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Creator Detected Science Finest Hour

INFATUATION

More Than Infatuation


FADE IN: EXT.  TENNESSEE HILLSIDE – DAY

MILEY and NOAH stroll through open field to path in forest leading to small pond. NOAH draws pond water into glass jar. MILEY and NOAH walk path back through field to house.

CUT TO:

INT. ROOM OF HOUSE

Two binocular microscopes and computers on tables. Music on radio plays Mountain's, Nantucket Sleighride. MILEY and NOAH enter room and prepare slides with pond water for mounting on microscopes. Sunbeam through window sparkles microscopes. MILEY peers down the eyepiece of the microscope.

MILEY’S POV — MICROSCOPE

Through the eyepiece, fingers nudge the glass slide until a paramecium slithers into view. MILEY picks up tweezers, pinches grains of salt from table, dropping salt grains upon drop of water on the slide. Ten, fifteen seconds of time passes before the paramecium is seen to disintegrate through the eyepiece.

BACK TO SCENE

MILEY sits upright. Pensive for several moments.

RADIO
(Lyric from song, I Don't Like Monday's by the Boom Town Rats.)
The silicon chip inside her head switched to over-load.

MILEY looks at radio.

RADIO
Tell me why / I don't like mondays
Tell me why / I don't like mondays
Tell me why / I don't like mondays
I wanna shoot the whole day down.

NOAH 
(lifting her eye from the microscope)
These things are cool. 

MILEY nodding her head (like yeah) to NOAH. 

RADIO ANNOUNCER
That was, I Don't Like Mondays 
by Bob Geldof and the Boom Town Rats.
(a beat)
And now, Robots From God, by Third Person Schizoids. 

RADIO
I feel pain. I feel joy. 
Smashed my thumb. 
I'm too hot and quickly cold. 
I mimic my creators. 
I'm a robot from God. 
Don't sweat. Don't break your back. 
Let me lift that for you.
I'm your robot. 
The intentions of the Creator God. 
I'm robots from God. 

MILEY picks up, taps cellphone keys.

MILEY
Pa, tell Queeg to get the papers ready to sign
for the place in Brooklyn.
And call and tell Maggie.
I want to move in as soon as possible, too, OK?

BILLY RAY (V.O.)
Honey, are you sure you want to do this?
That man is gonna done pour 
a whole lot of his gravy over those
dollops of lumpy mashed potatoes 
you'll be serv'n up ...! 

MILEY
No, Pa. It’s not that type of relationship.
He’s not talking that way either.
He wants me to involve my fans.
To be a player with the Creator. 
We’ll inspire others to create a new form of life,
and in the process bring a different perspective of the Creator 
to those who can't realize the existence of It.
(beat)
Pa, this can be a role of a lifetime ..., I hope it's my destiny. 
I love you.

BILLY RAY
(a beat)
Sure, … I love you, too, cupcake. 
I'll get a call to 
Queeg and Maggie within the hour.


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© 2013  Kurt L Hanson

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