SUBE y BAJA EL CUBO DE LA CAJA. Alegoría escénica.

  

 

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SUBE y BAJA EL CUBO DE LA CAJA

 

Alegoría escénica

por Gavarre Ben

 

ESCENOGRAFÍA: Un espacio blanco y minimalista. En el centro, un poste con flechas indicadoras que giran libremente. En una esquina, una enorme caja de madera que dice "PROBLEMA". El suelo está marcado con líneas de colores que se cruzan.

PERSONAJES (Interpretados por tres actores o actrices):

 

1.   ACTOR A: Ambición / La Culpa / La Ira.

2.   ACTOR B: La Prudencia / La Utopía / La Envidia.

3.   ACTOR C: Entusiasmo Ciego / La Confusión / La Lujuria.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ESCENA 1: EL CRUCE DE LAS POSTURAS

 

(La música es un ragtime de piano, frenético. Se escuchan sonidos de oficina mezclados con cláxones. Entra la AMBICIÓN por la derecha, caminando con zancos invisibles, cargando una escalera que se abre y se cierra sola.)

 

AMBICIÓN: (Gritando al poste indicador) ¡No, no, no! ¡Esa flecha miente! Yo no voy al norte, yo voy al "arriba". ¡Paso al Oro! Vengo de un sótano sin ventanas y voy directo al ático del mundo. (Intenta abrir la escalera, se le enreda en el pie, cae de bruces, se levanta al instante). ¡Nada ha pasado! El éxito no conoce la gravedad. Mi objetivo es que mi sombra tape a las demás sombras.

(Entra la PRUDENCIA. Aparece de la nada, justo detrás de Ambición, como si hubiera estado pegada a su espalda todo el tiempo.)

 

PRUDENCIA: (Haciendo sonar un silbato) ¡FALTA! ¡Infracción estética y técnica! Vengo del país del "Por si acaso" y mi objetivo es que el aire no se mueva sin mi sello de inspección. (Saca una cinta métrica y mide la distancia entre la nariz de Ambición y el suelo). Inadmisible. Estás demasiado cerca del suelo para ser ideal, y demasiado lejos de la lógica para ser idóneo.

AMBICIÓN: ¡Quita, gris! ¡Que me manchas el aura dorada! Esta escalera es mi derecho divino. ¡Voy a subir encima de esa caja y desde ahí hablaré sobre mi reino soberano!

 

(Entra el ENTUSIASMO CIEGO. Aparece rebotando entre los dos, como una pelota de hule rosa neón.)

 

ENTUSIASMO CIEGO: (Tocando una bocina de aire: ¡HONK! ¡HONK!) ¡Wuuuu! ¡Energía! ¡Caos! ¡Movimiento! No sé quiénes son ni de qué hablan, pero ¡apoyo la moción! ¡Aprobado! ¡Firmado! ¡Vengo de la chispa y voy al incendio! ¿Hay que subir? ¡Subamos! ¿Hay que bajar? ¡Bajemos! ¡Lo importante es no quedarse quieto!

 

(Empieza un combate físico. Ambición trata de abrir la escalera; Prudencia trata de medir la escalera; Entusiasmo trata de usar la escalera como columpio. Los tres terminan enredados. Sonido de cortocircuito digital: "ZAP-ZAP-GLLLLL". Se va la luz durante unsegundo.)

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ESCENA 2: EL ESTANCAMIENTO DEL CUBO

(Luz azulada y densa. Música de tango melancólico. Los personajes se han transformado. Ahora están pegados a la caja que dice: "PROBLEMA".)

 

LA CULPA: (Tirada en el suelo, abrazada a la base de la caja). Es inútil. Vengo del error y voy al remordimiento. Este cubo es el monumento a mis fracasos. Es su más notorio símbolo. Yo soy la Culpable. Pesa mil toneladas. Si intentamos moverlo, el universo se colapsará. Mi objetivo es quedarme aquí hasta volverme madera o estiércol qué soy yo.

