| A New Opening of Pandora�s Box silence. darkness. one teenager around a table with two empty chairs in a bleak, gray box like room wearing a gray uniform with a blood red triangle with a number underneath. Number 666. ha. sign of the devil. how fitting. that�s what i am right? right. tat you�d understand, you�re only a, well, never mind. you�re my only friend now. not that i had any. no. not many. they�re gone now you know. (BEAT) i kinda miss them. pause. at least they were entertaining. bob was. he spelled his name backwards. nice guy. too bad he hated football. pause. not that i like football or anything but still. it was a shame. it was why he was here you know. the original bob, forwards bob, was an excellent player. got hit by a drunk driver. devastated his parents. so they created backwards bob, clone bob. his dad had illusions of football glory, mom wanted same son back. morons. anyhow, his parents created backwards bob to be the same as forward bob. as if dna was the only thing that made a person. pause. he hated football, backwards bob. he liked activities forward bob hated: reading, writing, using his head in without crushing people with it and, worst of all, he was gay. forward bob was straight. forward bob would bring grandchildren into this world for them. this was unacceptable. no, not at all. they sent him here. now he�s gone. then there was catherine, cat. i didn�t like her much though. backstabbing, catty little thing. doing whatever it takes to get ahead. bob was nice, sweet, smart. cat was too clever. too much like the original, pause. her mother. mummy dearest found her replica to be too much like her, too much competition. so she did what she had to, got rid of her. bye bye. (BEAT) me? you wanna know what happened to me? not interesting really. just your average disappointment. i was suppose to have blue eyes and blond hair. sigh. they never really got over that i suppose. then i didn�t get into harvard. that ticked them off. i mean, what is the point of having kids if they don�t go to harvard? that�s not the worst of it. oh no. i dared to get sick. real sick, not cold or flu sick but cancer sick. that did it. they put me in here. it won�t be much longer now. (BEAT) i should sleep. count sheep. damn sheep. pause. can�t sleep though. funny, keep thinking about what the guard said when he took bob out. he grinned contemptuously. all guards held us in contempt. we were the freaks, they were superior, natural. funny, they made us out of them. but i digress. what he said was, �our kind will destroy humanity and the world.� so false yet so true. too true. |