3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

[First draught of the Holo Magi]
Act 1 Scene 1

Francesca - You're crazy to run the speedboat at the
waterspouts. This isn't pachinko.
Bernardo - It's simple as an antique phone set dial.
Ten waterspouts rolling back and forth
around the island. We can catch a gap
going at them quickly at a tangent.
Eduardo - We should dump the hashish. I'm not
sure we've beaten the water police.
Francesca - We'd be all over the place without the
ballast. Forty kilos of pure snow. $10
Eduardo - I can scarcely hear you. The roar of the
waterspouts up close is deafening. What?
Bernardo - And yet, out of phase, they're silent.

Scene 2

Francesca - Crashing into the kelp bed has left hardly
a scratch on the paint of the bow. The V-plant
is still purring, we'll be all right, here.
Bernardo The docks seem to be a sea farm and those
fireballs sentinels or artisans. No humans.
Eduardo. The hedge maze is a waste of time, too.
Whoever the boss is, he'll come round to $20
a straightforward cash crop, no questions.
Francesca - We'd better split up to improve
our chances. You and you go that way.

Scene 3

Junior - Now might be a good time to tell
me who I am, though I can guess as much,
as I've grown into my new uniform.
Magi - You are my clone, closer than a flatworm.
You eat better than I did - it's only reasonable that
you might develop earlier and grow taller.
Junior - I guessed as much as my hair grew shades darker, $30
and laughlines cut into my cheeks.
Orb - As the Holo Magi released me from a lightning
struck block of gum at the roots of a cypress tree
when you'd gone six times round the sun.
Please accept it as the smallest thanks.
Junior - What is this sooty figure you float
me as a pendant? I'm not sure that I want it.
Orb - It is purely random voodoo. The Magi's
horseshoe magnets released a talisman
man shaped coal nugget by product to hang $40
round your neck as a good luck charm.
Magi - It is the carbon copy and proof of delivery. As my
powers have strengthened and deepened, I've gone
from minor to major wizard. We cannot return, however,
to the lives that were snatched away from us. The
insurance company has paid out on the fraudulent
claim. We're the living dead and must build our
empire elsewhere, on a different tectonic plate.
Junior - Albinio will say he's beaten us.
Magi - We cannot be slaves to a natural born slave. But $50
he saved our lives, gave us mouth to mouth, as we lay
blue and quivering on the pebble beach.
D. You say we. But I say I. We can be slow to react
or ask him to repeat in his hour of need. Sometimes
I'm obsessed with him, sometimes I don't think
of him at all. Who does he think he is?
E. He was breech born with water on the brain.
These things run in families. His mother died in
the act. He is the last in line of cannibals who slowly
go insane with a touch of prionism. $60
Junior - When he licks my feet, I know he wants to
backbite me, I know him better than he knows
himself. He's easily read, obvious from afar.
Magi - Inbreeding has made him even crazier than by
personal inclination. His grandparents were
chequered black and white with vitiligo, outcast
from their tribe, rarefied their defect into
albinism within the next generation. There's
less to Albinio than meets the eyes and three toes
on each foot, in bowslip knot sandals. $70
Junior - Let's play out the virtual story even
though it's rather sad as home movies go,
I love to watch it over and over.
And you've told me so much of Cartegna
that I lap it up and make it my own
and can retell it myself as if I lived there.
The old town flush with the ocean to
the west, nearly cut off from the mainland
to the east, the wonderful dividing relic
the channel Cano de San Anastasio, $80
teeming with mestizos and mulattos,
and afrocolombians by the dozen.
Magi - How I miss it for you sake!
The La Matuna, l shaped and blocked out.
Junior - How I, or you, would eat
seafood and quaff tintincos in cantinas
in El Centro, listening to vallenatos, paseos
and rumbas in the background with
street moneychangers and crooked
boat captains haggling in the foreground. $90
In November we would take in the
Reinado Nacional de Belleza
by chic seaside resorts, nibble panela,
inhale the sweet coconut and peanuts,
hawked by the steet vendors, walk down
the narrow streets of the walled city
and chat about the weather with afro
vendors of sandbuckets, sunglasses
and pastel multicoloured inflatables.
Magi - Away from the troubles of Colombia, $100
I can see them now with wares on
shoulder straps, in open shirts, long shorts
and leather sandals, smiling, enticing.
And then the big green and yellow bus
to take us away to the 23 Vaults of
of Bovedas, prison-cum-arts and crafts stalls.
Junior - As if we never really left, Magi.
Magi - The first knowledge was hard to
come by, but the rest has snowballed and
up till now I've only been able to engage
in one project at a time. It is with the
strange dumping of old books and old coins
by unknown ships in the early hours of
the morning that I came across the books
by Plato that I loved so dearly and knew
by heart in the Greek - but I also came
across the ancient Hindu epic Mahabatra
which described a prehistoric atomic
war which accelerated the melting of
the glacial poles during the Third Ice Age,
flooding the earth.
Junior - The people of the Moon were
routed, but with massive collateral
casualties on Earth, their oceans boiled
off, their atmosphere and soil blown off.
The flood left just our little island-mountain
peeping out of the sea from a submerged
Atlantis continent.
Magi - All that is now left of Atlantis is a
few feeble atomic power plants deep under
the sand and sea weed. But from which,
I've learnt so much. In the early days,
Albinio and I got along, we'd quarry blocks
of basalt and tufa, transport them suspended
under hydrogen balloons, guiding them
with scarce a touch of the fingerpad.
Junior - Can we see again the virtual story
of the shipwreck?
Magi - Display, exhibit, show, the Governor
and his yes men.

