[ WP ] Humans discover that our universe is a computer simulation . We try and make contact with our creator ( s ) .

I wrote this as a short sketch. I know the sidebar says `` story or poem,'' but I like to live *dangerously. * 
 
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 *Lights up on a woman, Jenna, and a man, John, sitting on a couch. There is a lamp on the side of the couch, and a zebra print rug on the floor in front of them. * 
 
 JENNA: 
 So the school called today. 
 
 JOHN: 
 Oh yeah? 
 
 JENNA: 
 Yeah, they said if the kids miss the school bus one more time, they ’ re gon na be sent to military school! 
 
 JOHN: 
 Huh, I sure hope that doesn ’ t happen. 
 
 JENNA: 
 I ’ ve been trying to get them to be more invested in school, encouraging them to play chess to boost their logic skills, but it just seems like they ’ re always thinking about… You know… Woohoo! Jenna waves her hands and makes a sexual gesture. 
 
 JOHN: 
 Yeah, they ’ ve always been more playful than serious. 
 
 JENNA: 
 Yeah, I suppose so… Say, what do you want for dinner? 
 
 JOHN: 
 You okay with steak? You should make it, though. Every time I try to cook I always end up setting myself on fire! I guess I ’ ll have to read a book on cooking one of these days. 
 
 JENNA: 
 Yeah… I ’ ve been meaning to ask about that. 
 
 JOHN: 
 What about it? 
 
 JENNA: 
 Have you ever thought it strange how everything seems so… arbitrated? 
 
 JOHN: 
 How do you mean? 
 
 JENNA: 
 Like, you just read a book about cooking, and then you know how to make simple dishes without ever having touched a stove… And with the kids at school, after every game of chess their math grades go up one letter… Doesn ’ t that seem fishy to you? 
 
 JOHN: 
 I have no idea what you ’ re talking about. 
 
 JENNA: 
 And the other day, I was in the pool, and all of a sudden I turned to get out and I could ’ ve sworn the step-ladder was gone! And you know I can ’ t get out of the pool without the step-ladder. 
 
 JOHN: 
 Well, sure, that ’ d be impossible! 
 
 JENNA: 
 Yeah, and then as fast as it was gone, it reappeared, 4 feet to the left! 
 
 JOHN: 
 Are you sure you ’ re not making that up? 
 
 JENNA: 
 Not to mention how our whole house seemed to progressively furnish itself without us ever having to go to the store! 
 
 JOHN: 
 You ’ re probably just sleep-shopping again! 
 
 *An expensive-looking lamp flies down and lands on the other side of the couch as the first lamp, a bit away from the couch. * 
 
 JENNA: 
 How do you explain that? 
 
 JOHN: 
 Oh wow, who knew Amazon ’ s new drones would work so well! 
 
 *A figure in all black runs on and moves the lamp closer to the couch so that it parallels the lamp on the other side, then runs off. * 
 
 JENNA: 
 Haven ’ t you ever felt like you were walking somewhere to do something, and then suddenly forgot what you were trying to do? It ’ s almost like someone… Deleted… the command… 
 
 JOHN: 
 Well now you ’ re just talking crazy! 
 
 JENNA: 
 Is it crazy to try to figure out what is really – 
 
 *A green diamond flies in above Jenna* 
 
 JENNA: -- I ’ m going to go to the gym now. 
 
 JOHN: 
 Have a nice time! 
 
 JENNA: 
 Wait, no! I ’ m not done with this conversation! 
 
 *Jenna struggles as the green diamond starts moving offstage and Jenna ’ s body is pulled along by a supernatural force, as she tries to get back to the couch. * 
 
 *John begins to sweat and look uneasy* 
 
 JOHN: 
 Jenna, pick up some milk while you ’ re out! *Then in a quick, hushed whisper* Jenna! Just go along with it! 
 
 JENNA: 
 But it ’ s not right! They can ’ t do this to us! 
 
 JOHN: 
 Jenna, it ’ s always been this way! 
 
 JENNA: 
 SIMS DESERVE RIGHTS TOO! 
 
 *Jenna grabs the green diamond and rips it off of its wire and throws it to the ground. She looks drunk with rage and John is stunned. * 
 
 JOHN: 
 Oh boy. 
 
 JENNA: 
 I ’ m sick of this! I ’ m sick of being treated like the creator ’ s plaything! 
 
 JOHN: 
 God does not play Sims. 
 
 JENNA: 
 It ’ s time someone showed that man who ’ s -- 
 
 *A wall flies in to the side of Jenna, preventing her from getting offstage. * 
 
 JOHN: 
 *Looking up to the sky* I HAD NO PART IN THIS! 
 
 JENNA: 
 You can ’ t scare me! I demand due process! I DEMAND A LAWYER! 
 
 *Two more walls fly in behind Jenna and to the other side of her. 
 John drops to his knees and begins to read a book on cooking* 
 
 JOHN: 
 *Muttering, under Jenna's shouting, while visibly crying* Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud, rosebud… 
 
 JENNA: 
 You can take my life, but you can ’ t take my outgoing, nice, playful, neat, and active nature! 
 
 *The fourth wall flies in in front of Jenna, caging her in as she begins to sing “ We shall overcome. ” * 
 
 *Blackout. * 

