ACT 1, SCENE 1
A small, harshly lit office space. Four computers sit crammed together, two and two, facing opposite walls. An enormous copier looms in the foreground. A young man sits alone, engaged in chatter through an IRC client.
A young woman enters stage left.
GIRL: (Pauses and gestures to an empty seat at the nearest terminal) This seat okay?
YOUNG MAN: Yeah.
She sits down and powers on the computer in front of her. Bored silence creeps in as employees from nearby offices leave the building for the night.
YOUNG MAN: (extends his hand) Hi. I’m The Internet.
They shake hands.
INTERNET: So. (He fidgets.) What should I call you?
GIRL: (smiles) You can call me Scubadivider.