Authors notes: This is a play I'm writing with one of my friends. It's still a work in progress, so I'll have to post new scenes as theycomeavailable.
Scene 1
(Stage is set with three beds, a desk and chair, weights, and an assorted variety of different junk on the floor. Lights are not yet on.)
1 – I don't know, it could be fun.
2 – (bitterly) Not like we have much choice in the matter
(Dim up. Three clones walk into room. They kick the assorted variety of different junk around some. 3 lies down on his back on one bed. 1 walks over to the desk)
1 – (sits in chair, turning to face 2 Well then, Mr. "We-Are-Worth-Nothing", What would you rather do? Work at a local bar, risk being shot there, or work here? Here you at least have benefits…
2 – But I don't want benefits! I wouldn't mind being a Knight, though. At least there I would have a chance of defending myself. Besides – hey! We can get shot doing this, too! In fact, we are more likely to get shot here than at any other job!
3 – (fed up) Will you shut up, ya goddamn numbnut? First of all, you know as well as anyone else you can't become a Knight. Second, you should stop being so selfish. This job is the only reason you're alive now!
2 – (sarcastically) Oh, sure, this job is so worth being born in a fricken factory instead of waiting for the real thing.
3 – (making a sound somewhere between "Gaaaaah" and "Grrrrrh") You know you can't choose how you're born.
2 – Can't choose the job either. Lovin' life.
1 – Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm actually looking forward to it. Get to see the galaxy, get to enforce order…
2 – You just want to shoot people.
1 – Is that a crime?
2 – Pretty much.
3 – In most places, yes.
1 – Well, it isn't when we do it.
(Bell rings.)
3 – Anyway, it's time to go.
2 – (walking out) Hope there's food left.