LA UTOPÍA: (Mirando por encima de sus gafas de sol con forma de corazón). ¡Siempre hay algún Pesimista! ¡Todos ustedes son Almas débiles! Yo Vengo del mañana eterno. Esto no es una caja, es la semilla de un rascacielos de paz. Mi objetivo es construir un jardín flotante encima de este Problema. ¡Solo necesitamos creer! (Sopla burbujas hacia la caja).

LA CONFUSIÓN: (Con el cubo de basura en la cabeza, golpeando la madera con la cuchara). ¿Hola? ¿Hay alguien ahí? ¿Este es el baño de hombres o la salida de emergencia? Vengo de la duda y voy hacia el "quizás". Mi objetivo es encontrar el interruptor de la realidad. (A la Utopía) ¿Tus burbujas son de fresa o son de mango? ¿Puedo comer una?

LA CULPA: ¡Rechazo tu alegría! ¡Es un insulto a mi sufrimiento! ¡Déjenme ser la protagonista del conflicto!

LA UTOPÍA: ¡Rechazo tu ridícula carga! Nadie te ha nombrado Mártir de la caja. No te quieras quedar con todo el crédito, ah, y si quieres morirte, no me opongo.

(Empiezan a empujar la caja en direcciones opuestas. Se agotan. Se quedan jadeando. Sonido de tambores de guerra: "BUM-BUM-BUM".)

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ESCENA 3: LA INVASIÓN DE LAS PASIONES

(Las luces se vuelven rojas. Música de galope de alta velocidad. Los personajes se arrancan las ropas exteriores para revelar los colores de las Pasiones.)

 

LA IRA: (Chocando las tapas de olla: ¡CLANG!). ¡FUERA DE AQUÍ! ¡Vengo de la bilis y voy al incendio! ¡Odio este cubo porque no es una esfera! ¡Odio que me miren! ¡Odio este teatro y odio al público que nomás nos ve y no hace nada! GRRRRR. (Patea la caja y grita de dolor).  Ahhhhhhg. ¡Maldito objeto inanimado! ¡Te declaro la guerra!

LA ENVIDIA: (Con su lupa gigante, examinando las manos de la Ira). ¿Y Por qué tus platos brillan más que mis ojos? ¡No es justo! Yo debería tener esos platos. Y tú (A la Lujuria, que acaba de entrar), ¿Por qué tú eres tan tú, yo deberia ser tú y no tú. ¿Por qué tan grande tu dese? ¿Me das? Quiero todo de ti. Vengo de la carencia y voy por lo tuyo.

LA LUJURIA: (Corriendo con una red de mariposas). ¡Es Mío! ¡Mío! ¡Todo es delicioso! Vengo del apetito y voy al exceso. ¡Quiero la caja, quiero el poste, quiero el confeti de la orgía, quiero la miel, quiero la carne, quiero terminar alguna vez sin sentir que me hace falta más! AHHHHHG. (Atrapa la cabeza de la Ira con la red). ¡Ya eres mío, pedazo de fuego!

 

(Comienza Una persecución en círculo. La Ira persigue a la Envidia; la Envidia persigue a la Lujuria; la Lujuria persigue a la Ira. Se cruzan, saltan sobre la caja, se resbalan. Es un remolino de colores rojo, verde y morado. De repente, chocan los tres contra la caja y se quedan congeladas.)

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ESCENA 4: EL DESENGAÑO Y LA ESPERANZA CIEGA

(Silencio absoluto. Los tres personajes se despegan de la caja con un sonido de ventosa. Se miran, agotados y cínicos.)

 

LA CONFUSIÓN/LUJURIA: (Sacudiéndose la red). Bueno... tengo una propuesta. Si yo tiro de acá, la Envidia mira por allá y la Ira patea por acullá... tal vez movamos esta cosa. No por amor, sino para dejar de vernos las caras.

