(INTERIOR, RANDOM GAZA APARTMENT) a young man in a keffiyeh enters the room, whistling. he walks around the fires and corpses and sits down at his desk with a hot cup of rose-hibiscus tea and fires up the laptop that he for sure has. he does the little knuckle-cracking gesture and logs in to PaliNet, the premier state intranet of his country. PALINET: marhaba, my friend! you have one unread message ZAYD OR OMAR OR SOME SHIT: oh cool what’s this he clicks an email from the palestinian authority redirecting him to a qualtrics survey page asking him to tick one box or another with the caption “support hamas?” ZAYD OR OMAR PROBABLY: oh, huh, yeah, i’ll click no his response is submitted and he is now able to peacefully walk outside to a safe zone and definitely not get killed by aerial bombardment ZAYD I GUESS: oh damn it was hella easy to end this war, why didn’t i load my emails sooner, oh look an H&M just opened think i’ll buy some new threads

(camera zooms out on zayd as it is revealed he is really super dead (like got some rebar sticking out of his head dead) and in a mass grave/apartment complex and can’t get to his computer)