**scene opens to a television with a news channel on. Underneath the droning anchor is a headline ribbon reading "Channels Television is awarded TV station of the year for the nth time!". Then the screen changes to the developing news story of the day.**

"BREAKING NEWS: GREY PERSON FOUND BY FISHERMEN ON BEACH IN LAGOS! CASE TO BE INVESTIGATED BY THE DSS! SCIENTISTS WORLDWIDE STUMPED BY PHENOMENON!"

**scene changes to an interrogation room somewhere in Lagos. It has grey walls, grey table and two grey, stainless steel chairs. On the chair, handcuffed to the table is a grey person.**

**grey because the aforementioned being is in fact grey in complexion from crown to sole, wearing grey jeans and a grey t-shirt.**

**person because the physical features of the aforementioned being point to absolute androgyny.**

**the door to the room opens and in strides a short and stocky man in a grey windbreaker. He grabs the other chair and plants himself in it, removing the handcuffs on the grey being and stares at then for a Very. Long. Time.**

**finally, he speaks**

Strangely short and stocky man: So... this is new.

Grey Person: *stares in wonder at the stocky man's swarthy skin*

SS&S Man: Hello? The preliminary reports said you spoke English.

Grey Person: *doesn't notice the question*

SS&S Man: Hello!

Grey Person: *snaps to reality with a surprised grunt then smiles apologetically*

SS&S Man: Hello. My name is Ayoola. Your name is?

Grey Person: *remains silent for a few seconds before speaking. Their voice possesses a strong rasp, not too dissimilar to the sound of grating okra* My name... my name is Simitaq.

Ayoola: Okay... Simitaq. Needless to say, you've really burst our brains over here. Our scientists ran a series of tests on you and well, we've sort of confirmed that you're not normal. What with, your plain grey complexion and the fact that your blood is grey? That's strange.

Simitaq: Normal. Such a relative term. I'm strange in your world but where I come from, I'm as ordinary as anyone else.

Ayoola: *leans forward, plainly showing his curiosity* Where you come from? Where exactly do you come from then?

Simitaq: *winces in pain and sighs sadly* Off the coast of Western Africa, somewhere on the Gulf of Guinea. My homeland, the island of Greyria.

Ayoola: *stifles laughter* Greyria? As in Grey Area?

Simitaq: Yes.

Ayoola: Okay... Why call it Greyria?

Simitaq: Because everything in it is literally grey. The skies, the trees, the people, everything.

Ayoola: Wait, wait. Surely everything can't be grey? How are you able to differentiate objects then?

Simitaq: Don't be childish. There are at least fifty different shades of grey. I thought you people knew that.

Ayoola: Wait. Can't it be that the light gives off the perception of everything looking grey?

Simitaq: Did my blood look like light was playing with it? Every single thing is grey. From the clothes to the water, which accounts for our low life expectancy now that I hear that greywater over here is actually sewage.

Ayoola: Tell me about this Greyria place.

Simitaq: *winces in pain* What do you want to know? It's hidden from satellite view, trapped between absolutes of reality in a state of physical ambiguity. Everything is grey including the sun, the night sky, everything. Including our politics and perception of life. Our government is a cross between democracy and an autocracy, totalitarian and benign. Our view on life is punctuated by ambiguity, apathy and ambivalence. *winces in pain again, visibly this time*

Ayoola: Are you alright?

Simitaq: *breathes heavily* No... But I must finish my story. You likely noticed my androgynous nature. This is what we look like in Greyria. Reproduction is a cross between sexual and asexual, among other things. It may sound strange to your ears but life is, well— without disruption. Everyone is of one apathetic mind so no wars or peace either. Absolutes are the only thing unheard of in Greyria.

Ayoola: So why did you leave?

Simitaq: *pauses as though reflecting on how to answer the question, then reaches across the table towards Ayoola* I left because I wanted to live. I don't know how it happened but I reached an absolute. I had to leave, to see the world of absolutes, of colour! *sweat beads on Simitiq's forehead as the exertion takes its toll. They collapse to the floor, whimpering in pain*

Ayoola: You're not well. *whips out his phone and calls for a medical team*

Simitaq: Don't bother. It's too late for me. *takes Ayoola's hand*

Ayoola: Why?

Simitaq: I was born and raised on Greyria. My parents were Greyrians. My body is grey, stuck in a state of physical ambiguity. It cannot abide long in a world of absolutes.

Ayoola: But if you knew this, why did you come anyway?

Simitaq: *grows weaker* I... I just wanted to see colours. Black, white, green, purple... I wanted... for once to see what a world of absolutes... looked like.

Ayoola: I'm afraid we don't acknowledge absolutes much over here either. The concept of good and evil is too heavy to understand so we usually don't bother.

Simitaq: But you can acknowledge it. That's enough for me. *their voice is no more than a rattle now, breathing no more than an exertive task* Look through the Gulf of Guinea. You may find it with proper hyperspectral imaging. May. Find Greyria. Destroy the island. Let my people see colour.

Ayoola: I will try.

Simitaq: That's not an absolute.

Ayoola: I will do it then.

Simitaq: *smiles, finally at peace* I wasn't disappointed. I know... I know what... people... ought to look like now...  *exhales one last time and goes still*

Ayoola: *closes their eyes* Rest, you've fulfilled your wish. *whips out his phone and leaves the room* Yes, Kenechi, could you load up the hyperspectral imaging? I have an idea.

**scene ends as story comes to a dramatic conclusion**

**credits roll amidst ominous orchestral music**