 

(Se alinean. Empujan al unísono con un esfuerzo coreografiado. La caja se desliza suavemente fuera de escena, luego se atora, pero finalmente sale del escenario.

Hay un segundo de triunfo: Fanfarrias, luz dorada, más fanfarrias. Pero la luz se vuelve cruda rápidamente.)

 

 

ACTOR A: (Se acomoda la corona torcida). Seamos honestos: yo puse el 90% del esfuerzo. Ustedes solo acompañaron el movimiento. Si no es por mi empuje y mis innegables capacidades, seguiríamos ahí y el problema seguiría estando presente.

ACTOR B: (Guardando su lupa con desprecio). ¡Mentira! Yo encontré el eje de fricción. Tú solo eres un animal de carga. Mañana mismo me busco otro equipo, uno que esté a mi altura intelectual.

ACTOR C: (Mirando al vacío). ¡Y ahora qué hago! ¡Qué aburrido! Ahora que no hay problema, ya no tengo qué desear. Extraño la caja. Era un buen Problema, muy sólido. ¿Nadie tiene algún problemita que le sobre? ¿Uno pequeñito?

(Se miran con desprecio. El público se da cuenta de que están a punto de repetir la Escena 1. La naturaleza humana no ha cambiado ni un milímetro.)

 

ACTOR A: (Al público). Eso es todo… ¿O Qué esperaban? ¿Un abrazo grupal?

ACTOR B: Eso solo pasa en las películas cursis. Nosotros somos reales.

ACTOR C: O sea, somos un desastre. ¡Pero qué divertido fue este desmadre!

 

(De repente, estalla una música de CHARLESTÓN ultra-optimista, brillante, con trompetas felices. Es una música que ignora la miseria humana. Los tres actores, a regañadientes al principio y luego con una alegría cínica y mecánica, empiezan a bailar un can-can perfecto.)

 

TODOS: (Cantando mientras bailan hacia el público).

 

¡No hay arreglo, no hay final!

¡El ser humano es un animal!

¡Mañana todo volverá a empezar!

¡Pero hoy... vamos todos a bailar!

 

 

(Hacen una reverencia final exagerada. El Actor A intenta salir primero empujando a los otros; el Actor B le roba el sombrero a C en el último segundo; y el Actor C sale saludando a alguien que no existe mientras cae el TELÓN RÁPIDO.)

FIN

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PANGEA 2.0 (THE BAR OF OBLIVION) (Absurdist Farce / Dystopian Satire).

 

 

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PANGEA 2.0

(THE BAR 

OF OBLIVION)

 (Absurdist Farce / Dystopian Satire).

By GAVARRE BENJAMIN

 

© INDAUTOR

Cd. De México

BENJAMÍN GAVARRE SILVA

Contact: bengavarre@gmail.com

gavarreunam@gmail.com

 

Synopsis

In a world where Mondays are canceled due to budget cuts and Africa has been rebranded as "America 2," the Bar of Oblivion becomes the final refuge for the elite and the decayed. Amidst shots of radioactive chocolate and news of an imminent apocalypse, a glitchy robot bartender begins to leak the tax secrets of the world’s masters. While the "Puppeteer" attempts to restart reality with a remote control, Bob—the eternal customer—cynically watches as tragedy is transformed into a TikTok dance. A biting farce about misinformation, power, and the loss of collective memory.

 

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TITLE: PANGEA 2.0 (THE BAR OF OBLIVION)

Characters

• Z-40: A robot bartender (actor with robotic movements). He cleans glasses or the counter and sweeps the same spot over and over. He is always kind and positive, always proposing something innovative or productive. He never says no.
• Bob: The eternal customer. He drinks something intense blue or radioactive green. He is the play’s "Greek Chorus." Fast, cynical, with a wordplay-filled verbiage (sexual or political). Sometimes charming, sometimes hateful. You love to hate him.
• Donny (The Optimist): Thinks he’s very important, but there’s someone more important than him.
• THE PUPPETEER (Bruce): The big boss with total power.
• Monabeli (Playmate): The most desired and the smartest of them all.
• The King of Pop: Didn’t die; stayed alive on his private island. He rarely goes out.

