SCENE I (A suburban Villa dream, where the houses are neatly stacked the same distance from each other, with the same Spanish red roofs and arched front doors. Signs flash constantly, and bulletins of cyber blue and electric fuchsia bold print overshadow the faded, sickly leaves of the remaining trees.) (CASSIDY pulls into a drive through in a lime-green BMW and LOGANNE sits beside her in the passenger seat. Outside can be seen a large billboard displaying a skinny blonde woman holding a blue pill. It reads: LOSE TWENTY POUNDS OF FAT WITHIN THREE DAYS THROUGH HANAXLO. NOW AVAILABLE WITHOUT PRESCRIPTION IN ALL DRUGSTORES AND PHARMACIES.) CASSIDY: (One hand is on the steering wheel, pointing to the flashing sign) I want that. LOGANNE: You're skinny enough. You don't need it. (LOGANNE sends a text. Above the stage, a large screen displays the message: Love you dad, stay safe out there.) LOGANNE: You know the Villa is the sixth place I've lived in? CASSIDY: That's crazy. Sixteen years old and you're living in your sixth home already. LOGANNE: I don't even know if I want to call it that. I mean, three years later and we'd be out of the rental house anyway. My dad will get sent to another duty station and we'll move again. CASSIDY: I would get SO tired of that much moving around, I don't know how you do it. LOGANNE: People used to actually make fun of me for it. CASSIDY: (Indifferent, scrolling phone) Wait, really? Who? LOGANNE: Literally every single kid at my middle school. I'd get called "the military brat." Oh my god, they would all match in their same floral-pastel smocked tube tops, and then talk about how "my parents must not care about me that much since they just dumped me at school with whatever clothes on". (CASSIDY stares for a moment, barely listening, before turning back to her phone.) LOGANNE: Whatever, it's not like I cared anyway. I was completely fine sitting outside, on my own, with my archeology maps and toolkits that Nana had given to me. (Beat) Besides, everything they said was true. (LOGANNE looks out the window at flashing advertisements.) LOGANNE: Did you hear about the robbery? CASSIDY: No. LOGANNE: Some people in Villa hacked into the retail system hardwares and stole money from purchased LVTS. Over a trillion dollars. CASSIDY: Oh my God, I've got to hear which one's got stolen. LOGANNE: The Chanel ones. They stole money from the virtual alligator maxi, caviar quilted, and Christmas exclusive purses. Those have been the hottest, and sellers are putting them up to almost a billion for one. It's outrageous. That much for a digital image of something. You don't even wear it. CASSIDY: It's status. Seriously. Helps even in a job application. Who wouldn't want a digital collection too? And you can get exclusives that are hard to find in stores. LOGANNE: Might as well get the real thing, even if it's not exclusive. Not that many people would even know you had some special virtual-digital purse. CASSIDY: That's why everyone talks about what they have. But no way, I thought it was like max security, right? But hear me out. It's fine because at least the people who bought the bags still have their virtual copy. They can still show it off, so status intact. Do you wanna get botox with me tomorrow? I wanna get some for my eyebrows. (In front of them, a botox ad flashes: EXCLUSIVE DEALS FOR WORLD PLASTIC SURGERY DAY. AS LOW AS $400 PER UNIT) LOGANNE: Aren't you broke by now? (Lights shift to LOGANNE.) LOGANNE: Riding in Cassie's car, I do feel more alive. At least more alive than I do at my house, which is filled with my mother's sequined ball gowns squished together like we are in a costume shop. Because Dad's military benefits allowed her to spend a lot of money on luxuries. I've seen her closet maybe three or four times. She is always in there... Her closet is fucking insane. There are rows and rows of clothes perfectly arranged by colour and size. And at the end of the room she has her huge TV that shows off all her LVTs. It rotates between different slides but she says it's not possible to see the same dress or purse twice because she has over a million pieces... I remember wondering why I didn't look like her at all. (They reach the intercom.) CASSIDY: You just asked me if I was broke? I think I actually saved some money today because I told myself I was just gonna do the deals and rewards... (A black box passes a menu book through the window.) LOGANNE: I think I'm just gonna get the chicken nuggets. LOGANNE: Hi. Just the five piece chicken nuggets please. INTERCOM: Five piece chicken nuggets, made organically from synthetically grown chicken eggs genetically created by Stewart's Principles Growth, Alteration and Mutation, deep-fried in a heavy-duty oil bath. LOGANNE: Is this satire? CASSIDY: What's satire? Can I have the goddess caesar salad with extra ranch, and with the organic lettuce and not the artificial one? INTERCOM: There is an extra charge of 20 dollars. CASSIDY: That's fine. And also the diet chocolate chip cookie with the fat-free artificial sugar chips. INTERCOM: Total is seventy-five dollars and eighty-three cents. LOGANNE: Is this menu a joke? And thank you, I know McDonalds is really getting expensive. CASSIDY: I haven't seen the menu be this long before. But it's fine... invasion is so real these days. LOGANNE: Inflation? True. (LOGANNE's phone displays text from her dad: "Love you sweetheart. Sorry we have to move around so much. But I hope Villa isn't too bad!") (They reach the pickup station—a dark circular hole.) LOGANNE: God, why is it so dark? (CASSIDY grabs the bag; LOGANNE reaches in.) LOGANNE: Is my food in here? I can't find it. Cassie? I don't feel it. It's like...smooth. Do you have hand sanitizer? CASSIDY: No, sorry. Just reach more towards the centre. (LOGANNE reaches further as country music distorts and slows. Screams echo as lights shift to deep crimson.) MOTHER'S VOICE: Jesus Christ, please come back. Please let my soul be free. Jesus Christ, I need to be forgiven... I am sorry for everything. I am sorry for what I wanted and for the things I chose over people... (The ENSEMBLE enters, representing body parts and jewelry, surrounding LOGANNE.) LOGANNE: I can feel her head. Silky. Long. Perfectly straight. Her Golden South Sea pearls clasped around her neck. (The ensemble pulls chains tightly around LOGANNE. Screams intensify. CASSIDY reaches back, pulling LOGANNE free from the darkness into an embrace.) LOGANNE (softly): Cassie. (The ensemble vanishes into darkness. They return to the car.) CASSIDY: Did you get your food? (Blackout.)