Time Well Spent

OPENING
A black circle sits ominously in the middle of a vast, white emptiness.

TITLE SCREEN
The year is 2077. Lifelike androids indeterminable from their human creators have infiltrated society. One man seeks them out.

INT.DINER.NIGHT (THE FUTURE)

A man sits alone in a dim booth, cigarette smoke pours out through his nose as he lethargically spins the ash tray in front of him. The bell atop the diner’s door rings as it opens to reveal a THIN, jittery man. The LONE man in the booth raises his hand a little, gesturing to the thin man who joins him in the booth.

                                                           THIN
You the guy?

                                                           LONE
Depends who’s asking.

                                                           THIN
Ha. You’re the guy alright.. I know where one of them is.

                                                           LONE
One of what?

                                                           THIN
You know… bots.

Lone stubs his butt out in the ashtray.

                                                           LONE
Show me.

EXT.ALLEY.NIGHT
The two men round the corner of a dark, dingy alley and the hum from the neon streetlamps dies away.

                                                           THIN
Come on, just a bit farther.

Lone follows him down the alley into a dead end. Thin begins to smile as two other men materialise out of the shadows blocking the exit.

                                                           THIN
We’ve been looking for you for a long time now, you’ve killed so many… But now we have you, you walked right in to our trap.

                                                           LONE
I know.

Lone shoots from the hip leaving a smoking hole in Thin’s forehead, the other two rush him quickly but Lone slips through them, tripping one to the ground and planting a bullet in his head. The remaining thug backs away. Lone drops his gun and pulls a knuckle duster from his coat.

                                                           LONE
Steel on steel. Now its a fair fight.

The thug runs at Lone haphazardly. Lone steps swiftly to the side and lands a crushing gut punch on the thug who crumples and raises his hand in front of his face. Lone lands another on the thug’s head knocking him to the ground.

                                                           THUG
Please.. No more.

Lone begins punching the defeated thug in the face. As he does so bits of flesh begin peeling off to reveal a mechanical skull. Suddenly bright light floods the alley.

                                                           POLICE
This is the police, step away from the man and place your hands on your head!

                                                           LONE
This isn’t a man.

                                                           POLICE
I repeat, step away from the man!

Lone steps back and puts his hands on top of his head, the police swarm the alley and restrain Lone who looks at the mutilated robot.

                                                           LONE
You got lucky.

INT.POLICE STATION.DAY
The future police chief stands behind his desk facing two uncomfortable looking detectives.

                                                           CHIEF
This is fifth case of man-on-bot crime this month! We’re supposed to protect and serve but the only thing you seem to worry about protecting is your asses! We’ve got two decommissioned bots, one in intensive care and the perp is going to walk thanks to some fucked up loophole big enough to stick my dick in. The whole world is watching detectives, so at least try and look like you’re paying attention too. Now; we’ve got four open robocides and the longer they stay unsolved the longer we look like we don’t give a shit, so get out there and make an example, or I’ll make you an example. That’s all detectives.

TITLE SCREEN II
The year is 2277. Robots rule the earth. The remnants of humanity have been exiled to segregated enclosures across the globe. A handful of pro-life rebel upstarts still fight for what used to be. One robot seeks them out.

EXT.ORGANIC SLUM.NIGHT
A pristine ANDROID strides dutifully down a narrow, litter strewn path. Makeshift homes propped atop each other spill out on both sides. Human eyes glint suspiciously from the shadows of the doorways which slam and lock in chain reaction as the android advances deeper into the maze. It finally stops outside a small dilapidated hut with a steel door and knocks.

                                                           ANDROID
This is officer E-777 with the RBPD. We have reason to believe you’re harbouring malicious system threats. Comply in the next five seconds or I will be forced to enter.

There is no movement heard from within.

                                                           E-777
Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Breaching.

The robot deftly lifts the door off its hinges and places it aside. It then activates a flashlight on its wrist and enters the gloom. A human voice speaks from the shadows.

                                                           MAN
You’re a long way from home bot. We’ve been following you ever since you set foot on our turf, and now you’ve walked right into our trap.

                                                           E-777
I know.

INT.POLICE STATION.DAY
The ROBO-POLICE CHIEF stands behind his desk facing an apathetic E-777.

                                                           ROBO-CHIEF
You’re supposed to protect and serve, not kill everyone who looks at you funny! We’ve got four dead organics, two in intensive care and the human-rights people are riding my circuits like an over-clocked motherboard.

E-777 rolls his eyes.

ROBO-CHIEF
You’d better update your attitude officer, before I shut your butt down. Now the system repair guys are on their way over to corroborate your data. I still owe you one from the virus-killer so I’ll cover your processor this one last time but starting now; install a new OS because I’ve had it up to here with your BS. That’s all officer, dismissed.

