Science Fiction

AT RISE:

A ROBOT and a WAITRESS stand on the bridge of a fantastical space ship.

ROBOT:
We have much in common, hu-man waitress.

WAITRESS:
Do we?

ROBOT:
Yes. Yes we do. For one, we are both in space.

WAITRESS:
While that is true on a basic level, I'm afraid your use of pure logic as a basis for personal connection will seriously stunt any prospects of a positive long-term relationship.

ROBOT:
If that is the case, however will we fight space-crime?

WAITRESS:
I don't know, robot. I wish to Space-God that I did.

ROBOT:
Truly the future has a host of unique, yet relatable problems.

WAITRESS:
I guess it isn't so different from the early part of the 21st century after all, huh? Because obviously the early 21st century, and to a lesser extent the end of the twentieth, will be the sole model from which the future, our present, will draw inspiration.

ROBOT:
Yes, we are very specific.

WAITRESS:
Very.

They look awkward for a bit. In the robot's case this is a very impressive accomplishment.

ROBOT:
I can think of another way in which we are-

WAITRESS:
Shut up.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.