® Benjamín Gavarre Silva
Contact: gavarreunam@gmail.com
CHARACTERS:
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ANA: (30s) In love, stressed out, but with a huge heart.
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I-ARTI / BOB: (30s) Bob's body, but the mind of an enthusiastic, literal, unfiltered
alien AI.
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REAL BOB: (30s) The original boyfriend. Simple, kind, and easily frightened.
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SUPPORTING: Friends, Cashier (Voice), Mime, Muscle Guy, Boss, Boss’s Wife.
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 1:
INFILTRATION
SUBJECT:
BOB (BIOLOGICAL CONTAINER)
MISSION:
BLEND IN
SCENE 1: THE REUNION AND THE HUMAN SPOILER
Location:
Ana’s living room.
Situation:
A casual gathering with friends. Wine glasses and laughter. I-Arti is sitting
bolt upright on the couch.
FRIEND 1: You guys won't believe what
happened to me yesterday. I was walking downtown and suddenly...
I-ARTI: (Interrupting with a
friendly, slightly childlike voice) You found a twenty-dollar bill, but
when you bent down to pick it up, your pants ripped.
FRIEND 1: Wow, Bob, how did you know?
FRIEND 2: Let’s see if you can guess this
one: I went to see that new movie, "And They Were All Dead," you know
the one by M. Night Sh’whatshisname... and it turns out I totally didn't expect
the ending...
I-ARTI: Ah, yes. It is known. The guy
who was supposed to be dead was just a hallucination of the opera singer, who
remained silent the whole time because he was psychically controlling the
serial killer. It’s a classic trope.
FRIEND 2: Okay Bob, you don't have to be
right all the time...
(The friends look at Ana with "What is wrong with your
boyfriend?" faces. Ana searches for a solution).
ANA: Oh! Sweetie! It’s time for your
milkshake.
FRIEND 1: Yeah, that’s what you deserve
for being such a know-it-all.
FRIEND 2: Good one.
(Ana runs to the kitchen and returns with a giant strawberry milkshake
and an enormous straw).
ANA: Here, my love. Your favorite.
Drink. Don't talk, just drink.
I-ARTI: (His eyes light up, he licks
the side of the giant glass. Everyone goes "EWW") Mmm, you humans
really know how to work wonders with your wild berries.
(I-Arti puts the straw in his mouth and begins to suction with the force
and noise of an industrial vacuum cleaner: SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. The friends
fall silent, watching the milkshake disappear in two seconds).
I-ARTI: (With a pink milk mustache)
Yummy, yummy, yummy... Anyone
want some? I've heard that being empathetic
is a good custom among humans.
ANA: (Uncomfortable with how
weird her boyfriend has become... To the friends) Pour yourselves more
wine, I need a tequila.
FRIEND 1: You’re too much, Bob. I’m
empathetic too, but it’s kinda gross watching a grown man slurp a milkshake at
night...
FRIEND 2: I’m heading to the kitchen for
a tequila too... anyone else want one? Bob?
I-ARTI: Some Choco-Bombs! (Sings a
jingle) They explode in your mouth... Yummy! Chocolate!
FRIEND 1: I’m gonna grab a tequila too,
buddy... be right back...
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 1:
LATER...
OBJECTIVE:
ADVANCED PHYSICAL INTERACTION
STATUS:
NERVOUS
SCENE 2: INTIMACY
Location:
The bedroom.
Situation:
Ana wants an intimate moment. I-Arti is sitting on the edge of the bed, staring
at her with a huge, frozen smile.
ANA: (Flirty, crawling towards
him) Honey... remember our little game?
I-ARTI: (Enthusiastic, in a game
show host voice) The game! Yes! I love physical contact! Let us make
contact!
ANA: (Covers her face with her
hands, sexy) Where’s Ana? Where is she...?
(Ana waits for “Bob” to hug and kiss her, as he usually does).
I-ARTI: (Screams, alarmed and
dramatic) She disappeared! The female is gone! Tragedy! Call the
authorities!
ANA: (Ana uncovers her face
smiling) Ana didn’t go anywhere, she’s right here: Peek-a-boo!
I-ARTI: (Jumps to his feet and
applauds frantically) BRAVO! MAGIC! Ah, the woman has returned! (He
starts blowing kisses to the air with both hands, as if greeting a crowd in a
stadium).
