In Experiments With Rats
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Pol Pot, Idi Amin, Saddam Hussein and Stalin are a group of lab rats imprisoned in a glass cage. They are veterans of scientific experimentation. They’ve seen it all. For them, with the passing of time, electric shocks have become a kind of incognizable deity. They don’t know how to interpret them, nor do they know what so much pain means. One day, an especially intense session of shocks finishes them off. They die. This allows them to pass to the other side and visit the scientist who has been experimenting with them all this time. They have a few questions. And they want a lot of answers.
Winner of the Spanish Society of Authors and Publishers (SGAE) Theater Prize 2007.
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In Experiments With Rats - Antonio Morcillo Lopez
CHARACTERS
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POL POT, male white rat
STALIN, male white rat
IDI AMIN, male white rat
SADDAM HUSSEIN, male white rat
G., scientist, 53 years old
PENA, his wife, 45 years old
LEO, daughter of Pena and G., 6 years old
MILA, mistress of G., 33 years old
SCENES
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SCENE 1
Rectangular glass chamber.
In one corner, a small container with water and food.
Idi Amin, Saddam Hussein, Stalin and Pol Pot, with various electrodes attached to their heads and bodies, stand motionless together in the center of the chamber. Suddenly, Pol Pot breaks away from the others and walks slowly to one side. He stops. He moves, almost imperceptibly. He stops. He moves again, this time in circles. After repeating the motion several times, he receives an electric shock that paralyzes him and leaves him sprawled on the ground with his arms and legs tensed.
Pol Pot
The world is becoming a fucking international airport.
The streets are like terminals.
People, people, people, acting as if they’re waiting for a flight that hasn’t arrived, that will never arrive.
They don’t breathe anymore, they hold their breath. Reflected in their eyes are walls of windows. They walk around each day completely cut off from everyone else who’s walking alongside them.
The streets are like terminals.
Nobody touches each other, nobody looks at each other, nobody listens to each other.
The conversations are like going through check-in.
Everyone carries some type of electronic device that protects them.
Headphones, telephones, computers.
If a man finds himself with a beautiful woman in a park and asks her, What’s your name?
she’ll respond, Passport, please. Do you have any bags?
If he tells her, Do you mind if I call you so we can go to the movies? Maybe grab a drink?
she’ll hardly look at him and respond, Are you carrying any sharp objects, sir? Any liquids? Are you a terrorist? If you’d be so kind, could you tell me if you’re carrying a bomb inside your Samsonite? Please take out your computer. Now.
And if he insists on asking her how old she is, where she lives, what her hobbies are, she might start shouting, threatening him with her fist, Hands up! Take off your belt and shoes! Get undressed right now, sir, if you don’t want to be arrested!
The cafes are like boarding gates.
The conversations are like going through check-in.
Banality doesn’t exist. A joke can change your life. A sidelong glance, a little impertinence and you could be interrogated mercilessly for weeks in a secret prison two thousand feet up. It happens. It really does.
There are security checkpoints every five minutes, every five feet. The world has become one unchecked security checkpoint.
People, however, they can do many things.
People can go wild, people can take a piss in the middle of the street and get naked and have a fucking good time, but not knowing who they are, what their name is, who their grandparents and their parents are and where their mothers gave birth to them, that’s strictly prohibited.
The consensus on identity is the foundation of coexistence. Period.
You have to be completely sure of who you are or else.
Or else. Or else. Or else.
You have to know how to respond to the same questions in the same way.
Inertia will save your life. Automation will give you soul. If not.
If you can’t respond to the same questions in the same way, there’s no way to save yourself. You could lose your most prized possession. That’s to say.
You should reproduce what’s produced. Faithfully. Passionately.
Everything is recorded and reproduced. Consent doesn’t exist.
Everything is staged. Subjugation exists.
We don’t exist. We are a priority for no one.
If we were a priority for someone, they wouldn’t scorch us like they do, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so easily.
Shit. God damn it-motherfucker.
If we existed, we would be a priority for someone-motherfucking-shit.
The world has become one gigantic cinematic study.
Every moment is a scene. The dialogues go round and round, snuffing each other out.
Anyone can act out their