Act II Scene One [In the Constellation called Orion, the Cobbler is readying himself to have a second gathering of the elite a group known as the "Think Tank,"? of the Universe he is thinking out loud, resting - it has been 50,000 years since their last meeting of the minds; a new member has joined them by the name of: Florencia] On the edge of the Universe, in the consultation" ?Orion
The Narrator The Cobbler is sitting on a frozen red and blue intergalactic form of gasses, in deep space; he has shaped these gases into a sofa chair of sorts. They have created a being of sorts, on the planet Tiamat II, otherwise known as Earth, otherwise known as the Blue Planet. They have implanted in this new species a genetic structure, encoded a few traits they had lost some time ago, eons ago, they can't remember how they lost them character behaviors, but they know they offended the God of the Universe in the process, otherwise known as 'God, god.' The Cobbler has been observing this new species for some 50,000-years, and partly to his dismay. Something else is lacking he has deduced. So simply he tells himself" ?referring to the thing that is lacking" ?it surprises him, shamefully, that it took 50,000-years to figure it out. But then, he allows himself some leeway, realizing, sometimes we're simply too close to the forest to see the trees. A dump philosophy that makes him feels better anyhow. And so, he has called a meeting of the minds, called the 'Think Tank,' of the Universe, to talk about the Galaxy called the Milky Way, a stellar system the Cobbler had acquired a liking for; and about the planet Earth, as he glimpses at its from, in intergalactic space. The guests that are arriving assume they are the seven who have survived the longest of all the other species in their known sections of the Universe. Scene II Guests Arriving
Narrator As his guests do arrive, one by one, he is thinking about the 'God, god,' theory...or issue, and the creation he has brought about on earth. He hopes with 'God, god's' blessing. The last thing he wants to do is get on the bad side of Him again. The Earthy thing that bothers him, to make a long thought short, is that his subjects are acting more like animals than like" ?let's say, hu-mans; what he and his group did not expect. Surely they got the genetic code for 'desire,' right, but maybe too damn right, as was planned, possible too engrained, not soft touch to it, Florencia has brought to the groups attention: Florencia. [A little cocky] "You have created a human fish for of life, or is it a human rabbit, or perhaps an intergalactic flesh fish form of life; with feet and limbs by its shoulder, what next, what do you expect, you need to down it tempo, and raise its formal reason process with Love."? Narrator. As they look down upon earth, they notice the hu-man's are becoming more dangerous than the animals. Consequently, the desire to live, eat, have sex has no limits, boundaries, or for that matter, no ethics. The King. [Disapprovingly] One takes from the other without conscious. They do not know right from wrong, or if they do, it is not showing. And in old age, no one stops the cruelty that prevails. The question comes up to us, the Think-Tank: how can Earth people stop earth people from hurting earth people, without our intervention; I mean, simply look: when one person gets bigger than the other and wants more from the others, that is not theirs in the first place. This is greed we have created, not love, or hope or faith. We must correct this before our deaths. The Colonial. Just wait a minute here. The Cobbler builds walls to stop us, get our attention, what if the walls would kill us, would he stop building them? Better yet, if it had killed me, I'd be dead, and then he can figure out right from wrong, but it does me no good, I'm still dead because of his right to do what he feels he needs to do to get to the end of his thoughts: will he give his life up for right or wrong, and in this case, kill himself. No, I say, no he will not, and that is because of greed. Is it not, their duty to take while they can, for when they are old they will not be able to, it is the law of survival, as it is out here, the law of getting attention to build walls: is this not true? Florencia. Who is to stop the beings from raping, killing or robbing; something dreadfully is wrong here. And like 50,000 years ago, when the Cobbler came up with this bright idea to create these beings, the missing element never occurred to him, the thing lacking in the animals, reasoning which equals, 'free will,' the very thing the creator gave to us at one time, the one think no one seems to remember, but cherishes nonetheless; really can't remember His name haw, so they call him 'God, god,' when you talk about him, and God when you feel like you need to worship him, and "God, god,"? when you fear Him the most. Narrator and the Cobbler. [The Think Tank is sitting in circle thinking] As time moves on [to the Cobbler], another observation comes to light, which is really an extension of the first, and he writes this down to show the Think Tank, so he doesn't forget, "Nobody wants to die,"? haw, that was the Cobbler saying that and that is pretty true and to the point, and the Think Tank is thinking on that very subject this minute. But yet, how can this be? I mean to tell you folks reading this, this is what the Think Tank, is thinking, and this is what the hu-mans are fighting for, and the Think Tank is having a hard time seeing the parallel, is not to smart thing for the Think Tank, I think. And to be quite honest with you, it gives them something to think about, I mean, they are getting closer to their universal dead date line, they also cannot live forever you know; or they know, or they should know. So the questions come up by the Cobbler. "Now how can that be, when it is part of the natural process, can a little drop of their genetic fiber causes this? ...God, forbid! Did we put too much desire in these beings..."