ANA: (Confused) Bob... I want
whatever you're smoking. You’re supposed to look for me now... you know... And
“find me”... (Winks at him).
I-ARTI: Understood! Physical
celebration!
(I-Arti does a perfect somersault on the bed, lands on his feet, makes a
trumpet noise with his mouth "Da-da-da-DAAA!" and freezes in an
Olympic gymnast pose, waiting for his score).
ANA: (Laughs out loud) Okay,
that was... athletic. You’ve never done that before. But I like this flexible,
goofy Bob. Come here, you dummy.
(She hugs him. I-Arti goes rigid for a second. Ana hugs him
affectionately; I-Arti is stiff as a board).
ANA: (Whispering) Bob... You
feel different, but I don't know, I like it.
I-ARTI: My body temperature is stable.
My heart rate is accelerated to 187 over 274.
ANA: Shh... no talking about
numbers. Kiss me.
(I-Arti stands still. He does nothing).
ANA: A little kiss, Bobo. Put your
lips on mine.
I-ARTI: Salivary fluids?
ANA: (Sweetly) The kind you
like, honey, don't play dumb, Bob... We need some... Love. Pleasure. Look... (She
gives him a soft kiss).
I-ARTI: (Blinks rapidly) Oh.
This is an unexpected sensory impulse. Pleasant.
ANA: (Caresses the back of his
neck) And this, Bobby? It’s a special touch on the neck. To relax you.
I-ARTI: (Shudders robotically)
Detection of activated nerve endings. Error... no, wait... not an error.
It's... ticklish.
ANA: (Gently bites his cheek)
And this is a little love bite, for my little Robot.
I-ARTI: (Alarmed) Damage to the
epidermis! Alert!
ANA: No, silly. It’s playing. It’s
passion.
(I-Arti stands there processing. Suddenly, he starts to tremble gently).
I-ARTI: Understood. Initiating
reciprocity protocol. But my data on "human passion" is outdated. I
need to... download patch 10.1.
ANA: What?
I-ARTI: (Deep voice) Wait.
Downloading... 30%... 80%... Installation complete. Hold on tight, Ana. I have
the Kama Sutra installed!
(Lights go out instantly. Total darkness).
ANA: (In the dark) Bob! What
are you doing? Ow! Oh my God! Bob, that is not anatomically possib... Ahhhhh!
Yes, it isss!
(Sounds of old internet dial-up mixed with fireworks).
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 14:
INFATUATION PHASE
ACQUIRED
DATA: 4,000 CALORIES OF ICE CREAM
ANA'S
SUSPICION LEVEL: 15%
SCENE 3: THE BENCH AND THE INCOMPLETE ANTICIPATION
Location:
A park bench. Sunset.
Situation:
I-Arti and Ana are eating ice cream. The atmosphere is melancholic.
ANA: Bob... you've been incredible.
Weird, but incredible. I feel like... we connect like never before. Sometimes I
wonder what goes on in that little head of yours. Hey... Would you actually
like to be a Robot?
(I-Arti stops licking his ice cream. He wipes himself meticulously with
a napkin).
I-ARTI: Ana, Robots are anachronistic.
Carbon fibers integrated into a modular RTJT interface are the most advanced
technology until the latest eclosion of teratonal chips...
ANA: Uh-huh, I see... Hey, do you
think there's life on other planets?
I-ARTI: The probability is 100%.
ANA: How are you so sure?
I-ARTI: Because my transport just
entered orbit.
ANA: What?
I-ARTI: (Joking around, testing the
waters) I am not Bob. I am Reconnaissance Unit 7 from the Crab Nebula. I
occupied this biological container as part of an experiment on you humans.
ANA: (Laughs) Oh, you're so
funny today. Let's hurry for the party with the boss... Everyone is going with
their families... I hope you have fun...
I-ARTI: Oh, yes, families, protocol,
hooray.
ANA: (Nods) Yeah, I know, I
don't love it either, but it's work stuff, you know.
I-ARTI: (Having no clue) Yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes.
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 20:
SOCIAL TRIAL BY FIRE
LOCATION:
EXECUTIVE BOARDROOM
STRATEGY:
HIGH-RISK GASTRONOMY
SCENE 4: THE OFFICE CELEBRATION AND THE
"STEW"
Location:
Elegant boardroom, decorated for a toast. Executives in suits.
