Sci-Fi Short Film "MOM VS MACHINE" | DUST | Mother's Day Special

(suspenseful music begins) (calming music begins) (water splashing) (knife chopping) (calming music continues) – Vyom! – Hit em’, hit em’, hit em’! – I am a pain poet, motherfucker. – Vyom? – Oh, you think I’m talking shit now? I’m about to put your ass in a wheelchair. – Vyom? – That’s it baby. That’s it, come to daddy. That’s right. – Vyom. – Yo, what you don’t even announce yourself? – Yo, I did. – No! (Vyom exhaling deeply) (exhaling) I’m sorry, mother. That was an overreaction. I, uh had money riding on that. – Money? – No, no.

Not like real money. Grubles. Like, you know flex points? – Oh. Okay. Cool. – Okay you think this is a joke. This is legit. – Vyom, it’s just a game. – Just a game? I’m a level 99 spell caster, mother. I earned that shit. You know what? I’m not gonna justify this. – Anybody else playing this game? Yes, attack them! – You know I pay my goddamn taxes. I go to work, I come home, I pay my rent. I got the degree that you wanted. I mean, what more do you want from me? I can

come home and just spend my time however I damn well please, without you judging me, all right? (indistinct yelling on headset) Yo, hold up. Code yellow

over here. – Vyom, I didn’t know that this was so important to you. – You can’t keep intruding, all right! This! This is a man cave. (sighing) – I just wanted to make sure that you had something good to eat. I put a new spice in there and I thought that maybe I could get your- – Mom. I have it covered. You see, this baby? This baby’s the Home-Maid. That’s

right. It’s incredible. Just plug in a recipe and boom baby! Biryani! And it’s just so good. (lips smacking) (sighing) So amazing. 3D printing. Voice activated too. And the best part is you don’t have to worry about me anymore. You can, you know, do your own thing. – Have fun. (upbeat techno music begins) – Embrace the future, Kamal! Honestly, this is the best thing that could happen to you. – Kick him out. Way over you way. Way. – It’s like we don’t even live in the same house anymore. – I wish they didn’t make it such

a politically correct thing to physically discipline our kids. Mine turned out fine. – Sheila, your kids are in therapy. – Have a great, (dor slamming) day. – What would you like me to make for you? Your favorite again? – Sure. Surprise me – Please step back. Dinner’s coming right up. (liquid rushing) And one more thing. Nothing’s complete without the secret ingredient. A pinch of love. (sniffing) Is- – Uh, grandma’s special biryani? – To your satisfaction? – Grandma? – How did I do? – You, you suck. – I can try again. I can do better. (suspenseful

music begins) (crows cawing) – My favorite daughter-in-law. – Cut the bullshit, Seema. – I’m not giving you the recipe if that’s why you’re here. – But you gave it to Vyom. – Mm. – He’s feeding your family recipe into a machine. Does that not bother you? – Times change. – Is this fun for you? You know when Anish was around, we’d sit at the table and Vyom would tell me all about his day. He doesn’t even bother coming up anymore from his, his dungeon. And now you are encouraging that kind of behavior. – Kamal. –

I don’t even know who he is anymore. He tells me he’s a, a spell caster! What does that even mean? – Has it ever occurred to you what it means to Vyom? – Vyom, it’s time to eat. – No, no, no, no. It’s time to raid with the boys. I’m not hungry right now, Home-Maid. – Would you like me to make your favorite again? – Home-Maid! Off! Gargathor isn’t gonna take care of himself. – I can try again. – Okay, shut up! (Vyom exhaling) – Would you like me to make your fav- (thudding) – Children

are like mag pies drawn into so many shiny things. All I know is that we are not the answer they’re looking for. – I can try- – Shut Up! God, why are you like this? Gotta go buy a new one now. (suspenseful music begins) (electrical buzzing) (electrical buzzing) – Kamal. You don’t need some recipe. – You’re the best damn cook in the family. Let not my idiot grandson define who you are. – I just, I just don’t want to lose him too. (lips smacking) – I know. (sighing) – Thank you. (chuckling) – Okay, that’s enough.

Get out now. – Yeah, that’s a tough dice roll, bra. You know, in my experience, relationships. You gotta go through something bad to know what’s good when good’s good. – Yeah, you’re right. It’s just really hard. – Boom, head shot! I can’t be touched. (Hand-Maid footsteps approaching) I am a god. I am a god. (ominous music begins) Oh, my God! Mommy, mommy! (thudding from basement) (eerie music begins) (thudding continues) – What the fuck? – Dinner’s coming right up. Dinner’s, dinner’s coming right up. Dinner’s coming right up. Is it to your satisfaction? (eerie music swelling) Please,

step back. Dinner’s coming right up. (machine whirring) (explosive booming) (mumbling in panic) (spitting food out) – Mommy! – Nothing’s complete without the secret ingredient! A pinch of love. I can try again! I can do better. – Vyom. Vyom, are you okay? Vyom! Vyom! Are you okay? – I don’t know how to turn it off. – Didn’t you read the instructions? (machine whirring) – The instructions. Mom. Cover me. – Please, step back. Dinner’s coming right up. – Hey! (suspenseful music intensifies) (metal clanging) (loud thudding and yelling) (gasping for air) Ah! (choking) Finish it, Spell Caster! (paper

rustling) – Holy shit! “In the event of an emergency where the Home-Maid may…” Home Maid activate code 526 immediate shutdown. Please. (machine shutting down) (breathing heavily) (gentle music begins) (gentle music continues) (upbeat techno music begins)