Underworld


THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I shuddered as the strange and disturbing creature clambered down the well and disappeared from sight. Could this Thing be human?

THE TRAVELLER:

Weena, what are those creatures?

WEENA:

Morlocks! They are from the Underworld.

THE TRAVELLER:

‘Underworld’…?

WEENA:

Yes, they live deep under the earth.

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

From the depths came a thudding sound like the beating of a mighty engine. These wells were entrances to an artificial Underworld! My thoughts slipped into new adjustment: mankind had evolved to become two distinct species; the “Eloi”, graceful Upperworld people and these bleached subterranean creatures. The earth beneath must be a vast labyrinth of tunnels where the “Morlocks” lived and toiled to maintain the machines that served those on the surface.

As I leaned over the edge of the well again and a look of horror appeared on Weena’s face.

WEENA:

No! No! You must not go down there!

THE TRAVELLER:

Weena, I have to go. I must try and find my machine.

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I felt assured that the Time Machine was only to be recovered by boldly penetrating these underground mysteries.

WEENA:

No! You must stay in the sunlight — out of the darkness!

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

Weena pulled at me with her little hands, but I hastily shook her off and climbed inside.

WEENA:

Nooooo!

THE TRAVELLER:

Goodbye, little Weena.

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

At perhaps two hundred yards down I lost my footing, nearly falling, and hung suspended from the sheer wall by one hand. Fatigued and my arms aching, I continued my descent. Glancing upwards I saw a small blue disk, in which Weena was a tiny silhouette.

At last I came to a narrow opening and swung across into a dark, cramped tunnel.

THE MORLOCKS:

Closer. Closer. Come closer. [FX: quiet, sinister, whispering and murmuring]

THE TRAVELLER:

Hullo. Is anybody there…? [FX: his voice echos in the darkness]

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I struck a match to see three stooping white creatures flee into the dark gutters and tunnels.

THE TRAVELLER:

Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

The air was heavy with the stench of grease and oil and another, peculiar, unpleasant odour. I crawled on through the filth and grime. Presently the walls gave way to a void. Striking another match revealed an immense space stretching into utter darkness. Huge machines loomed, casting grotesque black shadows, and in those shadows were the crouching forms of Morlocks…

Oooo, who is this far from home A brother lost and alone Into the unknown he roams To atone for seeds he’s sewn Amidst old stones and dry bones In the place that lies beneath THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

Further ahead, I discerned a white metal table, laid with what seemed a meal — the carcass of some large animal. The Morlocks at any rate were carnivorous! The match burnt down; stung my fingers, and fell, an orange glow in the blackness.

[FX: Sound of Morlocks whispering and chuckling as they close in and surround the Traveller]

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I could hear slow, purposeful movement. Lank fingers touched my face, I shouted, but the obscene creatures were on me. Striking my last match, I glimpsed their pallid, chinless faces and lidless pink eyes, as they stared about blindly.

THE MORLOCKS:

Come closer!

THE TRAVELLER:

No keep back. Keep back I say.

The communion you seek Lies in the corroded dreams Of the free and wealthy Their greed is the disease That feeds all this poverty Let us show you the lies beneath

Come closer!

Here walls drip with the decay Of the same insane mistakes That perfection’s shadows made Us slaves for all our days Our wasted lives so degrade This is what lies beneath What use is your perfect sight? In the kingdom of the blind Where is your wrong or right? There are no answers why Only the lies that divide Here where we lie beneath A black sun will rise and power will fill the void Are we not men! The one true god is the power that will fill the void Are we not men! Are we not men!! We were once men. Pity us! We were once men… THE MORLOCKS:

We are the forgotten! Were we not… once… men…!? [screaming insanely]

THE TRAVELLER:

You are not men! You are monsters!

THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I hastily retreated back to the narrow tunnel and crawled back to the well shaft. Suddenly my feet were grasped from behind and I was tugged backwards.

But I had my hand on the ladder, and kicked back violently to escape. The climb seemed interminable but at last I reached the surface and fell to the ground in the blinding sunlight.

THE MORLOCKS:

Were we… once… men…? [whispers echoing from the depths of the well]

Side: 3 Track: 1 Duration: 12.00 Mood: Dark, intense, errie. Status: Not complete. Notes: