Huxley's mind has finally crumbled before the never-ending barbarity of the sacrifice of the Huaxtec. I fear I have gone too far. He sits on the tasteless Velour couch of the motorhome sobbing ceaselessly. Not so the two professors on the floating amphitheater. Suddenly an explosion rocks the temple sending priest and victim flying shattered into space.
Stones are chipped and smoke hovers densely about the great pyramid.
As the wind clears it away three sarcophagi standing upright become visible where, just moments ago, the bloody killing stone had been. The doors slowly swing open. From the tombs step Eleanor Roosevelt, Margaret Sanger and H.G.Wells all clad in flowing white robes. Wells is dragging an old General Electric generator.