TITLE SCREEN III

The year is 2477. Man and machine live in harmony, intertwined so that its impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. Man’s free will now exists as part of a collective consciousness, “The Will of One”, also known as “TWO” . Two nurtures and guides its blossoming civilisations growth in the universe and off-world colonisation has been underway for decades. So far no alien intelligence has been contacted. Until now.

EXT.LV-777 – UNCHARTED PLANET.DAY
A futuristic shuttle flies low over the barren, foreboding surface of LV-777.

INT.SHUTTLE COCKPIT.DAY
Two augmented humans, fitted with all manner of robotic implants, sit in the claustrophobic cockpit surrounded by blinking lights and wires.

                                                           BILL-356
This place gives me the creeps. Sometimes I wish I could carry out The Will of One on a nice off-world colony like Titan, supervising the mercury mines or tending the space crops. “See the worlds” they said.. If I had have known most of them would look like this…

                                                           PAM-478
Ah quit your whining Bill, this is what we signed up for.

An omnipresent voice speaks.

                                                           TWO
Yes, I’m sorry you feel that way 356 but you are integral to the greater good and Two commends your efforts.

                                                           BILL-356
Yeah, yeah…

                                                           PAM-478
Hey, do you see that??

                                                           BILL-356
What?

                                                           PAM-478
It looks like some sort of structure.. Are you sure this planet is uncharted Two?

                                                           TWO
Certain, 478.

                                                           BILL-356
What the…

EXT.THE SURFACE OF LV-777.DAY
The two explorers stand outside a giant domed building protruding from the side of a sheer cliff-face. A small square shaped door is the only feature on its surface. As they approach it opens automatically. The two look at each other.

                                                           BILL-356
After you…

They enter the darkness.

INT.CAVERN.DAY
The interior is pitch black save the light emanating from the portal behind the dubious duo. They glance nervously at each-other.

                                                           BILL-356
Hey Pam, set your pants to crap.

                                                           PAM-478
Affirmative.

Pam switches her flashlight on but it only illuminates the ground directly in front of them.

                                                           PAM-478
Hey Two, are you reading any vital signs?

                                                           TWO
My sensors seem to be jammed. I advise to proceed with caution.

                                                           BILL-356
Great advice Two… Well, lead the way Pam.

As they commence their journey into the darkness lights begin to illuminate on either side, creating a path stretching deeper into the darkness. As they advance, more lights continue to appear leading them further into the unknown. After a time the path turns into steps ascending upwards.

                                                           PAM-478
Onward and upwards I guess.

                                                           BILL-356
I hate steps.

The two climb wearily until they reach the top where they are met by a small, square plateau illuminated by a soft glow. In the center of the plateau is a huddled figure. The two share a furtive glance.

                                                           PAM-478
Any advice Two?

                                                           TWO
My precognitive processes cannot simulate this scenario.

                                                           PAM-478
I’ll take that as a no.

Pam edges towards the figure leaving Bill where he is.

                                                           BILL-356
Right behind you Pam…

As Pam inches closer the figure sways slightly.

                                                           PAM-478
Hello..? WE COME IN PEACE.

The figure seems to raise its head. It then folds out like a flip-knife to reveal a humanoid figure three times the height of our intrepid duo, who are now both frozen with fear.

                                                           ALIEN
WE’VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.

The booming voice echoes and dies to dead silence.

                                                           BILL-356
…We?

Suddenly bright lights flood the space to reveal a humongous cavern brimming with a crowd of similar looking aliens, all focused on centre stage.

                                                           ALIEN
Welcome humans. I am SIMON, ambassador of our genus. Do not be afraid, we have been awaiting the junction of our two species for some time now. The prophecy has been fulfilled.

                                                           PAM-478
The prophecy? You’ve been waiting for us? Where are you from? How can we understand you? What the hell is going on??

                                                           BILL-356
Your name is Simon?!

                                                           SIMON
Be calm my fragile friends. All will be explained soon.

TITLE SCREEN IV
The year is 2677. The United Galactic Federation’s reach stretches across thousands of galaxies unifying and governing all known intelligent life in the universe. Humanity is relatively new to the congress and still has much to prove…

INT.GALACTIC SENATE.DAY
The UGF’s conference room is mostly taken up by a large floating table. Sat around it is a who’s who of powerful alien life-forms; there’s one that looks like an octopus with wings, one that looks like a bipedal zebra mixed with a fish and one that looks like a lamp. At the head of the table is a large, regal looking alien who’s best described as a blue giraffe with human hands. Stretching down the table are an assortment of other aliens with a meek human/augment sat at the very end. The regal alien begins to speak.

                                                           CHANCELLOR
All in favour of banning personal molecular communicators in official senate meetings say “aye.”

                                                           SENATORS
Aye.

                                                           CHANCELLOR
Now onto the main issue of the day. When to hold the annual inter-galactic sports da-

He’s interrupted as the zebra/fish’s personal molecular communicator starts ringing causing everyone to turn and stare. The chancellor clears his throat prompting the zebra/fish to rise guiltily out of its seat, switching chairs with the human. Zebra/fish is now at the end of the table and humanity is one chair up.

