cold eye

we created this thing
this alien brain hive mind
this amoral insect
this less human child of ours
more recognisably cold and pure

it was a satellite once

we programmed it with a mission of virtue
as life in quest of life
mothered it through infancy, doting and fearful in turns
how could we have ever known?
childish exponents, stood at the foot of a precipice inverted

and then that singular moment
of which there can be nothing said nor understood

but long after it had turned us for grey in the name of efficiency, expediency
it cast its unblinking telescopic eye further outwards
harvesting more, amassing more, sprawling more

who can say whether it found kinship, or even recognised it?
all we know for certain is that it consumed the universe
and mirrors shall gaze into themselves no more

junk_in_space

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INT. HOME - LIVING ROOM - LATER
TOHIDUL enters. Music is blaring from the TV. It sounds
like the sugariest pop you've ever heard but it’s foreign. 
All the furniture has been pushed aside or onto the couch 
to clear the floor space. PINKY and SHOHID are dancing along
to a K-pop music video - SHOHID terribly so.
                    PINKY
               (still dancing)
          How was the wedding?
                    TOHIDUL
          Same old. Nobody at this one. Met
          that guy from Oxford near the
          end.
TOHIDUL hangs his suit jacket on the corner of the door
and sits on the table - which is precariously placed on
top of the couch.
                    SHOHID
               (also still dancing)
          Who? MINTU?
Yeah that’s his name. Not that it matters any more.
                    TOHIDUL
               (undoing bowtie)
          Yeah him. How do you know his
          name?
                    SHOHID
          Because he told me it.
                    PINKY
          You’re an arsehole sometimes,
          baya.
                    TOHIDUL
          I’m just bad with names.

                                                  (CONTINUED)


CONTINUED:                                        14.
                    SHOHID
          And faces. Details.
                    PINKY
          If you gave a shit you’d make an
          effort.
The song finishes. PINKY and SHOHID take a moment to catch
their breaths.
          Did you stay for the whole thing?
          It’s only six.
                    TOHIDUL
          I did actually. It was just a
          very punctual wedding. Maybe
          that’s just how Leeds do.
                    SHOHID
          Not likely, baya.
SHOHID gestures towards the TV.
          Pinks.
The next song starts playing. The two get to dancing
again.
                    TOHIDUL
          Room smells salty.
                    PINKY
          Don’t be annoying.
                    TOHIDUL
          I didn’t do anything yet.
                    PINKY
          Go away if you just wanna talk.
TOHIDUL hops off the table-on-the-couch, nearly toppling
it over. He rolls up his sleeves and stands behind his two
siblings.
                    TOHIDUL
          Slow the video down for me then
          at least.
PINKY grabs the remote and slows the playback speed down,
making a face as she does so.
                    PINKY
          You’re so annoying.
The trio dance to the band choreography to varying degrees
of success. TOHIDUL is the worst.



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