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The Machne by Erik Parker
The Machne by Erik Parker
The Machne by Erik Parker
By
Erik Parker
INT. ROOM - UNKNOWN
Dirty, oily gears turn slowly.
A dark liquid drips slowly through clear tubing.
A pair of hands reaches into the chamber and pulls the plate
away.
A thin, toned man, JOHN sits in torn, tattered clothing, his
meal situated in his lap.
John takes a sip from the glass, then begins scooping the
mush into his mouth with his bare hands. A moan of
satisfaction comes from his mouth.
He grabs the cup from the chamber and takes a sip, careful
to not spill a drop.
John turns and reads the monitor, one hand gripping the side
of it.
JOHN
Of course, dear, how could I
forget.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
JOHN
That’s all you’ll get out of me
tonight, dear.
John sits back down at his bench and continues working away.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
John looks down at the monitor and strokes hand down the
side.
JOHN
Perfect.
He turns back to his bench.
JOHN
Now, all I’ve got to do to keep you
running is replace a bit of this--
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
JOHN
Hm?
The monitor reads: STATUS: NORMAL
John puts his chalk down and steps toward the machine.
He disinterestedly yanks the battery from the machine and
pulls a vial from his desk.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
John pops the cap of the battery open and empties the vial
into it. He closes the battery and replaces it in the
machine. He does this all without care, in rote, routine
fashion.
John picks up his chalk and returns to his mural.
He scrapes away at the wall, slowly creating a larger scene
with more buildings surrounding the man in the desert.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
Blood drips down a pipe, dripping off the end into an open
funnel.
The monitor reads: RESERVES: 95%