'Welcome to Sudbury' script

Getting a new computer is giving me the chance to go through plenty of old files as I transfer them over. Some files have been transferred between 3-4 computers over more than a decade - so I want to make them available before they are simply forgotten,

This is part of a radio-play script I wrote and we recorded. I'm not sure what happened to Act One.

The date on it is June 6th 2001 and to even remotely understand it you place yourself in this era.  I'm into Killing Zoe, transhumanism, cyberpunk, Grant Morrion's Invisibles, Ken Wilber's models of consciousness, The Doors, psychedelics. I'm getting my MA and also getting more involved in anti-capitalist protests....

• The feral child-clones will show up again in a perverse Micheal Jackson short-story I wrote around this time. They come from Mad Max II.
  
• Howie is a tribute to a guy in my MA class.
  
• The 'Tread is an all-season snowmobile with built-in computer. From Rifts.
  
• The "diary entries" are an excuse to use Skinny Puppy-esque lyrics to describe scenes.
  
• Captain American comes from Easy Rider
  

The production may still exist on an old magnetic tape somewhere and I remember being pretty pleased with how the music and SFX came out. The only song I can remember is a gabberhouse song called 'Omar Santana - Necronomicon (Neophyte Mix)' - so I guess Napster was an influence too.

I can't imagine this will be appreciated by many, but it should bring a smile to a few...

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Welcome to Sudbury

Hobb/Captain/x - Rob
Pope Botchulism/y - Reb
Tophat - Torgo


ACT two
Music

y: GPS sezs were here.......Sudbury Global Hydroponics...Manufactures of Edible Protoplasms and Fungi,  I should be able to link up to their Main Channel in a few seconds
x:If they accept PepsiCo credits, we'll actually be able to pay them...

[FX motor stops and music]
[FXpeople get off the 'Tread]

x: there's no chance there's an ambient battery charger field here?
y: nope.....this is it.....a small metal shed...
x:  it's the entrance to a mine shaft...get their shopping channel and pull up their history
y: I'll  link their Menu to the Treads' drive for you

[FX chime]

x:  ....there it goes....hey! 3 canisters of Uncle Ron's Blueberry proto-paste for 60 creds
y:  Jesu! their consider themselves  TransHuman Futupoians......Ultra-Orthodox Scientolgists...... and incorporated Subsiduary of the MorrisAutarcy Corporate State.......All Rights Reserved....
x:  Well, they should accept Pepsico Credits then - and their Tubes of Digestion Enzymnes are 1/2 price....place an order, Botch.
y: So do we go down the shaft or do they come up?
x: Well, supposedly the slime tubs down there are fraggin' gigantic and glow florescent yellow under the UV
y: Meh Oui!  I'm looking at them right now, they have camera links.......

[A moment of quiet]

x: Uh, , Botch, I need you back here now...we seem to have friendssssss
y: huh, Jesu!  feral children!
x: No feral child-clones, no body hair, ....  OK kiddies, keep calm, we're all happy here, big smiles...
y: Tabenak! Too late. Get the hand sonic unit out
x: No their just licking the salt off the treads....

[FX Feral Yelps]

x: Aim for their Bowels, Aim for their Bowels!!!

[FX Sceams & Slopping]

y: Hobb, to de 'Tread

[FX Engine Starts]
     
x: Punch it!!

[FX Screaming and tires]

x: Reverse!
y: Their Biting, Biting ME!
x: Ugh! Reverse
y: We cannot get traction on them [Grunt!]
x: Rock it! Push!....Punch it!  Punch it!!!!
y:TABERNAK!

[FX Screams & Squeals as 'Tread find tracation on the child clones]
[FX motor and heavy breathing as they escape]

x: Drugs?
y: Oui!  ...... Ou?
X: I have a friend
y: je batuea les enjants artifical avec les treads (repeats softly)

[FX FADE OUT - music]







ACT THREE

x records a diary entry into the 'Tread's computer:  "burnt child clones in tread. sun smog red-eye sets over alien black slag hills."

