This is based on a script I started a long time ago. It is about many things, including the evolution of man over a possible as yet unmade future.
Technology has not only made life better, it has made life possible. So this is a 'idea' of how technology could make the world of tomorrow(tm futurama) a place of untold wonder and imagination.
There is a story to be told to life. A beautiful one. We just have to learn how to speak...
-Part 1- (more to come if I feel like it. I tend to change ideas a lot. I'm slightly...mad. lol )
UNKNOWN - A FUTURE FAR AWAY - IN ORBIT ABOVE EARTH
We are facing down on the earth. The blue marble. The crucible of all known life.
It spins slowly. Too slowly to percieve. Yet so fast it keeps every man and woman clung to it's jagged surface.
A symbol of relativity perhaps, or maybe just the universe's sense of humor.
"Strange Days" begins to play.
We zoom down like a gust of energy into the atmosphere. Beyond terminal velocity.
We stop at a heartbeat. Above a NASA launch. Apollo 11. The ship has just taken off.
NARRATOR
So they built ships, to explore the universe. And explore the universe they did.
INT - INSIDE APOLLO SPACECRAFT - CONTINOUS -
"Strange days have found us...."
ARMSTRONG
Roger. We got a roll program.
BEAT
EXT - OUTSIDE LAUNCH
It soars majestically into the heavens, a path paved by no man before.
NARRATOR
Our sense of wonder has always been our greatest asset.
COMMAND-HQ(RADIO)
Apollo 11, Houston. You're good in one minute.
EXT - SPACE
NARRATOR
A history of such tragic upbringing. Our naviety our greatest weakness.
So often the human race stands down, not step up. To face the great challenge.
To face the future.
The ship roars past the camera.
NARRATOR
If we get there, all together or thrown apart, as one or as many, there is only certainty,
it will be a long journey. One of many upsets, one of many tears spilt.
We switch to a shot of the moon. Hung in outter place as if it was meant to be.
NARRATOR
But the truth to existence is really simple. To make life better for each other.
And humanity, however it's peril, can not lose sight of that. For today we live, tomorrow we may die.
COMMAND
Reading the dials Buzz?
BUZZ (STATIC INTERFERED LAUGHTER)
Roger roger houstan.
NARRATOR
What men of tomorrow will think of men of today, is unclear. What men of tomorrow's values and beliefs will hold true.
But the journey, that we started as one cell all those millinia ago, can not be forgotten.
A gaint flood flight emits from the front of the craft, illuminating the surface of the moon.
ALDRIN
There she is....
ARMSTRONG
My god...
NARRATOR
Yet it so often is. Science and Education have taken back seat to T.V and violence. Wars rage like never before.
So many people have so little. They are held to the earth by a thin invisible teather, and that is all they have.
So the world of tomorrow, if it is to be, must remember life is for every man, not just the fortunate, not just the lucky.
FADE TO WHITE
FADE IN
In orbit above earth again.
The year is 3125.
Earth is the same basic structure, but it's skylines are flood with artifical light. The sun never goes down on their world.
We zoom in over the populus of New York.
It's once simple grid like layout of roads and accomadation are gone. In it's stead, pure architecture. Beautiful, awe inspiring structures like the art of ancient artists.
The skies are full of flying devices. Unmanned and manned. Nothing like today's cars, they are beautifully designed. Works of living art.
They produce no emissions, running purely on internal fusion.
We begin to follow a flying C.A.B - And yes, they are still yellow.
It weaves in and out of the air-traffic as elegently as a insect in flight.
COMMISSIONER (OVER AIR-Radio)
Good Morning citizens. I hope I find you in good humor.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
Today, at the Perl Gardens, the unvailing of Majova's next project. A living, breathing information kiosk. With free food, drink,
and elightenment for all our people.
BEAT
COMMISIONER
The structure is quite unique, a living tribute to our early struggles and our eventually rise to enlightenment.
Everyone is welcome. May the day find you well citizens.
The camera stops and the C.A.B storms off into the distance.
NARRATOR
Beautiful isn't it? This world. War? What war. Here stands a people rid of petty hatred, greed, violent impulse and simple selfishness. Here stands a people finally happy. Finally content with themselfs and their place in the cosmos.
INT - ARNOLD'S LIVING SPACE - Somewhere near.
Here is doing yoga, to the sound of music too beautiful to describe with words. His motions are divine.
*BUZZ*
ARNOLD
Yes friend?
COMPUTER *through sound emitting material*
A brillant good morning to you sir.
ARNOLD
And you my friend. Tell me, what is the news?
COMPUTER
The project has been a great success. Gorden is expecting you.
ARNOLD
Very well.
COMPUTER
Shall I contract a C.A.B?
ARNOLD
No. I feel like a stroll. Let the sun shine friend.
COMPUTER
As it always does sir.
EXT - Outside his door.
It opens. He is stood there with a calm smile on his face.
NARRATOR
Meet Arnold. A man of the future in every sense. He is an advisor to the leadership.
He strolls past the camera and we turn around to reveal the city ground. If you could only see what he saw.
The buildings. The art. The music. The people. It was a dream come true.
ARNOLD
*takes in a deep breath* Glorious. Just glorious.
Polluation was really a by-product of ineffectual rendering methods. In Arnold's world, all energy is clean.
ARNOLD
Hello there my dear friend.
MAJOVA
Ah Arnold my life mate. Where have you been? For tonight we dance my celebrated friend!
ARNOLD
Until the sun drops. I shall see you there. Good day to you.
MAJOVA *Tips his hat smiling*
Prosper onward...
