Dare I say, I’d not want to live in a Utopia?

Two chairs sit across from each other, three-quarters facing forward the stage. Deidre and Maddie are on either one. Deidre has an iPad draped over her while Maddie has her computer on her lap, feet planted to the ground.
MADDIE: “If you were a Burger King menu item, which one would you be?”
DEIDRE: Get to the point already.
MADDIE: Okay. $10,000. Burger King College Scholarship for Youths Against Adversity.
DEIDRE: What if I’m for adversity?
MADDIE: Just don’t include it in your tagline then. Start the hook off with “The Whopper.”
DEIDRE (sighs): This is so dumb, why are you making me take these?
MADDIE: Because mom isn’t going to be able to pay for the sticker price of fucking Yale. Now, come on. Stop being lazy.
DEIDRE: With the work ethic you have for bossing me around, you should have tried for Yale yourself.
MADDIE: D, I can barely string on a sentence that is longer than 31 characters.
DEIDRE: Is that the amount of characters allowed on a Snapchat?
MADDIE: And that’s why you’re going to Yale.
Maddie’s eyes grow wide.
MADDIE: Deidre! Deidre, this one is good.
DEIDRE: What is it?
MADDIE: “The Utopian scholarship: Describe how you will create a Utopia?” You… you volunteer in the library on Sundays!
DEIDRE: Well I do believe that a future without books is a dystopian somewhere… Celsius something, wasn’t it?
MADDIE: – Mom bought Celsius?
DEIDRE: No. The book…
MADDIE: It’s an energy drink company, Deidre.
DEIDRE: -Fahrenheit 451!
MADDIE: Are you going to cooperate now? I’ll send you the link.
DEIDRE: Sure, I will. What does Utopia mean again?
MADDIE: Like architectural abundance. Like big tall skyscrapers!
DEIDRE: Like ones where you can jump off of.
MADDIE: Like flocks of birds that are shaped into a big heart in the sky!
DEIDRE: More poop to throw at you, my dear.
MADDIE: Like dreams! Dreams that you cram your wall with sticky notes about!
DEIDRE: Sticky notes that fall off your walls after some time of forgetting.
MADDIE: Parties and people doing karaoke!
DEIDRE: But your boyfriend won’t sing Love is an Open Door with you. Because he’s cheating on you with the snowman.
MADDIE: Alright, that’s enough. Sit down and write this damn essay.
DEIDRE: I already did, with all your yapping that’s gone about.
MADDIE (claps): Let’s hear it then.
DEIDRE: “There are two types of people in the world: those that ask how the world works and ones that ask if the world works. Being 17, I can’t say that I truly know if the world works yet. Questions that arise to me are if marriage works as a righteous portrayal of love. Does college work as a righteous portrayal of education? Do humans write to connect with others, or is it an innately selfish thing we do to spread our brokenness onto others?”
MADDIE: NOW WHAT IN THE HELL..
DEIDRE: I’m not finished yet. “A utopia, in my mind, is not a place where there are tall skyscrapers with no question or flying geese in the shape of a heart or couples with no arguments. A utopia to me, is a place where people feel deeply fulfilled with their life. Socrates once said that a life unquestioned is not a life worth living. “Know Thyself.” To know oneself is the best method to understanding others and the world around them. While living in an imperfect reality, there can still be moments of human connection that help to understand self-identity and social identity. The challenge of these questions that may shake someone now, is a means to an end. To building a Utopia.”