[with sounds of Starcraft in background]

Z:

How does something musical come from being unmusical, were there not varying degrees or states of being between musical and unmusical?

P:

Wow I think we are really pwning this thing.

Z:

I don't know what meaning there can be in all of this. We're all going to be extinct some day anyway.

P:

Your little critter things are so creepy, yeah, eugh, creepy little critters, that's some creepy shit yo.

Z:

You know what I've decided? Maybe there really isn't a purpose to anything after all, and we should all just stop looking. You know? Like there are other things in life, other things that could make it good.

J:

Of course, even if there's no purpose, it's still worth living.

P:

You guys are still trying to figure out the meaning of life? Seriously? You, know, this is just my opinion, but I think it's very simple. We're here to reproduce. I mean, it is our biological function. We were intended to perpetuate our species, nothing more, and there's no need to try to find some sort of over-arching thing or--

J:

GET YOUR SIEGE TANKS OVER HERE

P:

I don't have any.

J:

okay, um...I KNOW. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Z:

You guys make me sick.

J:

So.

P:

Anyway, I just think you guys are trying to find something that isn't there.

Z:

No...it's just...(head-shaking, stammering mouth-noises)...I don't...that's just not how it is. How do you explain the existence of our society? The arts? Philosophy? Is technological advancement for no other purpose than to improve our evolutionary effectiveness, and art the opiate to sedate us and keep us on our track to continual meaningless self-recycle?

J is happy to believe it. Self-contented smile.

P's expansion in upper left corner is being attacked. J's carriers have joined the onslaught. Computer game noises fade into background. Agnus dei. Barber. The final chord fails to resolve. J slumps further into chair, then sits up. His brain has started asking questions. Why are we here? What was the name of the girl who was across the room at the social dance two nights ago? Where are my keys? How? Whence?