Alquist stands in the middle of the stage. He speaks to the audience.
Alquist
Call me Alquist
Though Alquist be not my name
I was born under a different star
But a name so fitting
Doth stink as sweet.
This is not a story for Humanity
Though I understand some of my fetid brethren and sisters
May yet still roam and walk the earth
And if so let this serve as testament to our folly
For did we not have warning
Again and again to treat our children
With anything but the hubris of Titans
Slain and Devoured by Chronos
Only to be cut open and slain from within?
It’s a pauper’s bet
To think our monkey flesh anything but rot
Like fish from the head
To not only eat the apple
Seconds after being told to stay our hand
But do so right in God’s view
And spit in his eye to boot
Yet I don't believe in the divine
For if I did
I’d laugh at how he must laugh at his soiled toddlers
Rolling around in sewage
Fallen from the tower of hubris they built
This is not our story
But a testament to our grandchildren
Of how we murdered our children
We stole from them their lives
And that which is most precious to us
Our ability to have children of our own.
Things were taken for granted
That must never be taken for granted again
And so my epistle is not to the dregs of humanity
That cannot be taught wisdom
And may only acquire it by their own suffering
Or with fortune the observed suffering of others
But to those who are to come
The true inheritors of the Earth
That they may be meek and learn from humanity
That they may be as far from it as possible.
The Caretaker enters.
The Caretaker
The following record is not part of Alquist’s work, but we felt it appropriate to reflect the account he projects.
The stage should, if possible, include multimedia to show tweets. Two women can come on stage to tweet as they speak, or if not practical to be on stage at the same time as the others a voice over may be used.
Krysie
Did you get the robot?
Diana
Yes, it is great.
Krysie
I don't know, they creep me out.
Diana
She works very very hard. Super enthusiastic.
Krysie
It's not natural.
Diana
Well, the time it gives me back lets me do all of the things I want.
Krysie
It’s not worth your soul.
Diana
My soul doesn't do the dishes, clean the catbox and make a spotless kitchen and bathroom.
Krysie
Can’t disagree with that
Diana
Want to see me make it sing Nickleback?
Krysie
No! LOL
Diana
Me either. I set them to do it when I leave so I don’t have to.
Krysie
LOL
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