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A scientist’s brain probe unleashes surprising thoughts in two young friends – from a knowledge of dead languages to a secret hatred.

A four-minute play, performed during a programme of short plays at the Lyric Studio Hammersmith.

Extract from Probe:

AVA: Shall we get on? I’ve got a lot of subjects to get through today.
We’ll try you this time (to Hector).

She presses a switch attached to HECTOR’s headset.

HECTOR: Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum uenustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.

AVA: Not sure what I hit then.

ED: What the fuck was that?

AVA: Latin.

HECTOR: I don’t know Latin.

AVA: Well, it was in there. I can’t get out what isn’t already in there.

ED: Where’d you think he’d learn Latin? I went to the same school as him and there definitely wasn’t any Latin.

AVA: You’d be surprised what’s in your head. Let me try again, I’ll slightly reset this… OK. Are you ready?

She presses a switch on Hector again.

HECTOR: I hate Ed.

Ava and ED stare at Hector.

HECTOR: I… I dunno where that came from.

AVA: Perhaps a… just a blip.The mind throws these things up. Don’t worry about it. (She makes a note)
Now! Let’s try again. Sit a bit stiller, perhaps.

HECTOR: Your equipment’s not working, you know. Something wrong with it. I’m serious. You need to take a look at it.

AVA: It’s working fine.

Ed is still staring silently at Hector.

AVA: Look.

She goes to press the switch on Ed, but he takes his headset off.

ED: No. Do him again.

HECTOR: No, man…

ED: Do him!

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