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The Waking up of the Extremis - Act Four

Continuation….

ACT FOUR scene one [Atharia comes to and finds herself in a private hospital. Several people are looking through a glass. Atharia stands up to join them. The scene below shows an operating room. Atharia locks eyes with the doctor for a second. The doctor begins operating on a patient.] [Voice]: In darkness shrouds within the darkest hour one life is extinguished, one life is taken, one life is given, one life is borrowed. Man with all his genius has yet to unlock the mystery of life. The scientist prideths himself in the least of his revelations, then turns around and places glory on ‘chance’ occurrences. But the eyes spill tears and the heart speaks of want, Time immemorial HE placed inside their hearts. [Doctor speaks from operating room] [Doctor]: How far would you go to protect the one you love? What would you do if you had the power in your hands? See the man whose wife is lying on the operating table; see his children clinging on to his legs too afraid to show their faces. Put yourself in their shoes; can you feel their pain? [Atharia]: My mind is tortured… How far would I go to save someone I love? Would I break all moral boundaries, laws and principles? Would I look the other way and satisfy myself in ignorance without asking too many questions? ‘Abstain from blood’ –that is the command. No questions. No compromise. But what of organ donation? Could I stand watching someone I love live a life that’s borrowed? Would I be able to relate to them without feeling a great mental disturbance? Would I look at them and think ‘I’m happy you’re alive’, knowing what I do know? The body and the spirit. The heart and the mind. When the body is defiled, how can I reconcile that in my mind? But how then would I live with the guilt of knowing I let them die? Two guilts: The guilt of living and The guilt of dying. Which one would I choose? I guess the answer is hypothetical at best. But moral decadence cannot, should not be allowed to prevail. Free will is what separates the humans from the animals. You take that away – You take away their lives. [Atharia watches as the doctor continues to work before she walks away. The scene fades as Atharia is seen talking with a reporter.]
To be continued…

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  1. Date: 1/22/2013 11:09:00 AM

    Powerful questions, Vicky... I have no objective answers... the answers will undoubtedly differ according to whom the questions are addressed... the 'depth' of love plays a role, the 'humanity', 'egoism, or... of the ones asked... very exceptional work... Terry

  1. Date: 12/19/2012 5:33:00 PM

    Something special here, stumbled in but I will be sticking around, imaginitive,

  1. Date: 12/19/2012 10:09:00 AM

    oh so powerful Vivky,, i'm leaving this reading, with you giving me a lot to think about, very clever and constructed poem,,,

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 7:54:00 AM

    Good morning Thanks for the comment you posted on my poem, it is appreciated. Do you celebrate Christmas? If you do I hope it is filled with many Blessings.

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux Date: 12/20/2012 8:14:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Even if you do not I still wish your free time to be blessed. Do you have a different faith?
    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/20/2012 1:08:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you, no, I don't celebrate Christmas but I'm looking foward to some time off.
  1. Date: 12/16/2012 12:02:00 PM

    wonderful write Vicky, I would gladly donate to save the life of one I love, love Elizabeth

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 11:00:00 AM

    Vicky; I've already read all four and you still have more. It's amazing. I have two cousins, brother and sister. years ago He gave his sister a kidnny to save her life. But sometimes people don't know Who donated the organs that saved their lives. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

  1. Date: 12/15/2012 4:50:00 PM

    Wow.

  1. Date: 12/15/2012 2:05:00 PM

    If you have read it, please reread, I have added to my poem.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/15/2012 11:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    It's awesome!
  1. Date: 12/15/2012 10:56:00 AM

    I wrote one this morning, inspired by your social conscience.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/15/2012 11:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Now I'm curious.
  1. Date: 12/15/2012 8:35:00 AM

    I am so honored to be the first to comment. Your voice is so powerful. I am afraid to answer your questions. I hope never to find myself in this situation. I fear I would be too weak to choose properly. If I could offer my own body as a substitute I would gladly die to save the one I love. Here in this part of the world we are oblivious, perhaps the same crimes are happening here as well. Do we even want to know? Ignorance can be bliss.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/15/2012 9:35:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    you're right, ignorance is bliss -and that's the problem. Questions abound but answers are hard to comprehend. Thank you Richard. As always your words bring encouragement.