? [His thoughts are racing and so is his mind, and you can see his head spinning: spin and think, spin and think that is what is going on for about 10,000 years here.]? People within the Think Tank come and go was the Cobbler things...! Narrator continues. Well, the way to fix this, he concludes, and will inform the Think Tank, is by adding somehow, someway, the elements of 'free will' a suggestion by Florencia. He has concluded, if the creatures on earth already have it, they have perhaps too much of it, so he tells himself: I mean they were careful in the ingredients they added to the creation menu of the hu-mans: first was the body for its physical needs, then socialization, then the mind for psychological reasons, and of course they had left out reasoning, or was its something else, or addition? And if they don't have it, they will end up eating each other pretty soon, so he better find a way on how to inject it before there is no one left to experiment with. Narrator. The Captain has now arrived back at the circle of thinkers (it has changed to the place called Orion), you see him coming out of some super cluster, a far off Galaxy; evidently he was soul searching going back and forth for personal reasons: bored perhaps; he had left the group to think on his own all the same, and is now back, a little cynical brut, but a good sort of chap. And the Pope, he has returned, he is the spiritual leader of the group of eight, or the Think Tank, as we know it to be; he lives or dwells in the constellation called Sagittarius [the Archer]. It would seem everyone had his or her favorite places live, like the creatures they've created on earth. But to the Cobbler, there is nothing in the Universe more beautiful than Orion, with its Horse head Nebula, his abode. And dark clouds, interstellar matter, and its nebula absorbing light from distant stars it is a grand place he thought for this meeting. He tells the Captain and the Pope, there is no equal in the entire universe for the orange coloration of the pulsating matter, dust and gases that are fly around the Horse head of the Nebula, and the star Orion. Now the circle is starting to look more like a circle, and a meeting again. The Colonial has arrived, who are the scientist, and the General [whom is always moody, or so it seems], the inquisitive, and the aging King [who seems to get annoyed, and always thinks he is going to die soon, but seemingly will out live all the seven], and the Governor [whose affect is always flay, good for playing poker though]. [Everyone now is sitting on his or her frozen, gassy-colorful looking sofa chairs.] The Cobbler. You all know me as the Cobbler, and I got this meeting today to report the findings of the beings we created some 50, 000 or is it now 60,000-years ago on the Blue Planet, which will be called in the future, Earth, I looked into the book of the future, only a fragment of it though, I didn't want to cheat, and I still do believe the greatest gift, our creator, "God, god', gave us was not to foretell the future, so I leave it as it is. But a peek now and then doesn't hurt. The Captain. We all know what is happening on the Blue Planet, in your neck of the woods, Mr. Cobbler" ?don't be so surprised Mr. Cobbler, you're not the only one out here, we keep updated also. The Cobbler looks at them all" ? And they all nod, indicating yes... Captain. So let's not squander anymore time, what's on your mind, and what do you want from us, and what is next!" ? [?] The Cobbler. Something is lacking in the primates on Earth" ?I call them primates because they" ?they act more like animals than reasonable beings; that is to say, more out of instinct, than out of reasoning. Colonial. [Antagonistically] Well, when we made them, the beings that are on the Blue Ball that is, when we made them, [he is pointing], we used all the knowledge we had at our disposal, so what in this Universe do you think we can do about this? The Cobbler. That of course is why we are all here. Let me explain. We simply forgot something. We were selfish, and that the Pope can understand better than all of us [the Pope looks at the Cobbler]. You see, we did not give them freewill like us...or perhaps something else. The Pope [Piously] Yes, yes" ?we forgot the gift the Great Creator gave us so very long ago. Yes, yes" ?this is so, this is so. But how do we implement this, I mean, how do we ratify our wrong, and make it right? What is missing from the menu is Spirituality: you've added social, psychological, physical needs but, and this is a big 'but' do we not have a need for spiritual-ness? It is part of our general make up; the creatures likewise? Reason demands we look at this element; although the problem is, we as we are, die, and thus, cannot give them this one ingredient, it has to come from God Himself, this is the problem, for is it not He who has unglued himself from the puzzle? The Cobbler [Anxious]. I'm glad you said that Pope, a good stepping-stone