mama said you would

Stonehenge casts a shadow
pilgrims rock the cradle
lonely planet she's a screamin as fires burn in Boche's hell

Come Die like a tourist
Your life no goin where
crawl like broken clockwork Like your mama said you would
All your mamas said you would
Like your mama said you would
All your mamas said Chicka-back!