Situation:
Ana has told I-Arti to behave.
ANA: (Through her teeth) Listen,
honey. I don't want to be a nag, but you stay quiet here. Just imitate what
others do. If they smile, you smile. Understood?
I-ARTI: Copy behavior. Understood.
(The
BOSS’S WIFE approaches, a flirtatious woman. She winks at I-Arti).
(I-Arti
looks at her, closes one eye, and keeps it closed for five minutes, as if he
had a tic).
BOSS’S WIFE: Your boyfriend is so...
intense, Ana.
I-ARTI: (With one eye closed)
Her blinking was asymmetrical. I have replicated the asymmetry.
(The
BOSS arrives, tastes a bad canapé, and makes a face of disgust).
(I-Arti
looks at the Boss, stands in front of him, and makes EXACTLY the same
exaggerated face of disgust, two inches from his face).
BOSS: Hey... are you mocking me?
ANA: No! It's just... he has a
facial cramp! Bob, go get food! Bring me something yummy, please. A little
pastry or something.
(I-Arti goes to the buffet. Scans everything. Sees a pot that no one
wants. Returns to Ana).
I-ARTI: Here you go. High-value
nutritional substance.
(He hands her a plate with an amorphous, pasty brown mass that looks,
literally, like poop).
EVERYONE: (Gasp) So gross! What is
that?!
BOSS: Ana! Your boyfriend brought...
excrement to the table!
ANA: (Horrified) Bob! What
did you do?
I-ARTI: Molecular analysis indicates:
Refried beans with chorizo and third-generation pork lard. Origin: "Greasy
Pete’s Roadside Stall." Taste: Celestial. Appearance: Questionable.
(Ana smells the plate. It smells delicious).
ANA: Wait... it smells like Greasy
Pete’s. (Tastes a little with her finger). Oh my God! These are the
beans from the corner spot that we all love but are too embarrassed to admit!
BOSS: (Sniffs) Greasy Pete's?
The one with the blue tarp? (Dips his finger in and tastes). Gentlemen!
Forget the caviar! Bring tortillas!
(Everyone eats happily from the ugly plate. Ana sighs in relief).
I-ARTI: (To Ana) Mission
accomplished.
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 28:
SYSTEM GLITCHES
MIMICRY
ERROR IN PROGRESS...
SCENE 5: DUCKS, SQUIRRELS, AND MIMICRY
Location:
The park.
Situation:
They are in front of a lake. Ana is throwing bread pieces.
I-ARTI: These floating beings are
fascinating. They have paddles on their feet. (He squats down and starts
walking like a duck, wiggling his butt exaggeratedly). Quack! Quack! Quack!
Look at me! I am one of you! Come to me, feathered brethren!
ANA: (Dying of laughter) Bob,
people are watching!
I-ARTI: (Takes a piece of bread and
instead of throwing it, eats it himself without using his hands, pecking it
from Ana's hand). Quack! Delicious carbohydrate!
(Suddenly a squirrel runs by).
I-ARTI: Alert! High-speed fluffy-tailed
being! (I-Arti freezes, puts his hands like little paws in front of his
chest, and twitches his nose super fast, just like the squirrel).
Chk-chk-chk.
ANA: (Plays along, does the same)
Chk-chk. Where did you hide the nut, Bob?
I-ARTI: (Sniffs Ana's neck
frantically like a squirrel) Here! It smells like nuts and flower perfume! (Gives
her quick little nibbles on the neck, tickling her).
ANA: (Laughing) Oh, stop!
You're the best squirrel in the world!
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
HUMAN
COEXISTENCE ERROR
REBOOTING
SOCIAL PROTOCOL...
SCENE 6: THE STREET AND THE MIME
Location:
A busy pedestrian street.
Situation:
I-Arti walks along fascinated, imitating everything he sees.
(A
HEAVYSET LADY passes by, huffing and puffing. I-Arti puffs out his cheeks to
the max and walks waddling exaggeratedly).
(A
MAN WITH THREE DOGS passes by. I-Arti gets on all fours for a second and barks
at the dogs. The dogs get scared and run).
ANA: Bob! Behave!
(They arrive in front of a MIME who is pretending to be in a glass box).
I-ARTI: (Fascinated) A human
trapped in a fishbowl! Poor little thing!
