"Victims of the Cuckoo. "

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This Script is about a story in the future concerning human cloning, space travel, and surrogate motherhood. Surrogate Births - Surrogate Motherhood - Human Cloning - A Story of the Future - Future IVF - The Sahara Supposition - Victim of the Cuckoo - TV Play / Film. The Terraforming of Mars. Cloning.

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" Victims of the Cuckoo. "

By Roy G Symonds.                © Copyright 2000 - 2006

1    TELECINE / EXT     SPACE SCENE      NIGHT  DAY 1

THE SCENE OPENS WITH A VOICE-OVER THAT IS HEARD INTERMITTENTLY THROUGHOUT THE PLAY BUT THIS NARRATOR IS NOT ACTUALLY SEEN UNTIL NEAR THE END, AND THEN AS ONE OF THE CHARACTERS. ALL CHARACTERS HAVE SOUTHERN AMERICAN ACCENTS.

WE SEE SOME STOCK ENVIRONMENTAL / SPACE TYPE / STOCK SCENES OF EARTH WHILST THE VOICE OVER SPEAKS.

VOICE OVER:

A LECTURING TONE FADES IN.

The late Twentieth Century seemed an age that contrasted wealth and poverty, a time when the Human animal lost vision of the eventual cost of its technological advancement and the weight of its commercial excrement. 

Fictional vision chased and pushed the scientific reality and made the once dreams of dreamers an everyday actuality. Bystanders could only watch in dumfounded bewilderment as times just changed. By midway into the Twenty First Century the world’s societies came into two clear groups; a group that had reasonable standards and reasonable standards of living to the others who had everything. It became not enough to compete to survive in the environment of the Marketeers; every body competed just because everybody competed.  

2 INT GIANT FUTURISTIC BEDROOM, EARLY DAY 1

FADE OUT ENVIRONMENTAL SCENE. FADE TO SCENE 2.  A GIGANTIC VDU SHOWS THE ANALOGUE FACE OF CLOCK TWO METERS HIGH, TICKING TO THE HOUR OF 06.00. ON THE HOUR THE CLOCK SPEAKS. A FACE OF A MAN BECOMES VISIBLE ON THE TV SCREEN, A NEWSCASTER FROM SOME TV STATION.  A LOGO IN THE CORNER OF THE SCREEN TELLS US THAT THIS IS A COMPUTER, A MARVIN 2100.

TWO YOUNG BLACK PEOPLE LIE ASLEEP IN A VERY LARGE BED.

NEWSCASTER:

Good morning, this is the Western Hemisphere News on this day, Sunday the 10^th of January 2133; it is six o'clock, AM.

 DIXIE:     BLACK FEMALE  / LOUD VOICE

Shut up!!

SCREAMS THE YOUNG WOMAN AND THE NEWSCASTER FALLS SILENT. DIXIE STRETCHES HER LONG OLIVE SKIN ARMS AND WE CAN SEE THAT SHE IS VERY PREGNANT. SHE PULLS THE COVERS OF HER BED FROM WHERE HER PARTNER LAY, CLOSER TO HER.

DIXIE:

Navajo!  Wake up, I told you to tell that clottin computer not to wake us so early today;  (SMILING) . . . it's the day of the Sun, when we walk with the Lord  . . . and don't have to get up!

SHE CHUCKLES

NAVAJO: [ MALE ]

Please don't be so sarcastic; we have to discuss the Vote.   Carlton's doctor will be here at 08.10 and will obviously ask us.

HER EYES GLAZE OVER AND THE AUTOMATIC DRAPERY OPENS TO A CLEAR DAWN. THE SUN CAN BE SEEN RISING, POPPING ITS HEAD ABOVE THE FAR DISTANT TREES OF THE BRAZILIAN-LIKE RAINFOREST.  THE SCENE FROM THE WINDOW IS A WONDER, THE AMAZONIAN DELTA GIVES DEPTH TO THE LANDSCAPE AND THE VIEWERS SEEM AS THOUGH THEY ARE ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

IN THE CORNER OF THE WINDOW THERE IS A LOGO:

Magiwindows Inc.

DIXIE:

Voting will not help us; we've not had that VOICE for over fifty years, it's not the interest of the proletariat to decide on politics.

NAVAJO:

Wake up Dixie,  ... perhaps a united VOICE will set us free from the exertion of being suggeys; or prols as you so aptly put it.

DIXIE:

   (SITTING UP. POINTING TO HER BUMP)

Us!?    It is I who has had to carry the embryos of the onanist Marketeers, so that they don't have to suffer any indignities or the violation of . . . . . stretch marks.

NAVAJO:

It's undignified for those who run our world, to submit to such animalism, you know it's such time wasting, having a child.

PULLING MORE BED WRAP TOWARDS HER SIDE.

This is the last one; in a month it will be gone, we will be pensioned off and blissfully untroubled for the rest of our lives.

NAVAJO:

Our world will be gone?

DIXIE:

No, wake up you broom-push!

