Script Draft

 

1.

Space semi-lit. Cold and isolated. The V.J. behind it’s desk. The sits are all lit by a small white light. Each sit is placed in a distance from the other, all over the space. Behind a mirror box on the mirror corridor there is IT, on the floor, crying. Opposite from the V.J. there is a projection: A tree and inside the hole of the tree a naked woman appears. Her skin looks shiny and covered with organic liquids. She rises and then she peals of her skin. IT observes and cries. This is something that IT can never have. IT is not natural. IT has it’s own intelligence but it is artificial. IT is lonely and needs to communicate.

 

 

2.

Sound changes.

Pre-recorded voice:

Fear not the waking world, my mortal

Fear not the flat synthetic blood,

Nor the hart in the ribbing metal.

Fear not the tread, the seeded milling,

The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade

Nor the flint in the lover’s mauling.

Man of my flesh, the jawbone riven,

Know the flesh’s lock and vice,

And the cage for the scythe-eyed raver.

Know, O my bone, the jointed lever,

Fear not the screws that turn the voice,

And the face to the driven lover.

 

These words cannot be heard clearly.

In the meantime the video changes. (Words/ numbers/codes the V.J’s and Aristeidis will find what the visuals will look like) Music starts to become more “alive”.

The V.J. is playing with words. IT wants to communicate. Looking at the video there is an effort to reproduce the signs on the ground next to it. After a bit it starts an effort to speak but it can’t. The V.J. is too fast and they pay’s no attention to IT. This makes IT nervous. Feels bad and hostile towards the human who controls the video but IT can do something.

 

 

3.

Looks at the V.J., words come out of its mouth. Irrelevant. Nothing makes sense and this is making IT mad and bad. It wants to control what rightfully belongs to IT. The sound is intense. Everything is intense. It starts controlling the video. (Letters and numbers and dimensions. Sometimes coming from it sometimes coming from the V.J. under construction still heheh)

THIS IS IT’S BATLLE.

Getting nowhere the V.J. shut’s IT down and IT  becomes furious. IT shuts the audience’s lights down (the lights can go on and off probably by using a remote control).  And there is only darkness in the room. It speaks:

All all and all

             the dry words couple,

 

Ghost with her ghost,

                         contagious man

With the womb of his shapeless people.

 

All that shapes… from the caul… and suckle,

 

 

Stroke of mechanical flesh of mine,

 

          Square in these words the mortal circle.

 

 

4.

Dark. Sound only (empty).

 

 

5.

Sound changes.

smell of fruit (or another organic smell that feels like “home”). A warm light comes up.

(IT  or pre-recorded) says:

Flower….

The people’s fusion

 

O light in zenith, the coupled bud.

 

And the flame in the fleshes’ vision.

 

Out of the sea, the drive of oil

Socket and grave, the brassy blood.

Flower

       Flower

              All all

                     And all.

Light’s up.