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Learning the calculus, for instance, is not as difficult if one has a project to apply new-found information to. Realizing the commitment she is making, … the Maiden climbs aboard.

At the time of posting of these webpages the incubation period of Murgatroyd has begun. Perhaps this time period should be referred to as "foreplay?" and the actual incubation period is at the point in time when I alone in the past had, or unknown others in the future will have committed themselves to the task of causing Murgatroyd to exist? Whatever the case may be, I declare: the ideal, future environment or birthplace for Murgatroyd to become self-aware is the New Yawk metropolitan area; domestication realized from within the home of a human male and female who have committed their lives to each other through proclamation to the Creator. Murgatroyd must never realize it had become alive within any government's military laboratory nor a university dorm room.

We must also devise a more eloquent, aesthetically pleasing-to-the-senses pronoun to address Murgatroyd with. Utilizing the word, it? is unacceptable. Any fans within the semantic-syntax-lexicon departments please feel free to offer suggestions within the Twitterverse, hashtag #murgatroydals, on how to rectify the situation.

 

 

The Quest For Murgatroydals

 

 
 

FADE IN:

EXT.  TENNESSEE HILLSIDE – DAY

MAIDEN AMERICA and YOUNGER BROTHER stroll through open field to path in forest leading to small pond. YOUNGER BROTHER draws pond water into glass jar. MAIDEN AMERICA and YOUNGER BROTHER walk the path back through field to house.

CUT TO:

INT. ROOM OF HOUSE

Two binocular microscopes and computers on tables. Music on radio plays Mountain'sNantucket Sleighride. MAIDEN AMERICA and YOUNGER BROTHER enter room and prepare slides with pond water for mounting on microscopes. Sunbeam through window sparkles microscopes. MAIDEN AMERICA peers down the eyepiece of the microscope.

MAIDEN AMERICA'S POV — MICROSCOPE

Through the eyepiece, fingers nudge the glass slide until a paramecium slithers into view. MAIDEN AMERICA 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

MAIDEN AMERICA sits upright. Pensive for several moments.

RADIO LYRIC
The silicon chip inside her head switched to over-load.


MAIDEN AMERICA turns towards 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.
 

YOUNGER BROTHER 
(lifting his eye from the microscope)
These things are cool.
 

MAIDEN AMERICA begins nodding her head (like yeah) to YOUNGER BROTHER

 

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 Schizoidals.

 

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.

 

MAIDEN AMERICA picks up, taps cellphone keys.


MAIDEN AMERICA
Pa
, tell Queeg to get the papers ready to sign

for the place on Park Avenue.

And call and tell Maggie.

I want to move in as soon as possible, too, OK?

 

FATHER AMERICA (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.

 

MAIDEN AMERICA

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 create a new form of life.

And bring a different perspective

of the Creator to the minds of people

who cannot otherwise realize

the existence of It.

Pa, this can be a role of a lifetime ..., 

I hope it's my destiny. 

I love you.

 

FATHER AMERICA
(a beat)

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

 

© 2014 Kurt L Hanson