Levels

March 30th, 2021

Starring:  Seven (45-60), Three (23-30)

Late afternoon.  The sprawling parking garage of a big tech office building.  Seven is walking to their car, listening to a podcast.  Three emerges from the stairwell, running in the distance towards Seven, lanyard flying.

THREE 

Hi 

Excuse me 

Just a second...?  Please? 

Three finally catches up, but Seven, still plugged in, doesn’t notice.  Three opts for the lightest of taps on Seven’s shoulder.  Seven stops and turns, taking out a bud.

SEVEN 

Yes? 

THREE 

Sorry hi. 

Um 

I know you don’t know me 

SEVEN 

Are you in danger? 

THREE 

No I um... 

I was there earlier today.  At the dev meeting.  I was wondering why you did that. 

SEVEN 

What? 

THREE 

That glitch.  You took all the blame for it. 

SEVEN 

It was my fault. 

THREE 

You added code to make it seem like you did it. 

I'm a level three on that team.  I noticed. 

Seven softens a little, acknowledging:

SEVEN 

If you’re not under the bus, why does it matter? 

THREE 

I'm curious why you’d throw us over it. 

SEVEN 

Everyone’s got a reason. 

THREE 

So what’s yours? 

SEVEN 

I want to get fired. 

… 

THREE 

You do? 

SEVEN 

Like nothing else. 

THREE 

But 

You’re a level seven.   

SEVEN 

True. 

THREE 

Your salary is terrifying. 

SEVEN 

True. 

THREE 

And the stock— 

SEVEN 

No kidding. 

… 

THREE 

So maybe I’m missing the nugget of wisdom here but 

what the hell are you doing? 

SEVEN 

What am I doing? 

Talking to you.  And when I’m done, I’m going to get in my car and drive home.  Have dinner, read a book.  Then I’ll go to sleep.   

And all the while, I’ll be spying on civilians, stealing data, encouraging addiction, swaying elections, spreading lies, and funding a techno-autocracy with revenues bigger than most nations’ GDPs.   

That’s what our code does.  And you and I make it do that. 

Plus if I miss another softball game, my daughter will kill me. 

… 

I’ve played ball for a while.  There are limits.  Enough times around the bases, you'll see. 

Seven moves past Three and unlocks their car:

THREE 

I could help you, if you want.  Get fired. 

Seven smiles and climbs behind the wheel:

SEVEN 

You’re helping enough. 

See you tomorrow. 

Seven closes the door and starts up the engine.  Three moves out of the way as the car backs out, zooming out of the garage.

END OF PLAY

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