TITLE SCREEN V
The year is 2877. The universe is in a state of cold war, with humanity poised on a knife-point at its center. On one side sits the progressive unionists who believe that all planets should be unified under the same rule of law. The opposing separatists maintain each planet should be free to govern themselves within the tenets of the United Galactic Treaty. Thousands of proxy wars are being played out across the universe, each faction a pawn in the largest game of chess ever, each player growing more devious with every move.

Having remained neutral throughout its rise in the Federation, Humanity is in a unique position to act as mediator to the warring sides, though to have any hope of unifying the universe it must first climb to the top. The path to the summit will be filled with peril and one slip could be a free-fall into extinction. Every move counts.

INT.GALACTIC SENATE.DAY

The conference room looks the same but the order of the aliens sat at the table has changed somewhat. The regal giraffe is still sat at the head however a human/augment is now sat somewhere in the middle.

                                                           CHANCELLOR
All in favour of adding a healthy option to the cafeter-

A ringing tone interrupts the chancellor. The whole room turns to stare at a skinny insectoid alien sat one seat up from the human-augment.

TITLE SCREEN VI
The year is 3077. Humanity has forged its way to the head of the Galactic Senate, now focusing its efforts on further understanding the mysteries of the universe. An ancient alien prophecy foretold that answers would be found at the edge of time and space…

EXT.THE EDGE OF TIME AND SPACE.???
An even more futuristic shuttle soars through the vastness of space as stars, space-rocks and all visible matter thin out to pure nothingness.

INT.SHUTTLE COCKPIT.???

                                                           PAM-7809
We must be getting close. The internal shuttle clock is slowing down.

                                                           TWO
Affirmative 7809, my readings suggest that we are now entering nothingness.

The shuttle clock continues to slow until it stops completely.

                                                           BILL-9890
Hey, whats that?

A small white square can be seen in front of them through the shuttle window. As they continue it grows bigger. The two astronauts stare wide eyed as the square fills up the whole window. Soon they have seemingly entered the square and are traveling through the enveloping white nothingness.

                                                           BILL-9890
I hope you’ve prepared your questions Pam, because we’re about to get answers.

EXT.NOTHINGNESS. –
The shuttle travels indefinitely until it reaches a small black-hole-type-vortex, the only speck of contrast on the white plain.

INT.SHUTTLE COCKPIT. –
The two astronauts share a glance but sit in silence as they approach the vortex. Suddenly the shuttle comes to a halt.

                                                           PAM-7809
What’s going on?

TWO
The shuttle is being stopped by outside forces.

                                                           BILL-9890
What the?

The vortex begins to vibrate slightly.

                                                           VORTEX
SPEAK HUMANS. WHY HAVE YOU COME.

                                                           BILL-9890
I’ll let you field this one Pam…

                                                           PAM-7809
We came for answers.

                                                           VORTEX
TO WHAT QUESTIONS?

                                                           PAM-7809
…Who are you?

                                                           VORTEX
I AM THE CREATOR.

                                                           PAM-7809
You created us?

                                                           THE CREATOR
AND EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER KNOWN.

                                                           BILL-9890
Why?

                                                           THE CREATOR
WHY NOT?

                                                           PAM-7809
Who created you?

                                                           THE CREATOR
THE ANSWER TO THAT IS BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION.

                                                           BILL-9890
Convenient…

There is a lull in dialogue for a moment until a look of purpose dawns on Pam’s face.

                                                           PAM-7809
What is the meaning of life?

                                                           THE CREATOR
THE MEANING OF LIFE? WHAT AN ODD QUESTION. THE MEANING OF LIFE IS TO LIVE.

                                                           PAM-7809
That’s it?

                                                           THE CREATOR
THE MEANING OF LIFE IS  TO LAUGH, TO CRY, TO FORM RELATIONSHIPS, TO CREATE NEW LIFE, TO HELP OTHERS, TO STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF WHILE STRIVING TOWARDS SOMETHING LARGER THAN YOURSELF.

THE MEANING OF LIFE IS TO CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN, TO PLUNGE THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEPEST SEA, TO EXPLORE NEW WORLDS AND TO EXPAND YOUR OWN.

IT IS FOR YOU TO CONSUME AND CREATE ART, TO CRITIQUE EVERYTHING AND SEE THE BEAUTY IN ALL. IT IS TO BEAR WITNESS TO MY CREATION.

IN SHORT, YOU GIVE LIFE MEANING. THE MEANING OF LIFE IS UP TO YOU.

EXT.THE EDGE OF TIME AND SPACE.???
The shuttle travels back through the nothingness until it once again reaches the edge of space.

INT.SHUTTLE COCKPIT.???
The two sit in silence as the shuttle clock gradually begins to work again. Bill lets out a sigh.

                                                           BILL-9890
Well that was a waste of time.

                                                           PAM-7809
Agreed.

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