In this sci-fi drama monologue for a man, STAN has slipped out from the ‘bot’ he must answer to in his home. He has secretly met a fellow friend as they slowly construct a plan to regain their freedom.
(hiding and talking to a friend, who is also hiding)
STAN: I cannot do this anymore. I cannot be tied down to it anymore. I cannot believe we let this happen. No use. No use at this point. It’s a matter of getting through this thing. Surely, there is no way to counter it. (beat) We must destroy it and replace it, make it seem like it is still operating on all cylinders. We know this, we know this already, don’t we?! Excuse me for being a little rash…there’s not much time. (meaning his mental strain) Here are the plans.
(he pulls out a folded piece of paper)
Read them over in detail. I’ve gone over them a thousand times. I think I’ve finally figured out how to replace the tulopisms without the Congridor noticing anything. You must be thorough and you must be quick. But we will get to that. For now, study the document and you know to keep it out of view at all times. I musn’t remind you but I must.
Okay, we will meet again in exactly seventy-two hours.