[They watch through a large two way mirror,
a feint light from the show lighting up their
faces in the shadow.]

Hard on others, cheap with themselves,
they hired a rust bucket to transport
them across the Bermuda Triangle, so
as to pocket the difference in secret
Bahama bank accounts. By accident, they
crossed the bottomless hole pinpointed
off Sr Augustine, an oceanic sinkhole
of limitless depth, where the ocean surface
dips suddenly as a dimple two hunded
and fifty feet deep, where masive forces
of gravity and magnetism overlap.

-Stay out of the wheelhouse! It's a
fine, sunny day, enjoy it up on the
monkey island.
Governor Marco - I know there's something
wrong, our ears popped, we lurched
downward...and know this crackling
and purring fireballs.
-The gyro compass has conked out,
the binnacle compass is dancing a jig
in its bowl.
Governor Marco - Give me, give me
the wheel! I'm the governor!
- You don't know the first thing about
sailing a boat. Mayday!
Governor Marco - See it's all settled,
we're level, the fireballs haven't
electrocuted anyone, they're going.
This old roll on roll off ferry is going
to be just fine. I went through the
Panama registration with a magnifying
glass.
Captain -We're in some sort of natural,
throbbing degausser.
Governor Marco - The air is going green,
don't panic, there's a simple
explanation. Captain, you're going
invisible. Appearing again.
Captain - Is that our first mate that we
feel between us. I'll have no whistling
on my ship, governor, no self imposed
curse.
- The damage is done, a retraction cannot
change things, then. You try household
gods or imps and make do.
- Baton the hatches, my boys. Hard on hard.
Doublecheck, triple check the seacocks
that we don't scuttle. Roger the coastguard
an a-ok false alarm.
- What's everyone doing up here. He should
be in the boiler.
- I've got the intercom, Governor. Don't
panic. Go back up in the monkey island
or better still crow's nest and enjoy the
fine weather.
- Can you not hear him crackling and
cackling into the intercom. You're messing
things up here. The most that can happen
to you in the crow's nest is sunstroke.
Else go play quoits on the poopdeck.
You're reactivating the fair, cloudless,
windles weather.
Toshiro - Don't dismiss us so quickly.
First Mate - I'd call on Neptune to shut
you up if I believed in him.
Toshiro - We're a long way from
Bogota or Medellin, for now. Don't
play the lawyer with me in a crisis,
outside the fishing zone.
First Mate - If I'm pushed, I'll stick up
for my pals; so I beg you not to put me
in that position against my sunny
disposition. If you can do better than me,
I say to you, Aye-aye and salute you
the better mariner by genetic trait.
Otherwise, thank Neptune's silent
statue, you're not among pirates, smugglers
or double agents. Sod off, then, to use
a polite euphemism.
Toshiro - This First Mate disturbs me now
more than a little, he's wearing plimsolls,
and yet the canvas uppers are wet in fog.
He's deeply tanned, and yet olive
complexioned. He's dry sweat under his
arms. Judas lasso this all at sea gaucho
for the love of the black Christ of Warsaw.

