Liquidate 1: Meeting

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Liquidate is a cyberpunk story that I wrote myself in my free time. I wrote them in "script" formats because I guess it's easier to write and read, I also don't wanna go too far in putting big text walls and shit.

I copy paste my stories from my Doc files, too bad this box doesn't retain the screenplay format. I try to space appropriately and centralized the dialogues.

Meanwhile, knock yourself out, I guess.

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THE LAD: MEETING by Dilise

OUT: TOWER

Establishing shot of a tall skyscraper at night, a large static holographic letters arranged to be read as the corporation’s name near the top of the buildings.

A close up of a giant white medical cross on the roof, outlined in red. On the cross’s center is a black hand posing in a V for Victory sign. While most of the hand is flesh, only the thumb and the two held up fingers, index and middle, are robotic.


IN: WHITE’S OFFICE

Extreme close up of White’s pink lips holding a cigarillo, lighting it and puffing out a smoke.

Some papers are close to her terminal, shuffled by her hands until she comes across a resume sporting the photo of a lad. Black haired. Grown to his neck. Staring blankly at the camera.

That same lad is sitting opposite her, looking down on her desk with a frown. Nervous, he shifts his gaze to the paper White is reading. She crosses her arms on the desk.


WHITE

Eyes up. Look at me.


The lad looks up to her face. The camera cuts to finally reveal her looks. Eyes wide to glare at the poor soul, both blue irises are contracting and expanding mechanically. Her hair, sporting a hime cut, grows past her shoulders and are silvery white, with an accent of blue on the top and her bangs. White puffs out another smoke as it phases through the lad’s face.


WHITE

Do you know why you are sitting here?


The lad’s eyes dart left and back to White’s, his lips slowly part.


LAD

(In a hushed voice) I think... I do?

WHITE

Speak up.

LAD

I do, ma’am. I do.


White leans her back against her leathery office chair.


WHITE

Enlighten me.

LAD

I...I lagged. Behind my co-workers.


The lad looks down on the table again, earning a “tch” from White. Suddenly, she leans forward and grabs him on his cheeks with one hand, her fingers grasping from his chin. Another smoke is puffed out with a hint of frustration. The lad’s breathes are shaky while she stares down at him, unblinking like a hawk.


WHITE

You will explain yourself. I will not waste further time on you because of your recent behavior.


White picks up a paper and shakes it close to his cheek.


WHITE

Your supervisor reported to me that you are slipping. Instead of meeting your daily quota, you procrastinate. Your effort this past month is half assed. Are your listening?


White slams the paper onto the desk. The lad shakes his head yes. She slides her fingers off his cheeks and reclines back against her chair, holding her cigarillo in one hand, held by two fingers while it is pointed at his direction. The lad meekly leans his back against his own.


WHITE

Lean forward when I am talking to you.


The lad complies.


WHITE

Now. Why is your performance declining? Look me in the fucking eyes while you answer, and be quick before I start assuming.

LAD

It’s personal...

WHITE

What?

LAD

It’s personal, ma’am. I had something of my o...own to deal with.

WHITE

And what is that?

LAD

I don’t know. It just is.

WHITE

You do not know what is keeping you from reaching your daily quota?

LAD

It’s hard to express with words.


White pinches the bridge of her nose before looking back at the lad, puffing out another smoke.


WHITE

Being a lone wolf is what slows you down?

LAD

I’m...I’m not a lone wolf, madam.

WHITE

Really? Your supervisor reported to me otherwise. You have teammates to work with, yet you neither communicate nor engage work with them. Do you find it more feasible to work alone and play video games?

LAD

I-

WHITE

You think this is an internment program that you can breeze through without much effort and get a pass from some ass kissing college? According to your boss, she noticed you were typing away in who knows what you were playing. Do you intend to resign?


The lad shakes his head.


LAD

I don’t, ma’am. I don’t want to resign.

WHITE

Then why are you playing rather than getting to work? There is always a time to do what you want to do, but work must always come first. Do you know that or are you just listening to me without registering my words to heart?


White ‘tchs’ and puff out another smoke. She doesn’t need this shit. This is stupid. She shakes her head while rubbing her fingers along her temples. Returning her unbroken gaze to the lad, frowning while tapping her finger aggressively on the desk. The lad opens his mouth but stops and closes it back.


LAD

I...I have nothing else to address, madam.


White puffs out her last smoke and snuffs out her cigarillo into an ashtray. She points her index finger to the lad’s face while talking.


WHITE

I cannot stand my employees to not give a shit and put effort into their work. Time is ticking. I’m not going to babysit you to get your shit done. You were already told of your objectives and your quota. You were already taught of what must be done to achieve them. While your teammates surpassed their quota even by a margin, you stand out by barely hitting the mark. Do you see how shitty this is?


The lad nods slowly, albeit slightly shaky. His foot is fidgeting up and down underneath his chair while he tries to further cope with the angry glare of White’s artificial eyes.


WHITE

I don’t want you to step into my office again. You better buck up, do your job, listen to your supervisor and work together with your teammates. There is nothing wrong with telling her what is bothering you. I wouldn’t find it necessary to call you if she is actually trying to help you. Grow some fucking balls and talk.


Here she stops pointing her finger and leans further forward, retaining her gaze.


WHITE

And I absolutely don’t want to hear any more about you playing games. Quit it. This is not your cube. If you want to spend a whole day playing instead of contributing to this corporation, then I will gladly send you home early with a termination letter. No more fuckups, understand?

LAD

Yes, ma’am.

WHITE

Yes what? What do you agree on?

LAD

Yes, I will work harder from now on, madam.


White shakes her head.


WHITE

No, don’t just tell me. Show me. Show me that you mean it. Show me that you didn’t go through your resume and interview just to have a place to fuck around in working hours.


White turns her head to her monitor for a while before looking back at the lad.


WHITE

Until I see progress and your performance improved, your wages will be docked in half. I am not willing to waste a full salary on an employee with shitty work like that. I pay you so you will register as many merchants as you can into our system, so they are licensed to receive and use our fantastic resources and gadgets for their own business. Am I making myself clear?

LAD

I understand, madam.


The lad’s eyes dart towards the table as they glisten. White lowers her eyelids as she looks at him, arms crossed on her chest.


WHITE

What is wrong with your eyes?

LAD

Nothing, madam.


The lad quickly looks up to White’s face, trying to fight off imminent tears.


LAD

Is there anything else, madam?

WHITE

That will be all. You will return to your workspace and keep today’s evaluation in your head.


White jerks her head to the exit.


WHITE

Go.


The lad stands up and takes a small bow to White before walking out of her office. She does not take her eyes off him until the door is shut in front of him. White looks down on the papers while fishing out another cigarillo from her desk drawer and holds it with her mouth before lighting it.


IN: GENT’S TOILET

The lad is sobbing profusely while looking down upon a sink, a wall mirror is in front of him. The sinks and mirrors are separate, located slightly further from the stalls and urinals.

The shot focuses on the lad’s reflection, his eyes red from crying for a while. Tears fall along his cheek as he continues to sob and leans his forehead against the back of his hand on the tap.

A top down perspective of his back bending over the sink lingers at this point. The lad doesn’t shift much from his position as his sobbing grows quieter until it stops.

END


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