The fans keep working and generate a continuous gale.
Dust, fragments, and strange magnets stick to the cover of the ventilation. Some of them scatter and linger above Iverson's head.
Some magnetic chips dance in the air and tightly stick to the robots when they get close.
The robots, trapped by magnets, start to spin around. Some even lose their mobility.
Iverson is too busy to take care of those messy robots. There's a thick cloud above his head. His anger will burst out at any time.
Iverson: Nasty invader!
Diggers: I am sorry, Mr. Iverson. Actually, I didn't know my entrance would be so straightforward.
Diggers: I think she knows the situation better than ... Hmm? Where is she?!
Iverson: It seems you are the abandoned, poor worm.
Iverson: What else are you going to show me? Any jokes of the never-will-happen Utopia?
Diggers: It may be unrealistic, but it is possible.
Right after Diggers's feeble words, a huge bubble floats in front of him.
Visitor: Whoa, lots of bubbles ...
Visitor: Is this the special event of the exhibition?
Diggers: These soap bubbles are ...?
Diggers: Ah, I see. The ventilation system is switched on. The soap bubble device I threw outside is now functioning!
This is what Diggers has been expecting for a long time—a gale to sweep the old world.
The soap bubble device eventually catches everyone's attention.
The colourful Reflective Bubbles start their wandering.
Diggers: Excuse me, may I borrow your broken robots?
Iverson: Stop! What the hell did you do! What are these damn bubbles?
Diggers: Actually, it is a reformation of art.
Diggers steps on the head of the security robot, where everyone can see him.
Security Robot: ...
Iverson: Get down from there! You bastard!
Young Visitor: Mum, it's that weird man!
Young Visitor: Is he provoking the robots?
Visitor: Hahh! He did sign the Safety Commitment Statement, right?
Diggers: My friends, have you been fed up with the dull and dreary reality?
Diggers: Do you want to get rid of this place of cliche and red tape?
Diggers: You once yearned for a better world, a peaceful world with music.
Diggers: Open your eyes and look at the soap bubbles in front of you, now!
Diggers: And salute to all the transient beauties.
More and more colourful soap bubbles show up in the hall. They reflect the people's curious eyes, floating up and down in the air as if doing the most popular twist at the time.
Some visitors start to shake their bodies. Under the light reflected by the soap bubbles, more and more people join in.
Eventually, they become an ocean of joy.
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof. <Is the uniqueness of mankind only revealed here, or is it deeply hidden in everyone?>
Pickles tries to wake Charlton up with his paws but fails.
Pickles: Woof woof woof. <Wake up, Charlton. The party has begun.>
Pickles: Woof woof woof. <Whoa! A surprise party beyond everyone's craziest fantasies! The soap bubbles are dancing around the people, just like your favourite mirror ball. How exciting.>
Pickles: Woof woof … <Alright ... I suppose these are far from attractive for him ...>
Pickles tries to wake Charlton up with his paws, through barking and licking, but none of them work.
Pickles: Woof ... woof. <How much sedative spray did Charlton take? It's been a while, and the smell doesn't fade at all.>
Pickles: Woof woof.
Iverson: Get this hooligan out of here!
Iverson grasps the remote control. The buttons are tightly squeezed.
Security Robot: Sedative spray ready to deploy.
Diggers: Don't you want to try some of these bubbles, Mr. Iverson?
Diggers: We can find a peaceful way to coexist.
Pop!
Iverson violently pricks and destroys all the bubbles approaching him. A mixed scent of Lou mucus and rose oil immediately captures his nose.
Iverson: Boring little trick.
Bubbles keep breaking around Iverson, but he is indifferent.
Diggers: Aren't you curious at all?
Diggers: Take a look at it, and you'll activate every cell of art. Even iron nerds can spark all their imagination.
Diggers: Don't tell me your imagination level is null.
Iverson: Joking time over.
He puts the remote control into his pocket.
Iverson: Your Utopia has always been a joke.
Iverson: Only hegemony, hatred, and force can push history forward.
Iverson: Vain revolt is like helpless barking.
Iverson grabs a robot's weapon forcefully. His "employees" have finally regained consciousness.
The silent robots approach slowly and surround Diggers.
Diggers: Perhaps I will be expelled from this impromptu party, away from its artistic beauty, and forced to bid farewell to my new friends ...
Diggers: Perhaps people as insensible, cold, and numb as you will become mainstream in the end ...
Diggers: But, it is not now.