for me. I think what we need to do is create a virus" ?yes, that is what we need to do; that will only infect the beings biological structure, their genetic predisposition. After we have perfected this virus, we need to inject it, or some how float it, into their system. We need it to infect the system, change the system, and then lay dormant so it doest affect anything else in the future. This will also adjust the beings reasoning capability, or so I think. Free will, we will have to depend on free will to seek out God again, lest they feel empty like us; is not a right by any means for a creature to feel God inside him, it is a gift from the creator we threw away, and they must find, we can only do so much. King. [Sleepily] Well, I hope if we do it, we do it quick so I can live to see the results. It's been over 50,000-years, and all we created is another monkey. I could have done that is my sleep, although this primate is more creative I see, and quite a lot cleverer than his neighbors. Governor. [Surrealistically] We have given them long lasting chromosomes, yet they only live between one hundred to one thousand years, and then they weaken and break, like everything in the Universe, they cascade. Like a ball, some day the whole thing is going to come to its destination, and drop. As I was about to say, lizards live longer than our creation, they grow as they live, and never stop, how did we do that? [The Captain responds]: 'we didn't do that, 'God, god'...woops, I didn't mean to boast, I got to watch myself. Anyways, that is what virus' do, they mutate, and so we got to be careful they do not cause future damage. The Cobbler to the Governor. [Sensationally] You are so right, but we must take chances in life. Can we honestly now, leave these creatures on earth as they are, when there is a passivity in me for them; to give them more reasoning, and free will to make better choices, or worse ones is all we can do. We are now responsible for them, like it or not. If something bad is triggered in the future, most likely they will have the means to fix it, for it will be them who create the trigger, and we will most likely will not be around to assist or maybe God will allow us to, I hope, or possibly beings like us, are the last of our breed, and like you said, the last to give a chance to the Universe to put forth a new a creative creature, liken to us, but with less powers. But there is always that chance, old desire will out weigh the new reasoning and free will I suppose, and survival could trigger world atrophy; it is the chance even God Himself must take. I have heard some of the beings asking such questions as, "Where are we from,"? and "why can't we remember the past."? When in essence there really isn't much of a past, although the 'desire' fiber, wants them to believe there is. General. [Wanting to get back to whatever he was doing before he came says in a quick manner] Ok, ok, ok: Cobbler, how do we infect our prize begins on this little dot in space call a planet? Hopefully this will help us reunite ourselves with our God, and give me peace from you. The Cobbler. [A little worried but surprisingly spontaneous] We can do it, we can do it...we simply infect the air with a dust, chemical, that will only affect the neurons in the right places of the beings. Or we could put it in the water, or even hand delivered it to a few of the females and let it take its roots from that. Although I would feel guilty for the souls lost to nothingness. We could also put it in the clouds, and when it rained it would drip all over them. The reason why we are here is to get ideas. As you can see, they are already drawing pictures on the walls of caves. This will bring them out of the caves and they will build temples; follow the stars, and find our God, or create their own God's. And when they do, He will no longer be angry with us possibly, or become angrier; whatever the case, redemption may be around the corner. They already have the trivial genetic material we gave them, they simply need a booster, and the Captain can come up with a dose that will accommodate or alter whatever needs altering, accordingly. The General. We're going to end up with two kinds of intelligent life here, the cave drawer and the sun worshiper living side by side I fear; one envious of the other for somehow, feeling the other found reasoning, and how to survive outside of the cave, and build, buildings. They will watch these new beings that look much like themselves, not fearful, not hiding, and they will see themselves die-out. The transition period I do realize will take several long generations, perhaps more like millenniums, to adapt to this" ? if we separate the cotenants, we can perfect this 'will' thing to minimum damage, on the first set of beings. We can also instill in them an eagerness to travel, for adventure, look at them now, they are all clustered in one area" ?and, and if worse comes to worse, there will be beings of different races, and cultures all over the Earth. Thus, we need not worry about the hu-mankind dying out. Pause
Narrator comes up frront and says his last words to
Act II And so it was ordained on the 8th day of May, 25,000+ years ago, that man would be infected with a mutative virus that would change him forever. Consequently, balancing his system, and allowing him to become part of the universal body of thinkers, with reason, desire and free will, yet spirituality was yet to be found or implanted. |