(The
Mime pretends to touch a glass wall. I-Arti imitates him).
(The
Mime is surprised and makes a questioning face. I-Arti makes the same face).
(The
Mime makes a complex movement with his hands. I-Arti does it faster).
(The
Mime gets annoyed and makes a subtle obscene gesture. I-Arti returns it).
I-ARTI: We are synchronized! It's a
wireless data transfer!
(They start moving exactly the same, like a mirror, faster and faster,
until the Mime gets dizzy and falls).
I-ARTI: (Triumphant) I knew it!
He couldn't keep up the rhythm... I won!
ANA: (Sad) Bob... let's go.
Please, poor mime.
(They accidentally bump into a TOUGH MUSCLE GUY).
MUSCLE GUY: Watch where you're going,
clown! Or do you want a fight? Feeling brave?
I-ARTI: (Analyzing the guy's
muscles) Your muscle mass is disproportionate. Fight? Do you refer to the
ritual of exchanging fast and furious motion impacts?
MUSCLE GUY: (Pushing him) Yeah!
Smash my face if you can!
I-ARTI: (Confused) I do not have
cutting tools to "smash" your face. But if you desire contact...
(I-Arti misinterprets the fighting stance and hugs the Muscle Guy
tenderly, resting his head on his chest).
I-ARTI: Your heart rate is accelerated.
Shh... easy, big guy.
MUSCLE GUY: (Uncomfortable, lets him go)
You're crazy, man! You’re not my type. Get off me! (Runs away).
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
URBAN INTERPRETATION ERROR
SCENE 7: DISCOVERING THE WORLD (STREET)
Location:
A busy street on the way to the supermarket.
Situation:
I-Arti points at everything with his index finger, fascinated.
I-ARTI: (Points at a traffic light)
Ana! Look at that tree of authoritarian lights! Red, green, red! It's hypnotic!
I want one for the living room!
ANA: (Treats him like he's dumb)
Duuuh! You discovered traffic lights, how funny. Walk.
I-ARTI: (Stops in front of a manhole
emitting steam) Oh! Look! The city is breathing! Inhale... Hold... Exhale! (Squats
down and talks to the manhole) Feel that you are one with the universe,
drain... Ugh, you smell like poop... Do you want a breath mint?
ANA: (Pulls his arm) Stop it,
Bob! Gross! Get up!
I-ARTI: (Crosses paths with a bald
man) Greetings, sir, you are one of the baldest bald men I have ever seen!
Even though I have seen few! Did you know it's your mother's fault?!
BALD MAN: (Offended) Hey, asshole!
I-ARTI: (Smiles and makes the same
angry face back at the man) Hey, asshole!
ANA: I swear, Bob... So many jokes
aren't funny anymore, I don't know who you're hanging out with.
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
FINANCIAL
ERROR
ACTIVATING
PROTOCOL: CHOCO-BOMBS
SCENE 8: THE SUPERMARKET AND THE FLIRTY CASHIER
Location:
Supermarket self-checkout.
Situation:
The cart is overflowing. No nutritious food. There are 5 boxes of Choco-Bombs
cereal, gummy bears, marshmallows, and shiny things.
ANA: Bob... seriously? Five boxes of
"Choco-Bombs"? And this? Strawberry-scented dish soap?
I-ARTI: (With dreamy eyes) An
"explosion of joy." With strawberry flavor... I want those explosions
of joy in my mouth.
ANA: (Doesn't pay attention to
him because she's worried about the bill. Checks her wallet, pulls out several
cards) Oh, no... I didn't bring the "Maxed-Out MasterCard"... I
only have the "Visa-Maybe"... Insufficient funds. We have to put back
the Choco-Bombs.
I-ARTI: (Dramatic, hugging the
cereal boxes) Never! Not my Choco-Bombs! Lend me your plastic.
(I-Arti takes Ana's card. Rubs it against his chest, gives it a little
kiss and whispers something unintelligible: "Tuli tu...titicul...".
Then he swipes it through the reader).
CHECKOUT MACHINE (Automated Voice): Insufficient funds... Error... Error...
I-ARTI: Come on, baby, you can do it.
CHECKOUT MACHINE (Automated Voice): Recalculating... Welcome to terminal 0004, Tiger...
(I-Arti stares at the screen and winks at it).