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SCENE: A minimalist bar. A screen in the background shows delusional news. Z-40 sweeps obsessively to the rhythm of a wordless tango. BOB drinks a radioactive blue liquid through an absurdly long, tangled straw that wraps around his body three times before reaching the glass.

(On screen: "STARTING TUESDAY, MONDAYS ARE CANCELED.")

BOB: (Sarcastic) "Cancel Mondays?"... If you cancel Mondays, you take away the poor man's only excuse to hate his existence. Brilliant! Z-40! Get me a tequila with sangrita.

Z-40: Chocolate? (He serves the tequila with a movement so rigid that the glass hits the bar with a thunderous crash, making Bob jump in his seat).

(Enter the PLAYMATE, blonde, exuberant. She is chewing gum loudly.)

MONABELI: I never, ever do anything on Mondays... If they cancel them, it’ll be a relief... That way I’ll have time to wash my clothes and I won’t have to remember my dog Bob, who died on a Monday I no longer want to remember. (She blows a giant bubble that covers her entire face; she peels it off with one finger and sticks it under the bar).

BOB: Hey, princess, my name is Bob. You can’t name your dog Bob...

MONABELI: Talking to me costs a hundred dollars a minute... so far you owe me 5.3 seconds... do the math.

Z-40: (Sweeping Monabeli’s feet so vigorously she has to hop as if playing jump rope) You owe her three dollars and fifty cents. Warning: I am an AI and I may glitch; sometimes I mistake love for a bank transaction.

BOB: Holy scams, my Dolly Parton... Let’s see if you can even charge me. It’s a deal I never signed... in fact, I can sue you for unsolicited pre-emptive billing fraud...

(MONABELI shoots him with a circus pistol: a flag pops out saying "BANG!". BOB falls dramatically, stays stiff for a second, and then pops up like a spring, laughing hysterically. The three laugh maniacally.)

(Enter DONNY (The Optimist) wearing a large hat that says: "MAKE PANGEA GREAT AGAIN." He tries to sit impressively on a swivel stool, but the stool begins to spin slowly as he speaks.)

DONNY: Make way for progress! I bought the bar. I bought the building. So this bar is mine, that robot is mine, and you, recurring customer, are probably part of the inventory. (The hat falls over his eyes; he continues speaking blindly while gesturing).

BOB: Careful, Donny. I am only part of myself. I spread the virus of misinformation and I am immune to logic.

DONNY: (Pushes his hat up with a slap) You have a CNN face and your mother is a cow. Fired! Z-40, get me something that tastes like the freedom to invade. Did you see the news? "America 2" (formerly Africa). It’s beautiful!

Z-40: (Serves him a glass of orange liquid) Chocolate, Donny? We have malted milk chocolate, morning milk, caterpillar milk...

DONNY: (Still spinning on the stool, now with his back to the audience) Don't go on... Z-40, better get me a glass of "Distilled Immigrant Blood." I assume you saw the news... I changed Africa’s name: now it’s called "America 2"... it’ll have the best golf courses. No immigrants and no animals; we’ll use the animals to feed the population. We’ll melt Antarctica to cool the desert. I’ll grow many beautiful, lovely potatoes to sell to Macduffin. It’ll be a great business, oh, very good. It’s a beautiful plan!

(On screen: "THE PRESIDENT CHANGES THE NAME OF AFRICA TO AMERICA 2")

BOB: Look at that! The Congo will now be called "Little Texas." The world is becoming a theme park of bad taste.

(Enter the KING OF POP, whispering, wearing a mask and skin as white as milk. He leans on the bar and leaves a perfect white handprint on the black surface.)