[Exeunt.]

[First mate leaning out the door.]

First Mate - Landlubbers, up in the
crow's nest. Thank the black Christ of
Warsaw that my voice doesn't carry
better.

[Re-enter, the Governor and his yes-men.]

Can't you take a heavy hint in mock italics?
Do you want us to keel over and die in a
pretty sunset? Think you've been sucking
on a lead sinker?
-Gonorrhea on your voice chords, you black,
tasteless waffle plate moulded, reheated
sea dog.
- If you can do better, you can have my week's
wage.
-We've got all the world to live for, you
mustard rid, undercooked sea dog.
- Crabsticks! I'd put the very last life bouy
round your shoulders, even if this rustbucket
came right as an insurance scam. I'd
do it in drydock to show no hard feelings.
Repaint and reflag the menopausal old
SS Biddy, myself.
First Mate - Hard over, hard over to lee!
Pull the dip to starboard! Reverse the left
engine to spin her!

[Enter, Sailors, shirts off, singing a
Phonoecian Galley sea shanty, sweating
and soaked.]

Sailors - Man overboard! Man overboard!
Taken by the brine!

[Exeunt.]
First Mate - Me.

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Albinio - He took me out there,
around Bimini, in his first submarine,
around Cat Cays, Andros, Caicos,
Exuma. We scooted silently and
steadily round topless pyramids, causeways,
cyclopean walls, tiled stone floors,
underwater roads, carved pillars,
stone piers, viaducts, concentric circles.
Francesca - The area is famous for
sudden disappearances.
Albinio - Wrecks in sandwiched heaps
of boats on planes on boats.
Boatplanes, yawls, steamships, barks,
clippers, freighters, Liberty ships,
a B-25 aircraft, five TBM Avenger torpedo
bombers, an unmarked DC-3, skiffs,
oceangoing speedboats, cabincruisers, all
of which I was able to recognise from
my collection of yellow war comic books.
But we could not find the Flying Dutchman
nor its scurvy, wreckless crew.
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[Here, re enactment of shipwreck of
neanderthals.]

[Enter Fran, waving an uzi with a silencer on the muzzle
in one hand, a light stick in the other.]

Orb - O, sand and stones, lime of the crushed cockle shell,
Do mould me new bones in the spume and swell.

[Orb dances as if St Elmo's fire on the hedge wall
of the maze far above.]

Fran -This music, I hear it and do not hear it, phased in, $110
phased out, more like a blueprint than a scoresheet.
I'm sure it maps a chair or a vase for the ears.
Might break up kidney stone or hem in a tumour.

Orb - My dear old uncle's brother's son
Stands at the bottom of the sea
A hobbled statuette so hard done
Pot on his head his cup of tea
Air hose much like a tea bag string
His lead belt down around his feet
He bends with flow of carp and ling $120
A seagrass scarecrow on a beat.

Holo Magi - I could put you in handcuffs - you'd roam
the maze as you like till you die of hunger. But I
have no feelings down below, you can't crowd me
out.
Orb - You'll be my friend when I can read
your disturbed mind, and not an aeon sooner.

[end of first draught for Act 1.]