POINTING TO HER ROUNDED STOMACH

NAVAJO:

We've been with child, adding them all up, for nearly 52 months but where is our family?  It’s too late for us but I just thought that with a vote we could change things Dix.

DIXIE:

It has been over half a century since we had this vote. Please do not go on, it’s the way.

NAVAJO:

Based purely on the fact that if a leader or higher rank were picked to run things, why should they not always run things and then subsequently pick any successor that only they believed to be right for the job, allowing the original mandate to run forever.

DIXIE:

That's democracy for you?

NAVAJO:

No that’s a monarchy, whatever that is.

DIXIE:

Carlton has us contracted; we have done the signing, when beauty here is born, I will be adjusted to be unproductive, anyway you were born fruitless, it was in your suggey's contract to have you engineered barren.

NAVAJO:

My mother! Isn't that so unfair?  My genome was made from the life material of two people and intentionally altered to make me free of abnormality and disease, but unable to produce children of my own.

DIXIE:

Unfair?   What’s your point? We always said we never wanted children and never will. Genetic Human Engineering; wonderful!!  No more selective abortions, when things go wrong. Remember, it wasn’t that long ago when most pregnancies had to be aborted.

 NAVAJO GETS UP AND STANDS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BED.

NAVAJO:

I know! I know. But that was because of the pollution.

 HE STRETCHES

You think I'm slow witted?  But I have a couple of D-Levels. One in Philosophy and one in The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy Theory. I even have an A-Level in the History of the Bible but that was only because my pension rights did not include the cost of the fees for another D- Level and you wouldn't help.

NAVAJO STRUTS OFF INTO THE LARGE EN-SUITE BATHROOM, MUTTERING

DIXIE:  

 VOICE RAISED

I said!   Isn't Genetic Human Engineering, wonderful? . . . . Oh Shoemakers!!

WE HEAR JUST A GROAN FROM NAVAJO, FROM IN THE BATHROOM.

DIXIE:

Nav!  There is only the Earth, the Star Trek Theory is only a fiction; someone made it all up.     We have to save this planet, or it may seem to some fleeting visitor in a million years time, that we were never ever actually here.

NAVAJO:

But the Star Trek Theory...

DIXIE:

But nothing!  Captain Pic Lucard cannot boldly go anywhere.  Perhaps one day it will actually be safe to go outside, without a mask.   Forget this Bible rubbish, remember the oxy-gone period; world collapse eighty years ago, with the eventual selected hapless star-crossed ones, like us, dying of pollution sickness ... in the millions,

 NAVAJO GROANS AGAIN

... Depopulation is the only way Earth will survive, it's now under three billion from a figure of over nine billion.  The two Billion goal is in sight.

NAVAJO:

Have you read Hitler yet?

DIXIE:

For the love of Diana, not your clottin Bible studies again?

 NAVAJO RE-ENTERS THE BEDROOM

NAVAJO:

I don't think Hitler was in the Bible; he also wanted some select race of super people and he killed millions of humanity to get his own way. A bit like now.

DIXIE:

When was this?

NAVAJO:

About two hundred years ago, I think.  He was hanged from a lighting stand, in Italy or something, by his own people, after a world war that ended some holocaust.

DIXIE:

Typical of the human race, you get a great intuitive leader and there's always someone who will disagree with him.

NAVAJO:

Don't think it quite worked like that.

DIXIE:

But if this Hitler had selected some kind of super race, perhaps we would not be having this conversation.

NAVAJO:

That's true, we'd be part of the some super race, that would run the Earth perfectly. 

SHE POINTS TO THE LARGE VDU

DIXIE:

Look here! 

SHE INSTRUCTS THE COMPUTER

Computer!  Population statistics!

A SERIES OF FIGURES FLASH UP ONTO THE COMPUTER'S VDU.

Present Earth Population!

THE VDU CHANGES TO ONE LARGE NUMBER OF THE EARTH'S POPULATION.

2,901,876,033

IT DROPS BY ONE EVERY 1.666 SECONDS. MARVIN IS THEIR COMPUTER. WE SEE AN ANIMATED FACE ON THE VDU. HE SPEAKS IN A SOOTHING VOICE.

 MARVIN:    [ COMPUTER ]

The Marketeers General's goal of a stable Two Billion Populous through selective GHE, will be seen to be evident in the year 2186. Pollution levels are...

DIXIE:

Shut-up Marvin!!!

NAVAJO WALKS BACK INTO THE BEDROOM

NAVAJO:

Please!

DIXIE:

Look at that, not exiting?  The Two Billion mark is in sight and then there can be enough for everyone; Mother Earth will be able to support us all and we can then all be truly equal and return to our true homes...  instead of living in this concrete tube.

NAVAJO:

Yes, run free; run wild.  I've seen the propaganda.  Hope and survival to only the fittest.

THE COMPUTER MUMBLES ON ABOUT THE POLITICAL ATTRIBUTES OF THE PRESENT SO-CALLED GOVERNMENT. NAVAJO LAUGHS, SHAKING HIS HEAD. DIXIE GRABS A LARGE PILLOW.