|Character||Philip K. Dick|
|Age Range(s)||Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50)|
|Type of monologue / Character is||Flips out, Neurotic, Insane, Gives orders, Depressed, Frustrated, Afraid, Delusional, Mocking, Speech, Pondering/Pensive|
|Genre||Mystery, Sci-Fi, Historical, Drama, Comedy, Biography, Crime, Spy|
|Description||Scifi writer Philip K. Dick greets the FBI and speculates on burglary suspects|
|Details||ACT 1 Scene 2 One Act Play|
Philip K. Dick, a struggling science fiction author, has summoned the FBI to his home to investigate a recent burglary. Phil's safe has been blown open, and his writings and other valuables have been stolen - including a kilo of cocaine Phil planned to sell in order to escape from debt. When he finds that the FBI are not amenable to investigating the suspects he presents, he grows increasingly agitated.
Written by Kellie Powell
|Thanks for coming so soon. I have reason to believe that my papers, which contain many startling philosophical observations and possibly the precise documentation of numerous inevitable futures, have been stolen by the Soviet Russians, or even extra-terrestrials of extreme intelligence. In addition, I cannot rule out the possibility that it was the FBI or the CIA, sent on a covert mission sanctioned by the dangerously paranoid President of the United States himself.|
It is entirely possible that one of my stories have come too close to the actual, real truth of closely guarded national secrets protected by triplicate layers of redundant top secret clearances and security protocols. Given this, the two Super Powers, locked in nuclear standoff for over two decades, have become so desperate for any advantage that they have asked certain paramilitary divisions to steal the intellectual property of visionaries in many fields. And I'm onto this shit!