SCENE X.3
A man stands, staring at a camera for an uncomfortably long time. He is not visible; we only witness his actions through the screen.
After a while, he speaks, he is suppressing anger.
ONE. Always watching. Never falter, never fail. Your obedient eye watches me day in and day out. Why? In case I do something you don’t approve of? What happens then?
Pause.
You’ve watched me grow. You’ve seen my life. My life on tape. You can fast forward through the boring bits and replay the treasures. You can delete my life like it is nothing, like my life meant nothing. Is that what you did to him?
Pause
You don’t let us talk about it when people disappear, but I have to. You took him away and deleted his existence from everything. All because he questioned you? The G.O.D doesn’t approve and that means they deserve to be deleted. Why?
Pause
You should have taken me instead.
Pause
He was my brother.
Pause
Silence. Again, silence. Every day, silence. This omnipresent being without a single thing to say. But you’re still here. Watching.
Pause
Take me instead.
Pause
I said… take… me… instead.
Pause, then screaming.
TAKE ME!
ONE squares up to camera, nose to lens, before backing off and sitting down.
Pause.
I have a message for the G.O.D… You can take away my friends, my family, my life, but you will never take away my sanity. You can try. You can lock me away with nobody to talk to. You can ignore me. You can never respond. But I will always be myself and you will not take that away from me.
Pause.
He moves to a box and pulls it out, a gun, some tape.
The G.O.D know.
You won’t change me. No matter what you try to do to me. You’ve taken everything I love away, and I assume… I’m next.
No.
He takes the tape and covers the camera lens with it. Now we only hear his voice and sound.
I want you to know; this won’t last. You won’t last. The truth will come out and the people will rebel. You can’t expect the world to accept this level of intrusion. You can’t do that. People’s private lives are what make them human. What you see isn’t human, it’s fake. It’s constructed. It’s a play.
All the world’s a stage, as it were. But this… this is a peek behind the curtain.
A gun shot is heard.
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