Homunculus, 4. Teil - Die Rache des Homunculus

Summary

A porcelain-skinned titan forged of alembics and capital, Richard Ortmann now lounges in the boardroom’s stratosphere, his heartbeat syncopated to stock-ticker Morse; yet every ventricle is hollow, cauterized by a thousand betrayals of affection. From this alpine perch he orchestrates a slow, glacial apocalypse—purchasing parliaments, rerouting rivers of data, turning love letters into kindling—while Berlin’s nightscape flickers beneath him like a dying film projector. Around him circle widow-muses, industrial phantoms, and the last believers in tenderness: Maria Carmi’s philanthropist who still tries to press wildflowers into bullet wounds; Theodor Loos’s scientist scribbling equations of forgiveness on cafe napkins; Lupu Pick’s news editor who prints truth in disappearing ink. Each encounter chips the lacquer off Richard’s certainty, revealing the raw alloy of grief that once masqueraded as misanthropy. The narrative spirals outward in concentric circles—corporate takeover, social collapse, private memory—until the city itself becomes a ventriloquist’s doll, venting Richard’s repressed lament through broken neon and curfew sirens. In the final reel, he stands inside a shuttered turbine hall, watching a single moth orbit a floodlamp; its frantic ellipse mirrors his own orbit around the void of human connection, and the moment he reaches to cradle it, the screen combusts into white nitrate, leaving only the echo of a question: if an artificial man deletes the species that forgot how to love him, does the species ever truly die, or does it simply migrate into the circuitry of the next lonely creator?

Synopsis

Richard Ortmann the artificial man (Homunculus) has become the head of the corporation that represents the capital and power of the country, but he has stopped believing in human love. All the more clear is his goal now: the annihilation of mankind.