[FX beep as the entry end]
[FX low music]

b: TopHat's TownHouse?
x: yeah, that's it.
b: I checked the place's BBS, quite a place.  it has an encrypted channel.
x: and a borg'd-up bouncer...Howie, i think....
b: ehh?
x: He's mute. reads eye movements.  tensile arm muscles,  popup weaponry
b: and Tophat?
x: Friendly-scum, occasional dangerous. Centered at ego-gratification - but has anal-typhonic tendencies. dabbles in undifferieanted states. He's brainwired like you.....
and has back-rooms full of illegal techs: re-coded trancers, brain hotshotters, illegal hypnos
botch: and drugs?
x: and drugs.. give me a second to get a viable persona up and patch me over to Tophat's channel...
b: which persona?
x: Captain America, baby.

[FX Music swells - then fades to quiet}
[FX soft music fades in - background]

x:  Ok - calm eyes...smooth forehead.....big smiles...pointed teeth
x:  Howie!!!
H: (deadpan)  Huu-ee
x:  Sorry,  different timeline.  you know Heisenberg uncertainty principle and all. The masses cry out for a strong leader, Howie.
b: Excuse my friend he is...
x: Howie, this is Pope Botchulism. Can Tophat handle us?.....Inconvenience is Un-American. Good to see-ya. We'll let ourselves in.......(very seriously) Thanks, Man.

[FX doors opening   FX  loud music.]
 
b:  wow!
x: Botch - patch yourself back to the Tread HD. I want to dictate 1 minute of narration,
b: sighhh! 45 secs , dats all!
x: deeplight swirl sun red, orange, old river green, old rock blue. across whirling buffalo horns and skull and skin.  walls breath throbbing sounds.  sweet branch smoke dances heavily optic wires hang lazily pulsating dancing

[FX beep]

b: ehhh! enough.  Those women seem strange...
c:  Yeah, lap-trancers.......see that darkgrey box in front of Tophat? It's a trancer that plays highpowered hypnos...those qomen are probably refugees from the corporate-states, raised on constant stream of entertainment-hypnos from childhood...easily hooked to higher-powered ones..
b: hmmm - lets get the goods
x: right

[FX music plays. Changes to something Slower.]

x: Tophat!
Top: Captain!: What happened to that little octopod i sold you last year, you milk it dry already?
x: I sold it for a MotoTread...This is Pope Botulism
top: Oleh, pope. I hope that tread was worth it, Captain.
x: every Hasbro cred.
top: heh, heh.  So you want to see the pharm-animals
x: definitely
b: farm?
x: yeah - a suit it cal...

[FX music swells]
[muted music. occasional sounds]

top: 200 creds gets you another octopod, you can milk it daily, dorpine-eggs once a month.  freeze-dried straight from the Bayer autarchy. plus i can give you dimebag of milk crystal right now.
x: pope unlock 100 creds now. 100 creds when we leave.
top: just place it in the unsecure site. no worries, huh. I also have a hotshotters and illegal feedbackjacks..
p: no thanks
top: Here'ss the box and...the bag.  lets go back to the salon and celebrate
[FX Music Slowly Grows]
p: <<reads instruction>]
...prolonged use of Authorized Bayer gene-engineerred neurotropic bioforms may cause:
narcolepsy, meta-parkisons, catatonic schizophrenia, aphasia, dissociative hysterical neorusis, paraphilia.....if any of these symptons persist consult a Bayer authorized physicans or Bayer Authorized Medical Drone....
Capt: Out here in the perimeter there are no stars...

[FX Music Crashes In]

ACT FOUR
top: the milk-crystals make you feel like a broken hypno-skipping over and over, like a a palm pressed on rain-slicked glass........and your the glass HHAHAHAH.!
Capt: maybe i'll try it anyways...
top: and your friend?
capt; He'll join us....but he usually 'jacks into the a certain section of the Northern Infonet and surfs the waves there
top: maybe i'll see you there then?
pope: maybe
top: to no future
capt: to Sudbury Saturnalia nights
pope: to Nyralpothop, the unspeakable horror

MUSIC SWELLS

Does the audio of this still exist?

I have a three-second clip of Torgo's 'Welcome to Sudbury' quote in mp3 - but I'm not even sure what format we recorded the audio-play in - cassette tape? audio file?

Steph and I were discussing the audio and video tapes from the 'Cthulhu\Haunted House' event and she believes they still exist - so there maybe hope...

OMG this brings back memories. The music was fantastic.. my voice acting not so much, but so much fun.