Nirvana

What am I doing here?

That is the question, Jimmy.

Why is Lisa here, and not elsewhere?

Because Lisa needs Jimmy,

and Jimmy - Lisa.

Love goes beyond need, or dependence.

Love is love and that is that.

Don't look for other things.

Don't we still love each other, Jimmy?

What is Lisa doing here?

A year came by since Lisa left...

and I was floating again in the sea of nothingness.

I have been left out before,

but this time there wasn't a glimmer in my soul.

Maybe it's never happened to you:

you wake up in the morning,

and your only wish is to be swallowed up again by the dark,

without dreaming,

or better still-without living.

I don't know where any of you are now,

but just think:

your blood is thick and dense as pitch.

All thoughts drop to the ground...

like fallen birds.

And your breath is choked.

"Okosama Star" can go and kill itself!

I admit it, I got lost...

and now I am floundering.

As the program loads,

the data scrolls quickly in front of me.

Here I am, seated n this hotel room,

waiting:

the "Indian virus" has not been launched yet.

Thought I know this could be the end of me, I am feeling calm.

We are still on the runway.

No-one's flying yet...

Room 717, "Chelsea" Hotel.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

I just can't believe that all this began...

only two days ago.

Hey!

You "Hey"?

All right, who are you? How did you get my number?

My name's Solo.

I found your number in my pocket,

I called, but I don't know who you are.

In fact, I don't even know who I am and what is all of this?

- What am I doing here? - Come in a little.

Oh, yeah.

Aren't you that Italian who was in Chang Lee's restaurant last night?

- Possible. - I gave you the number, remember?

- Last night! - No.

But I recall what you are saying.

- You are replaying? - All right, listen, pal!

If you are shooting up, or something, it's your business,

but when you get over it, if you want to have some fun; you have my number, call me up.

- I cost only 50 thousand aukus. - Repeat.

Go on! Keep talking!

I've got this strange sensation like I have already heard all this, like...

- Who is here? - I cornered you, spaghetti!

I am ahead now. All I got to do is pull the trigger.

If you pull the trigger now...

"Nirvana".

A new game by Jimmy Dinni...

set up in the very edges of the agglomerate,

and fused into your mind.

an "Okosama Star" game.

I must go away, Jimmy.

It's best for both of us.

Life goes running fast, and I can't keep up.

Jimmy, the only thing that mattered to me...

was your happiness,

but now I ask myself, "Who am I?" and, "Why?"?

It's 8 P.M., Jimmy.

Your house wished you good evening,

and reminds you that within 3 days...

you must deliver the new game to "Okosama Star".

And also, the dinner is served.

Not now, thanks.

It was you who asked to dine at this hour.

- The beer is chilled just right, Jimmy... - No, thank you.

- Shall I draw the water for your bath? - No...

I don't feel like taking a bath. Turn the TV on.

Perhaps you want to bathe later?

Stubborn, aren't' you! Look, I don't know. I'll tell you when! Turn the TV on!

It is my job to be useful, Jimmy.

Now you have less than three days to deliver "Nirvana"!

Just bug off!

Thank you, Jimmy. If you do decide to bathe, please, tell me in time...

I cannot work miracles. Someone is at the door.

- Check it. - Your favorite taxi, sir. Red-Rover.

Oh, he is OK.

Good evening, sir. I am sorry I am late. It was real hell out there.

I can imagine.

Here we are.

Liquid marihuana. Best quality.

Very well.

Three viels...

I would do anything to be able to live here in the center of town.

So, whatever you need, sir, whatever you want...

R-R-610. Red-Rover- 610, sir.

That's my alias. I am like the 610.

- All right. - Have a nice evening, sir.

610!

Hook-up "Nirvana".

Would not you like a hot bath first?

No, I already told you!

Start "Nirvana" and shut up!

Hey.

You "Hey"?

All right, who are you? You dialed my number.

My name is Solo.

I found your number inside my...

Have we already met?

I presume you could...

Ah, hi!

You must be the Italian I saw at Chang Lee's yesterday.

I gave you the number. You don't seem to remember anything.

We went through this already...

And there is that guy who shows up all of a sudden out of the blue...

There! You see?

- It's him! - I cornered you, spaghetti.

- I've got to admit it. It looks like this is it. - Wait.

Look, I know exactly what you've got on your mind.

You want to shoot this little thing so you can see me die once again.

- Right! How could you possibly know that? - Because all of this took place...

you've already climbed these stairs, I was just telling Maria...

I mean, you shot me, you killed me! I am already dead, I was murdered!

Good, then you know what to expect.

I went up on you, spaghetti, the game is over!

Not yet!

Oh, shit!

Solo!

Solo, come in a bit...

Solo!

I can't see you!

Solo! Are you listening?

What's going on there?

It's terrible.

Downright sinful.

Open the window...

Reach your hand in your right pocket...

Read it, please...

The note you hold in your hand... Read it...

Hey, the piece of paper! Read it.

No!

What the hell?

Who is here?

- Holy... - Show yourself. Where are you?

Oh, God!

- The note! - Who is there?

You are just gonna sit and be silent? Talk!

Look, I've found you.

Am I a guinea-pig?

What am I? Look, I know you are there!

We should talk this out!

- All right, pick up your gun. - No, no guns, I am sorry.

I don't want to play anymore. Show me that you exist. Tell me your name?

- Software failure. - You must be somebody!

Software failure.

I am Jimmy.

I knew it.

I knew there was somebody there!

So this is what you are doing?

- No? It's true! - What is going on?

I checked through the processing unit of your computer.

- I am afraid there is a virus, Jimmy. - A virus?

- What virus? Is there a virus going around. - Software failure.

All right. Just tell me the inconvenience this virus has caused.

It has infected the main character of your game,

giving him a sort of awareness,

inducing him to play without responding to your commands,

as if he had a true identity. - Identity?!

Have you ever been in a video game that tears you to pieces?!

Jimmy! Your name is Jimmy, right?

You got to do a lot of explaining. We've got to talk now.

He knew perfectly well that he could not escape from there;

that his life was nonexistent.

He glared at me from his world.

Reality cannot sustain the weight of such a stair.

A mind alone isn't enough to comprehend it.

Let me out. There is no future in here!

I make these games.

One each year.

Very profitable activity, indeed.

I am proud of it.

There is little else I can offer.

Did you make the right choice? You think you live a real life?

Take a look around.

Oh, sure, you probably have...

a lot of nice things, beautiful house.

But what if everything you see didn't exist?

If it was like where I am? You were like me?

You know, the only thing I can't do in here -

I can't stop playing.

But you can.

So, stop playing, Jimmy.

If you do, it means you are free...

Delete me, Jimmy.

Hey, you! Move it!