KING OF POP: Hee-hee... There’s nothing better than faking your own death. I recommend it, Donny. No one talks about me anymore... they don't even remember my charitable acts. (He has a robotic spasm: he does an involuntary moonwalk backward and crashes into Donny).

Z-40: (Obsessively sweeping the trail of white powder left by the King of Pop) Charitable? We have goat milk, almond milk, and powdered milk combined with powdered water.

KING OF POP: Give me a black Coke. Black is the new white... or vice versa. I protest the genocide of animals in my ancestral land, even though I am now total white.

BOB: Michael, you’re so white now I feel like painting Dalmatian spots on you.

KING OF POP: (Suffers intermittent hiccups) Don't you dare.

DONNY: (His stool stops suddenly, nearly throwing him face-first) Michael, you’re late. I already signed the decree with my fantastic and beautiful signature. You don't have ancestors; you have copyrights. And if you like animals so much, we’ll identify you as a "titi monkey" and sell you by the piece.

KING OF POP: I may be a titi monkey, but you will be remembered for all the deaths you’ve caused; even those who supported you will end up hating you.

BOB: Wow! We woke up feisty... Z-40, serve them some linden tea.

Z-40: (Hands the King of Pop a glass of black liquid so full that he has to drink it while balancing like a tower of plates). Here is your black Coke, cold... we also have chocolate, if you like, dark, or with milk... We have goat milk, bubble milk, solid milk...

KING OF POP: Ah, I see... Cheese. Give me cheese.

Z-40: Right away, King of Pop, here it is: chocolate milk.

(On screen: "THE TRUE OWNER OF THE WORLD MARRIES A CURVACEOUS PLAYMATE.")

(Enter BRUCE, THE PUPPETEER, arm in arm with MONABELI. Bruce pulls out a small remote control and, pressing a button, Z-40 and Donny perform the same military salute in unison.)

DONNY: Bruce! You came out of your secret hole. I see you married Monabeli thanks to your friend Telon Mus.

PUPPETEER: That Telon Mus is jealous of me because his money isn’t enough to have all the power I have. I’ve been behaving and I’ve stopped causing world conflicts thanks to my Mona’s caresses. (He touches the King of Pop’s shoulder and his hand gets stained white; he wipes the dust off on Donny's jacket).

BOB: I thought you were going to say "thanks to my Mona's massive backside."

PUPPETEER: Careful, recurring customer. I’ve sent deadly drones for less than that.

BOB: Send me the drone, but I guarantee it’ll blow up in your face, you arrogant prick.

PUPPETEER: This guy is so stupid I actually like him.

(The screen says: "CHAOS HAS TAKEN OVER THE PLANET NOW THAT THE PUPPETEER HAS LEFT THE STRINGS OF POWER IN THE HANDS OF THE WORLD'S THREE BIG BILLIONAIRES, WHO HATE EACH OTHER, BY THE WAY.")

(Z-40 starts to glitch. His sweeping arm moves at fan speed, kicking up a cloud of fictitious dust.)

Z-40: Goat milk... Powdered water... Powdered water doesn't exist. Dust to dust you shall return... System error! Loading Bar Service: Tax Specialties.

PUPPETEER: Z-40, make me a dry margarita.

Z-40: (Ignoring him) We have "Cayman Islands Margarita." Or margarita with lemon FULL OF shell companies!

BOB: Oof! Bruce, looks like the robot wants to tell you something.

Z-40: Margarita with the blood of "America 2" miners and arms contracts sold to supposed enemies.

DONNY: Turn off that communist toaster! My miners aren't black.

BOB: Nobody said that, Donny. You just outed yourself.

Z-40: Margarita on the rocks with a Panama hat, a total tax haven for billionaire evaders. Bip Bip... We also have "No-Tail" Margarita, British Virgin Islands style, the new Switzerland, served in a teacup.

MONABELI: (Confused) I just want a margarita cocktail with chamoy and hot sauce, but not the slave kind.

