Sunrise, Sunset - A Modern Day Sci-Fi Tale set in New York. (And the rest of the world.) (Hey I might get money to make it one day...:P)

"Sunrise, Sunset."

An Antony Wells (Game)Play

EXT - New York, New York. Down 5th Avenue. - The Year is 2025

A man, Jake Robins, and his friend Bishop Matthews are walking down, what is then
an electric street. Of vibrant Neon, and floating Advertising. Projections as big as buildings,
and just as real to the touch.

   JAKE
I dreamed of a perfect world the other night.

He reaches out towards the sky, almost hopelessly. Pulls his hands back, and puts them in his pockets.

  BISHOP
What do you call this?

A quiet melody begins to play. The color of the scene begins to change with each beat.

   JAKE
This? I do not know. I do not care. I am meant for more.

Again he reaches out, but quicker, and more dispondent.

   BISHOP
The tao of life is strange for all. Not just the lucky, not just the unfortunate.

The music begins to build. The screen shifts with each beat.

   JAKE
We live in this tired vaccume. It must be a billion years of struggle. At every level. From the atom to the gods.

   BISHOP
Find your own path Luke.

   JAKE
What use is a path, when all roads lead to nowhere?

  BISHOP
Then fucking build it. If they will not. Make it, if they can not. Dream it, if they dare not.

The music suddenly stops. The screen is now normal.

They stop walking.

  JAKE
And you'll be there?

  BISHOP
The Sciences are my wings.

 JAKE
Then, let us fly.

They continue to walk. The camera remains where it is.

Three Beats.

  JAKE(O.S)
It will not be easy.

  BISHOP(O.S)
We'll find a way. It is ours to be.

INT - THEIR LAB - MOMENTS LATER

The florescent lights flood the room as they enter.

  JAKE
I chase a dream, as do you. Do you think the Institute will be so kind?

  BISHOP
They will see the wisdom in our method. Only a person without sense, would not.

"Broken Art" - A story about "Hollywood" - Warts, hookers, pimps and all.

INT - 21st Century Fox Studios - United States, 2010.

Two high flying, low lifes are stood by a water cooler. Sipping from plastic cups.
The guy on the left is Matthew Nuggart, the other is David McVien.

  Matthew.
How much did you make?

 David
Well Matthew, it was a broad spec comedy about naked nuns. You do the math.

 Matthew
Ching-a-bling-ching huh?

 David
Ah it's too easy Matthew. It's like persuading sharks to feed on chum.

 Matthew
We have them over a barrel.

David smiles, a real dark smile.

  David
So uh, what project you guys looking to do next?

 Matthew
We got this really great script come in, about first contact. And we also got this other script,
about a talking parrot that dies and comes back to life as a talking frying pan.

 David
So whose playing the frying pan?

 Matthew
Hey how do you know we aren't making the first one?

  David does not reply, just laughs.

 Matthew
Nah, probably Robin Williams. He hasn't played a frying pan for a few movies.

  David
Do you love our life or what?

 Matthew
It's easy street my brother. We get up, feed the public what they want, which as you know is
the kind of shit talented people like us can churn out in 2 days. Make out we spent one hundred million on it.
Spend close to that on advertising and ching-a-bling-ching - it's raining bucks.

 David
Can you believe some of them actually think we're even trying anymore?

  Matthew
These morons? You could sell them a rainbow.

 David
Are they that bad really?

 Matthew
Do they watch and enjoy what we output? I think that answers your question matthew.
Not that I'm complaining. Nor my wife when I bought her a new jag last week.

 David
A jag huh?

 Matthew
Yeah, it's shiny. (laughs) Firefly..remember that? They fell for that one hard and fast.

 David
It's the age old trick. Give them a glimpse of paradise, so they spend the rest of their lifes
spending and searching for it. Keeps us in the bucks, keeps them happy with dead hooker jokes. Everyone's a winner!

 Matthew
Except the true artists. But who cares about those freaks. If god wanted you to be special he wouldn't
have made you human. after all.

 David
Yeah fuck them. I'd shoot them if I could get away with it. A beautiful person like that can
really make a ugly old muck like me look a tad askew and ordinary.

 Matthew
We took care of art decades ago. Don't worry about it.

In walks Rupert Murdoch.

 Rupert
Hey chums.

Matthew
(laughs) I think the public deserve your respect rup.

 Rupert
Too bad.

(Matthew and David laugh out loud, sucking up like ass sucking machines)

 David
So uh rup, any new tv shows on the horizon?

 Rupert
We got a reality tv show, about an ex-hooker who wants to become a nun, but she has a horrible accident
so ends up becoming a ticket scalp.

 David
(laughs) Why do they watch this shit we put out? I just do not get it. Oh well, let the money fall where it may!

 Rupert
They're idiots David. Don't look for reason.

-----


That's how hollywood sees you.

Why do you lay down and smile?




And no rupert, this is not the last part of the story.

The Tell-Tale Wall

Do black men bang your wall?
Do black men stand so tall?
Do black men scream and shout?
Are they the devil's children.
Are they the night's song.
Why are they here, when they all deserve to be gone.
Do black men bang your cieling. your mind. your soul.

Then fucking kill them all.

Seinfeld - Fan Fic #1 "The Plastic"

INT - Jerry's Apartment - Present Day

Jerry is watching sports on television.

The door swings open. It is Kramer.

  Kramer
There you are!

