In the meantime, here is a short section from Act 1... just as a teaser. From what I've seen so far, this is going to be a play people in Halifax are going to want to see. I'm already planning a film version as well.
From Act 1
Enter ANONYMOUS WOMAN
ANON (casually): Anything good on TV?
LEDA: Static. What else? Why did you even give me a TV if all you're going to show me is static? I've told you that before. Play some music videos, some Seinfeld reruns . . . anything. And get me some new books while you're at it. I'm tired of this stuff. I wasn't a fan before and I'm not a fan now. Is this
some sort of brainwashing scheme?
ANON: A most inefficient one, given the time you've been in our custody. Wouldn't you think?
LEDA: I don't know what to think anymore. All I know is that I'm missing something. You're holding back.
ANON: Some might interpret that remark as a symptom of paranoia.
LEDA: Why wouldn't I be paranoid at this point? Sounds like a decent way to pass the time to me. And I'm sick to death of this . . . [Wrenches off suction cup and rubs her temple.]
ANON: I've told you not to do that.
LEDA: And I've told you: I don't even know if you're real. You could be a hallucination I've created to keep me company.
ANON: I can neither confirm nor deny. You should know that by now. Now reinstall the uplink before we both get in trouble.
LEDA: Are you saying you're my conscience? What if I don't put it back on? What does it matter? None of this is real.
ANON: That's a rather expansive accusation. Surely you're not including yourself.