If you knew it was likely your last night on the cylinder, what would you produce? One last unit for a kamikaze charge? Wealth, to take with you into exile? A sub, with which to escape the city? Tiridates chooses a nuclear plant, leaving a clean, lasting energy source for Kuchum as a housewarming gift to fuel his next conquest.
Meanwhile, the remaining Yerevanis write, paint and compose their final opuses, and lament the nearly-born great musician who will now likely never take up his synth axe drumitar to tour the future world.