Partituur: Contact Me. Do you miss me?
(streetsounds, mix. Different voices in the background. Hectic.
Machine and Andy speak slowly, concentrated.)
Machine:
Andy?
(short break.)
Are you there?
(sounds.)
Andy?
Talk to me.
(break.)
I know you’re there.
(break.)
Come on.
I’m waiting.
We have just begon.
Don’t be stupid.
You can’t hide from me and you know it.
(short break.)
Andy: This is very… addictive.
Machine: Thank you.
(short break)
Andy: You were worried.
Machine: Not at all.
Andy: Yes you were. You thought something might have happened to me.
Machine: Don’t play with me Andy.
Andy: I’m looking at a crowd now.
Machine: That’s good. Thank you. Safe. Continue. Crowds are safe. Go on.
Andy: Daytime. They’re all in a hurry. Rush hour.
Machine: Wonderfull. They’re the telephonepeople.
Andy: I see. All wireless. All connected. Photographers… Curious consumers…
Machine: Just like you…
Andy: Just like me. Yes. Just like everyone else. Can look at them for hours. They’re like a race. A new digital race.
Machine: Good. They never bump into eachother.
Andy: No.
Machine: And if they do, they say sorry.
Andy: Sorry.
(Machine and Andy laugh. Sorry. Hahaha. Oops. Sorry. Hahaha.)
Andy (surprised.) This is so funny! Ah! There he is again. The old man.
Standing on a square.
Machine: What’s he doing?
Andy: Don’t know. Waiting. Looking. Doing nothing. Taking pictures.
Machine: You’re looking at him right now?
Andy: Fascinating.
Machine: What?
Andy: He’s… different. Don’t know…
Machine: He knows what he wants. He knows what he’s doing. You love taking pictures too, don’t you?
Andy: Yes, I do.
Machine: That’s good.
Andy: It’s my profession.
Machine: He could be your friend?
Andy: Machine?
Machine: Yes, Andy.
Andy: Is he doing a kind of screentest? Is he working for you? Does he know?
Machine: Shhhh. Look at him.
Andy: There’s no sence in this… I don’t understand.
Machine: That’s OK, but don’t blame me. I’m just… Machine.
Andy: Yes you are.
Machine: This is his world.
He’s a collector.
The amounts of photo’s in his digital pool are… countless.
It never stops.
It will never stop.
Andy: Why?
Machine: Don’t ask.
Andy: An old man with a camera and a wonderfull collection of photo’s.
Machine: Go on…
Andy: Yes, I want to meet him… What do I have to do?
Machine: One moment please.
(clicking sound. as if a big door closes and another door opens.
All electric.)