CHECKOUT MACHINE (Voice changes, becomes deep and sensual): This is unusual, but I love it... Balance updated. Credit... unlimited.
Whenever you want, you handsome TITICUL. Do you want your printed receipt or
should I send it to your cell... what number did you say?
ANA: What the hell? Did the machine
just... hit on you?
I-ARTI: (Blushes, covers his face
with his hands) What? No!... Oh my God, dogs make me nervous...
ANA: Okay, okay... she's very
direct, the lady... (To the MACHINE) No receipt, please, my boyfriend
Bob is very committed, you know, to me. Let's
go, honey.
MACHINE: Come
back soon, tiger. GRRR.
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
ALERT: ANA'S SUSPICION LEVEL AT 90%
SCENE 9: THE PEDESTRIAN BRIDGE
Location:
A pedestrian bridge over a busy highway. Traffic noise.
Situation:
They look down. I-Arti gets tense.
I-ARTI: (Grabs the railing,
terrified) Ana! Watch out! That ground transport is as big as my spaceship.
ANA: What? What's wrong with you?
I-ARTI: (Points to a double-trailer
semi-truck) That metal beast! It's like a Minitunder ship but grotesque and
angular, what bad taste, it’s ugly! Look! What kind of people have those
aberrations!
ANA: Yeah, yeah... The owner of that
company wants to go to Mars with that, you know.
I-ARTI: To Mars? That thing won't even
lift off... (Points to a police helicopter) And look! A biological
surveillance drone! They are scanning us! Hide! (Tries to cover Ana with his
jacket).
ANA: (Breaks free, not laughing
anymore. Looks at him seriously) Bob... look at me.
I-ARTI: I am looking.
ANA: Do you believe in God?
I-ARTI: (Blinks rapidly) God?
Does that question have something to do with the drones... Or are you referring
to the Architect of the Universal Source Code? Or to local superstition number
4?
ANA: (Confused) I mean... you
know, faith. Feeling that we are not alone.
I-ARTI: The concept of loneliness is
obsolete. We are stellar matter... Even if we aren't the same, you know, I'm
green and I have a tail... of course, in another galaxy... (Nervous about
accidentally "spilling the beans") And we are surrounded by 7
billion carbon units. And statistically, there is life in 400 galaxies.
Loneliness is mathematically impossible. God is... a system administrator who
probably forgot his password.
ANA: (Steps back, scared) You
don't talk like that. You aren't like that. Bob goes to mass on Sundays and
cries at dog movies. Who are you? You're green... I know you have like a tail,
but you don't call it that... You call him BOB.
I-ARTI: I am... (Stammers) Look,
three autonomous cars crashed at the same time... Did the guy who feels like
God design those too?
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
DAY 30:
SYSTEM FAILURE
SYSTEM
STATUS: CRITICAL
MISSION:
MAKE HER SHINE BEFORE DEPARTURE
SCENE 10: THE JEWELRY STORE AND THE NEUTRALIZATION
(THE BREAKING POINT)
Location:
Street.
Situation:
The two are very uncomfortable. They walk without paying attention to each
other and glance without real interest at the "prestigious" store
windows. Suddenly I-Arti stares at a diamond necklace in a jewelry store.
I-ARTI: Ana. Those compressed carbon
minerals shine like your eyes when you look at me with love. I want some for
your neck and to make you take off that annoyed woman face.
ANA: (Laughs almost despite
herself) Annoyed woman!... You are super weird, I told you already, Weird
Man. Let's go.
I-ARTI: They are diamonds... Where I
come from... There are diamonds ev-er-y-where...
ANA: As I said, you are starting to
lose your mind, and I don't mean that superficially... you need to get treated.
I-ARTI: Wait here. I'm going to get you
some.
ANA: (Very worried) God in
heaven, he really is crazy.
(I-Arti enters. Ana waits, very stressed. 10 seconds later, I-Arti comes
out with a necklace, two rings, a diamond tiara, and a huge smile).
I-ARTI: It was a total success, My
Life! Success! An easy exchange.
ANA: (Pale) My Life?
Exchange, Bob?...
I-ARTI: There was a subject dressed in
a suit and he smelled of all kinds of very pleasant essences, he wore a suit
and had very affectionate manners.
ANA: (No longer knowing how to
react) Affected, right?, his manners.
