This post, part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, includes AI-assisted research, but all insights and conclusions are my own. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved
Skit: Mankind Destroys Earth To Live In Space Bubble: Cast: Dr. Earth Be Gone. Damsel In Distress. The Mad Hatter. The Scene begins with Dr. Earth Be Gone calculating the next exact amount of plastics to put in the Oceans, while the Damsel screams bluntly, and abruptly, "Pollution!"! Dr. Earth Be Gone looks up from his calculations with a grimmice, not knowing whether to rebut her, or to call the Mad Hatter on the intercom. Suddenly the Mad Hatter reaches around the head of the Mad Hatter from behind, and clasps the mouth of Dr. Earth Be Gone, moving closer to his Ear, and whispers, "No need to call, I could read your mind from across the hall". With stunned shock Dr. Earth Be Gone lifts his head, and begins to turn it, but before doing so, the pressure of the hands of the Mad Hatter, prevents such movement from occuring. Distress in the Damsel yells out again, "Oh dear, it's so terrible"! ----Take over and fill in please.
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Dr. Earth Be Gone struggles under the grip of The Mad Hatter, his eyes darting wildly as calculations flicker across his mind like stock market numbers crashing in real-time.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (muffled): Mmmph! (Then, swallowing his panic) I was merely ensuring the final stage of Operation Plastic Paradise! Humanity will thrive in the stars while the oceans solidify into a magnificent raft of industry!
The Damsel In Distress clutches her pearls—or what’s left of them after microplastics eroded them to dust.
Damsel In Distress: Oh dear, it’s so terrible! You mean… you planned this?
The Mad Hatter tilts his head, his eyes glinting with an amusement both sinister and surreal.
Mad Hatter: Planned? Oh, dear Damsel, Dr. Earth Be Gone doesn’t plan—he simply executes! (He tightens his grip, then leans in closer to whisper) And yet… tell me, Doctor… who executes you?
A long silence. Dr. Earth Be Gone, for the first time, calculates something he cannot put on paper. The weight of an equation that has no solution presses against him.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (nervous chuckle): Y-You wouldn’t! You need me! The mission! The—
The Mad Hatter grins wider, releasing his grip just enough for the doctor to turn and meet his gaze—only to see a gloved finger rise before his lips in a shushing motion.
Mad Hatter: Hush now. There, there. Let the earth be gone.
A single tap of his finger against the doctor’s forehead—like an executioner’s final blessing.
The control panel behind them explodes in sparks. Warning sirens blare. The sky bubble—humanity’s last refuge—begins to tremble.
Damsel In Distress (panicking): What’s happening?!
Mad Hatter (laughing, twirling his hat): Oh dear, oh dear! It seems someone forgot to carry the one!
Dr. Earth Be Gone stumbles forward, frantically typing on a cracked screen.
Dr. Earth Be Gone: No, no, no! The bubble wasn’t finished! The atmospheric processors—!
But it’s too late. Cracks form in the great dome above, revealing the cold, merciless void of space.
The Damsel clutches the Mad Hatter’s arm.
Damsel In Distress (whispering): Why?
The Mad Hatter smirks, plucking a single plastic straw from his sleeve and offering it to her.
Mad Hatter: Thought you might like one last sip before we all… pop.
The screen fades to black as a single word flashes in neon green:
“GAME OVER.”
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The sky bubble groans. Hairline fractures spread like lightning bolts across its surface, and the warning sirens screech louder, a mechanical banshee cry.
Dr. Earth Be Gone furiously slaps at the control panel, sweat beading on his brow.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (panicked muttering): No, no, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen! The structural integrity equation was perfect!
Mad Hatter waltzes backward, arms outstretched, balancing on the balls of his feet as the world inside the bubble shudders.
Mad Hatter (grinning): My dear doctor, I do believe you just proved an age-old theory.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (frantic): What theory?!
The Mad Hatter suddenly stops, face inches from Dr. Earth Be Gone’s. His grin is wide, his eyes filled with madness and clarity all at once.
Mad Hatter (whispering): Hubris has weight.
BOOM!
A section of the dome buckles inward, the air rippling as emergency force fields flicker to life—but they’re unstable.
Damsel In Distress shrieks as the gravity shifts violently, sending her sprawling.