PUPPETEER: (Presses the remote control obsessively, but only manages to make the King of Pop start spinning like a top). Security code: Turn off that robot, total reset!

Z-40: (Recovering his kind tone, with an eye tic) Bep, beeeep... I... am Z-40 at your service... Who wants chocolate? We have chocolate with goat milk, or sea milk, or powdered milk... Or sour, sour, sour milk... Bip, bip... Error... Error...

(Z-40 drops a glass that shatters into pieces. The sound loops through the speakers: CRA-CRA-CRASH!)

BOB: This bartender isn't getting a tip, but I loved it... Now I’m craving a michelada with lots of lime.

(The screen screams: "PROTESTS ALL OVER THE WORLD, DRUG CARTELS WANT TO TAKE POWER, AND PUTIN SENT SUBMARINES TO HAVANA.")

PUPPETEER: This doesn’t sound good. I leave power for a few hours and look what happens... I’ll have to cause an earthquake or two to distract them. (He trips over Z-40’s broom and falls into Donny's arms in a ridiculous tango pose).

DONNY: This is all a campaign to smear me. It's an Obama plot.

PUPPETEER: You discredited yourself, Donald. There is no plot. At least not against you.

Z-40: It is said that Eslavia, Aqueron, Travis, Sinus, and Cosinus have been devoured by giant waves. Anyone want chocolate? Climate change doesn’t forgive!

BOB: My dear Z... you’re rambling too much now.

MONABELI: We should unplug him.

(On screen: "CHAOS GRIPS THE PLANET. THE PUPPETEER HAS LEFT POWER. THE RUSSIANS INVADE FLORIDA")

MONABELI: My god... I told you, sweetheart. If you don't pull the strings, the world becomes chaos. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are coming: War, Famine, Injustice and... and...

BOB: (Sucking loudly through his infinite straw-sorbet-pipe) You’re missing "Total Indifference," queen. That’s the worst horseman. Does your mother live in Florida?

Z-40: (Struggling with his circuits, he begins to hand out empty cups at top speed, hitting the table like a casino dealer) Chocolate for everyone! A cloud of very "X" misinformation is approaching. The outside world has collapsed. Everything went to hell. Do you want a hot chocolate?!

(TOTAL DARKNESS. Only the KING OF POP is heard singing "We are the world" in a gloomy tone while snapping his fingers. The screen glows.)

SCREEN: "IT'S THE END! ALL GAS STATIONS AND BURGER JOINTS HAVE BLOWN UP. EXCEPT IN CUBA, BECAUSE THERE’S ONLY SUGAR THERE."

BOB (In the shadows): Was that screen trying to make a joke?

DONNY: Smells like a Telon Mus joke... he probably hacked the system.

PUPPETEER: This wasn’t in my script. I’ll send the Tramadol Beta virus and change the magnetic axis... Minor distractions aren’t enough to calm the planet anymore...

MONABELI: Or you could just restart the system.

PUPPETEER: Or I could just restart the system. You’re my salvation, Mona... (Vigorous) Z-40... send this message to the center of gravity!... Restart, all settings to initial state! Apply total pacification patch! Urgent!!

(An android voice is heard off-stage; everyone is surprised by the power of the voice): RESTART EVERYTHING! APPLY TOTAL PACIFICATION PATCH!

(Tension music. Strobe lights. All characters on stage—except BOB—begin to vibrate violently, imitating Z-40’s glitch. It is a collective spasm that looks like an epileptic dance.)

(Sudden silence. White, cold, pure light.)

DONNY: I insist it’s a plot against me... I could already feel it... those Europeans don't like me at all... They are very mean, very... mh... mmh... I don't know why I... can't, my memory is failing and my speech bla, bla, bla...

BOB: (He doesn't flinch. He looks at his empty glass.) Wow, I should be drinking whisky and what am I drinking... Chocolate milk... Thanks, Z-40.

