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A Flash of white, the monster "explodes"
Veidt reveals the monster was sent 35 minutes ago
Veidt explains his masterplan to murder half of New York in order to save the world
Veidt destroys the vivarium
The conflict between Joey and Knot-top Lady escalates
Rorschach and Nite Owl attempt to subdue Veidt and fail
The three assistants are poisoned in the vivarium
Veidt recounts his past, and his journey following Alexander the Great's footsteps
Rorschach and Nite Owl continue their approach to Veidt's base
Veidt sends the monster to New York, 35 minutes to midnight
Veidt makes an observation about predicting the future
A legacy under the threat of oblivion by war
" ... Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
"Ruins become sand, sand blows away... All our richness and color and beauty would be lost... as if it had never been."
- Veidt, p. 22
The Egyptian Ruins of the poem echoes Veidt's dread of humanity's eternal oblivion
"And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My Name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains."
"Even our past would be cancelled. Our struggle from the primal ooze, every childbirth, every personal sacrifice rendered meaningless, leading only to dust, tossed on the void-winds. Save for Richard Nixon, whose name adorns a plaque upon the moon, no human vestige would remain." - Veidt, p. 22
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.