Lost in the ceremonious glory of ritualistic mass suicide, Joe raises a pistol in the air and addresses his daughter. “ Here, use my grandfather’s favorite pistol to shoot me. Carry out your duty like a good police officer. Death from your hands is how I want to exit this world.” In shock that she has to shoot her father, Amy finally breaks down. The others look away. Recovering from momentary trance, Shorty looks around in a daze. In a tone of resignation, he turns to Dr. Jeff who has the responsibility of overseeing the mass suicide. “You know doc, now that I had time think about it, I believe we’re all going to die like mutants, after all. We’re parading around as respectable middle class citizens. That’s a façade to make ourselves feel good. All these years we were wearing masks, until