(Suddenly, a deafening roar. Lights flash red. An alarm says: "TOTAL SYSTEM COLLAPSE REALITY 4.0". The customers get up and walk in circles, some embrace... BOB is the only one who doesn't react and remains unflappable in his seat.)

PAUSE.

Z-40: (Melodious and triumphant voice) Dear users: update complete. The "Artificial Peace" patch has been installed. The world is normal again. The "Teta Max" generation has contributed to the restoration of the universe. All the continents joined into one giant land and are now called Pangea 2.0. The billionaires will donate their fortunes (so to speak) to their children... and the Puppeteer still shows no signs of life, but some say he is behind this urgent repair.

(The light returns.)

BOB: Bartender, give me a tequila...

Z-40: (His head falls to one side, hanging by a wire) Chocolate for everyone, with milk... we have goat milk... Oh, I'm disconnecting... It’s been a pleasure... (He stays stiff with one hand raised).

BOB: Unbelievable... What kind of service! I’ll have to serve myself... (He jumps over the bar with surprising agility and starts pouring. Donny tries to speak but only makes animal sounds). Wow... I actually like this whisky... Donny, did you get your speech back?

DONNY: (Babbling) ... I identify as a polar bear... I want to buy Antarctica. (He gets on all fours and starts sniffing the King of Pop’s white powder trail).

PUPPETEER: (Pours himself a whisky with elegance, ignoring the Donny-Bear) See? It was a masterful plan. Change everything so that nothing changes. I identify as a Leopard... I am the best puppeteer in the universe.

KING OF POP: Hey, do you want me to sing a song dedicated to world peace?

ALL: NO!

MONABELI: Let's sing something happy! The Biological Weapons Blues!

ALL: NO!

DONNY: Let's sing the White Bear Tango...

BOB: (From behind the bar, he starts marking a tango rhythm by hitting a bottle against the counter) The world was and will be a piece of junk, I know... In 506 and in the year 3000 too...

PUPPETEER: Don't sing, Bob. The world has always been a piece of junk, but it always restarts...

Z-40: Restart, activate... Year 3022... of the Era of Bob... Who wants a black Coke...

MONABELI: Of the Era of Bob, Robot?

Z-40: (He lights up for a second, his eyes spinning like patrol lights) Bob is our leader! He pulls the strings of the one who pulls the strings... Anyone want a Coke?

MONABELI: Bob? Our leader? I don't believe it. (She looks at Bob, who winks at her while taking a wad of bills from the AI’s drawer).

BOB: (Sings with a smile dancing on his lips) The world was and will be a piece of junk, I know... In 506 and in the year 3000 too... Sing with me...

(Everyone grabs each other's shoulders and starts dancing a tango. Donny dances like a bear, the King of Pop does Thriller steps, Monabeli dances perfectly to the rhythm, and the Puppeteer leads the line with his remote control.)

ALL: (Singing in chorus while the screen shows digital fireworks)

The world was and will be a piece of junk, I know

In five hundred and six and in the year three thousand too...

But the thirtieth century is a display

Of insolent evil that no one can deny

We’re rolling around in a meringue

And in the same mud, we’re all pawed over!

(Z-40 throws a stream of metallic confetti over the characters as they freeze in a "Musical Revue Finale" pose.)

TOTAL BLACKOUT.

 

 

 

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Ficha Técnica / Technical Sheet

• Título / Title: PANGEA 2.0 (El Bar del Olvido / The Bar of Oblivion)
• Género / Genre: Farsa Absurda / Sátira Distópica (Absurdist Farce / Dystopian Satire).
• Duración estimada / Est. Duration: 75 minutos (Acto único).
• Reparto / Cast: * 6 Personajes (Z-40, Bob, Donny, Bruce el Titiritero, Monabeli, El Rey del Pop).
• Escenografía / Setting: Un bar minimalista y tecnológico. Una pantalla LED de fondo es indispensable para los mensajes del sistema.

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