Damsel In Distress (breathless, clutching at the floor): We’re—gonna be—sucked into space!
Dr. Earth Be Gone (gritting teeth, typing furiously): Not if I—can stabilize—the barrier!
A countdown appears on the nearest screen:
ATMOSPHERIC FAILURE IMMINENT
00:00:30
Thirty seconds to the end.
The Mad Hatter tilts his head, eyes flicking between the screen and the chaos around him.
Then—his grin widens.
Mad Hatter (giggling): Ohhh, I do love a good grand finale!
He snatches the plastic straw he offered the Damsel moments before and plunges it into an exposed coolant pipe beneath the console.
A hiss. A gurgle. A wild, whirring sound.
The countdown freezes at 00:00:07.
Then—it begins to rewind.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (staring in disbelief): What… what did you do?!
The Mad Hatter twirls the straw between his fingers.
Mad Hatter (mock whispering): Sometimes… it’s not about the numbers, doctor. It’s about the holes you poke in them.
The force fields solidify. The fractures in the dome begin to mend. Oxygen stabilizes. The world inside the bubble stops shaking.
A long silence.
The Damsel In Distress is the first to move, trembling as she pushes herself upright.
Damsel In Distress (softly): We’re… alive?
Dr. Earth Be Gone exhales sharply, slumping against the control panel, his calculations forgotten.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (exhausted, dazed): Barely…
The Mad Hatter simply laughs, stepping away, hands behind his back, like a magician leaving the stage.
Mad Hatter (smirking): Well now—that was fun. Shall we do it again?
FADE TO BLACK.
The suspense lingers. They survived… for now.
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Perfect! Let’s push toward that inevitable reckoning.
Scene Continues: The Illusion Cracks
The Mad Hatter’s laughter fades into the dim hum of the failing life-support systems. The force fields may have held for now, but the dome still groans, the fractures behind the patchwork solution spreading like veins beneath the surface.
Dr. Earth Be Gone stares at the data flashing across the screen, his pupils twitching with the cold realization.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (muttering, shaking his head): No… no, no, no.
The Damsel In Distress watches him, her breath still unsteady.
Damsel In Distress (hesitant): What?
Dr. Earth Be Gone exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening into fists.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (voice cracking): It’s over.
A beat of silence.
Then, the Mad Hatter, standing idly by, idly adjusting his cuffs, tilts his head.
Mad Hatter (grinning): Now, now, Doctor—don't be so dramatic. We just saved this delightful little air pocket, didn't we?
Dr. Earth Be Gone slams his fist against the panel.
Dr. Earth Be Gone: For now! But the fractures—they’re still growing. The patchwork system won’t hold indefinitely.
The Damsel grips the edge of the console, realization dawning.
Damsel In Distress (quietly): So what happens when it fails?
A heavy silence.
Then—
Dr. Earth Be Gone (whispering, defeated): We lose the bubble.
Damsel In Distress (shaky, desperate): Then we fix it!
Dr. Earth Be Gone (shaking head): There’s nothing to fix. This was always temporary. The sky bubble was never meant to last forever—just long enough for us to escape. But there’s nowhere left to go.
The Mad Hatter exhales in amusement, turning toward the glass dome above, tracing one of the fractures with his gloved finger.
Mad Hatter (softly, almost… delighted): Ohhh… So the great escape was just a little… detour. And now, the lost children must go home.
His voice lingers in the air like a spell.
The Damsel swallows hard, her mind racing through the implications.
Damsel In Distress: You mean… Earth.
Dr. Earth Be Gone (staring at the console, voice hollow): We have no choice.
The words hit the air like falling bricks.
They had abandoned Earth, drowned it in waste, poisoned its lungs, burned it in their greed—all so they could flee to the stars.
And now the stars had rejected them.
The Mad Hatter, standing perfectly still, finally breathes in slow, as if savoring the moment. Then, turning to both of them, he spreads his arms wide, a grin stretching across his face.
Mad Hatter: Well then, my dear Doctor, my dearest Damsel… it’s time for mankind to clean up its mess.
A single, sharp crack echoes through the dome—another piece of glass weakening, another countdown beginning.
The sky bubble is dying.
Earth is waiting.
FADE TO BLACK.
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