For this one you must use your robo-arm to commit an assassination.
WORDLESS MONOLOGUE V (any gender, early twenties through late life)
[Look at your focal point very cautiously.]
[Look to your left.]
[Look to your right.]
[Hold out your arm with your hand limp.]
[Use your other hand to slowly type in a "code" on your arm. ATM style.]
[Pause.]
[Tap one more time to press "enter."]
[Your arm suddenly goes ridged, making a fist.]
[You type in the same code.]
[Pause.]
[Press "enter."]
[From the fist, your index finger pops up.]
[Press "enter" again.]
[The arm slowly moves outward and hovers on a few "targets" before finding the primary one.]
[Reach over to the pointing fist and cock the thumb up.]
[Take a deep breath and move two steps forward toward your "target."]
[Jolt in alarm. The target has turned around and seen you.]
[Grab your gun arm. It's still going to be in gun formation but do the classic-- "brushing hair back" with the arm. Tense smile and quick wave with the free arm.]
[Pause.]
[The target has turned back around. Let out a breath.]
[Grab the arm and reposition it.]
[However, the arm moves back toward your head, in the "brush hair back."]
[Grab the arm and reposition it.]
[The arm moves back toward your head again.]
[Grab the arm again. It out-muscles you and moves steadily to the "brush hair back."]
[Sloppily type in another "code."]
[Pause.]
[Press "enter."]
[The finger moves down your jawline and under your chin. Perfect position to blow your brains out.]
[The finger pushes your chin up a little. You are helpless to do anything but freeze in place. Wide eyed, and terrified, try to look down at the "gun." You are at its mercy. Deep breath in through the nose. Squeeze eyes shut.]
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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