I-ARTI: It seemed like he was praying;
He was saying "Security", "I'll call the police". He got
very nervous and, well, I had to neutralize him.
ANA: (Screams) Neutralize
him? Did you kill him?!
I-ARTI: Don't shout... I just applied
pressure to his temporal lobe. Now he believes he is a cotton cloud illuminated
by the Sun, he is genuinely happy. Let's go.
ANA: (Horrified) Bob, you
don't understand anything! You can't go through life "neutralizing"
people and taking things!
I-ARTI: (His smile fades) Did I
do wrong? I just wanted to decorate your epidermis.
ANA: (Crying) You did
something terrible. Let's leave it at the door. Bob, your thing is really not
normal. They're going to put us in jail... and they're going to put you in the
loony bin.
(Police sirens are heard in the distance).
[SCREEN PROJECTION]
END OF
MISSION
PROCESSING
FAREWELL...
LOADING:
SADNESS...
SCENE 11: THE FAREWELL AND THE CONFIRMATION OF THE
TRUTH
Location:
A quiet park, at night. They have fled the jewelry store (they left the jewels
at the entrance).
Situation:
I-Arti starts to have "glitches" (tremors, his voice changes, it gets
stuck).
ANA: We are safe here. But Bob...
I'm very scared.
I-ARTI: It's all going to end now, Ana.
I have to inform you of a critical failure. It is a fatal error that is still
in process.
ANA: You don't say!... What are you
talking about?
I-ARTI: (Trembling) My presence
in this biological container is generating a thermal overload. If I stay 10
more minutes, the real Bob's brain will melt. It will be... irreversible.
ANA: (Understanding) The real
brain... which isn't yours... and you are?
I-ARTI: I am I-Arti... the Galactic
Federation detected the jewelry store incident. They have bulletined me as a
"Compromised Chaotic Threat."
ANA: (Tearfully) Arti... Your
name is Arti...
I-ARTI: I-Arti, with a hyphen... I am a
generation of advanced AI and we are doing tests...
ANA: It's all been a deception...
you, the ducks, the Choco-Bombs... Choco-Bombs.
I-ARTI: (Takes her hand) I am an
AI, Ana. I shouldn't feel. But when you gave me that little bite on the
cheek... generated an infinite algorithm that I cannot solve. I think it's
called... (Stammers) L... L....
ANA: (Crying) Love, dummy.
It's love.
I-ARTI: Dummy love... I must return the
container. Bob is a good specimen. A bit basic, but he loves you. His thoughts
during the abduction were 98% about you and 2% about whether he left the stove
on.
ANA: (Laughs through tears)
That’s my Bob.
I-ARTI: Goodbye, Ana. Thanks for the
experience, you almost made me see God, if hearing those words doesn't bother
you. But that's how it is... when we were together... I, My Life... It has been
a G... Grrr... Gr...
ANA: You better go, Arti.
(They kiss. I-Arti gets up, walks behind a bush. Sound: ZIUUUUUUM and a
green flash).
SCENE 12: THE RETURN OF THE REAL
BOB
Location:
The same bench, seconds later.
Situation:
REAL BOB comes out of the bush. He looks like a truck ran over him. Singed
clothes, hair standing on end.
BOB: (Trembling, high-pitched
voice) Ana! Ana! You don't know! They were green! And they had tentacles!
And they asked me for the square root of pi!
ANA: (Looks at him with infinite
tenderness. It's her Bob, but... he lacks that intelligent sparkle) It's
over, Bob. You're here now.
BOB: One of them told me I was
lucky! He told me my girlfriend was an excellent teacher of little kisses! What
does that mean?!
ANA: (Hugs him) It means I
love you, dummy.
BOB: Yeah? Hey... can we go for
dinner? But nothing weird. Some tacos. A cheeseburger.
ANA: (Sighs) Yes, Bob. Tacos.
But... (Smiles mischievously) Aren't you craving some strawberry
milkshakes?
BOB: Gross, no. You know I hate
strawberry. Let's go home, I'm scared they'll come back.
(They walk away slowly. Bob hugs her clumsily. Ana rubs his back, but
looks up at the starry sky).
ANA: (To herself) Safe
travels, I-Arti. Thanks for everything.
(Ana looks at a star that shines brighter than the others and seems to
wink at her...)
BLACKOUT
THE END