  Jerry
What? What is it?

  Kramer
I'm waiting?

  Jerry(Getting annoyed)
For what?

   KRAMER
Oh like you don't know.

  Jerry
I know many things Kramer. This is not one of them.

 Kramer
You screwed me over again Seinfeld!

  Jerry
So what's that, ten thoushand to one?

 KRAMER
You really did it this time boy.

 JERRY
Kramer! Make sense!

 KRAMER
You told Audrey about Mindy.

  JERRY
Who about who?

  KRAMER
(long pause) *raises hand finger first* George!!!!

Kramer runs out of the apartment.

Jerry shakes his head.

The door buzzes.

 JERRY
State your business.

 ELAINE
Prositution.

 JERRY
Ah the hooker I ordered. Come on up.

 ELAINE
Hooker? You're the one dating three women.

 JERRY
There's a lot of Jerry to go around. Come on up.

Kramer comes swinging in through the door again.

 KRAMER
Tell me!

 Jerry
Tell you what?

 KRAMER
I want to believe Jerry. Oh god how I want to believe.

 JERRY
Make sense!!!

  KRAMER
Did you or did you not tell Audrey about Mindy?

  JERRY
First off, Audrey? Who are you dating, your nan?
And second of, Mindy? Who else are you dating, a barbie doll?

 KRAMER
Tell me the truth Jerry.

 JERRY
Kramer....

 KRAMER *rises right eye brow*
Jerry...

Elanine walks in.

 ELAINE
Hey guys.

 KRAMER
Not now Elaine. Come back later. Me and Jerry...we have some talking to do.

 ELAINE
What? What is this?

 JERRY
Oh the stupid idiot is convinced I've finked on him.

 ELAINE
Finked?

 JERRY
Ratted him out.

  ELAINE
 I know what finked means, I mean finked about what?

 KRAMER
Oh like you don't know.

 ELAINE
Me!? What did I do?

 KRAMER
It's all making perfect sense now. You get rid of Audrey, and get rid of Mindy, so you can Jerry
all to your self!


Ackward pause.

 ELAINE
But they're your girlfriends?

 KRAMER
That's what you'd like me to believe.

 JERRY
Ok as fun as this is, I'm late for a whipping.

 KRAMER
A whipping?

 JERRY
I was being...

KRAMER
That's illegal Jerry.

 KRAMER
Then call the cops.

 ELAINE
Are you feeling alright Kramer? You're acting even more you than usual.

 KRAMER
Even more me? Who else could I be hunny? (winks in his funny way)

Kramer pivots and walks out feeling pretty swuave.

The buzzer rings.

 JERRY
Friend or foe?

 George
Henry the eigth.

Jerry
Ah your majesty, we have been expecting your visit.

ELAINE
(laughs) You better have my card George.

 JERRY
Card?

ELAINE
Oh I forgot my plastic at Monk's. George found it.

 JERRY
George has control of your finances? That's like giving the keys to norad to bozo.

ELAINE
What could he have done?

 KRAMER (O.S)
George! You really blew it boy!

Mumbling argument sounds.

Door opens, george is looking back shouting things at Kramer.

 George
Can you believe this guy?

 Jerry
I believe in extra-terrestials. I believe we were probably created by
some higher power. I also believe the nicks could win the penant.
But Kramer?

 Elaine
 You got it?

 George(pause for thought)
Got what?

 ELAINE
Oh George! My credit card!

 George
*pause* Oh right right.

 ELAINE
Where is it?

 GEORGE
(covering mouth) My mother's.

 ELAINE
What?

 GEORGE
(coughing) My mother's.

 ELAINE
Your mother's? Oh George I need it for lunch tomorrow!

 GEORGE
What lunch? Eat an apple.

 ELAINE
An apple? (looks disgusted) Who am I? Eve?

 JERRY
(pauses to consider if he should make the joke he is thinking of) (shakes his head) Come on let's eat.

GEORGE
I chipped my tooth this morning.

JERRY
I told you not to use a metal spoon.

 GEORGE
Has anyone ever told you you're funny?

JERRY
Yes (grins)

GEORGE
Well aren't you special. With your hip shoes!

ELAINE
Alright you mary's, to eat. A chance to....(clears her thoart)

GEORGE
Some jokes don't have good endings do they?

JERRY
I don't know, my jokes always get laughs.

GEORGE
Har har har.

JERRY
Behind all sarcasm is a little truth George.

 They shut the door.

The Starlight

V1)

Life following art, devised and schemed part by part,
Nothing treasured, only measured. Nothing important, only pertinant.
We sing songs hollow as the sun's empty shadow, we follow no one
A empty head below a empty sky, a empty verse, a dreamer's curse.

V2)

I, the greatest why, the endless try, the fading sky.
In my thoughts, the only city that lay pretty, the only abandon lay un-empty.
As the stars hung up in random patterns, the future just kind of happens.
We are but mere passenger, and god is not the messenger, me? I'll always be the voyager.

C)

The starlight, illuminating the night, what a godly sight,
Yet it is hung over hell, where life is the only thing up for sale,
This warzone we call home, where we all fight alone, afraid to be more than flesh and bone.
They drop on the streets, so incomplete, unavoidable fate, for a world of hate.
And time sails on by, without stopping to ask us why, or even give us the time to try.

Verse 3)

Life is not a promise, nor a dream. Yet it is all that has ever been.
We walk alone with everyone, we sing songs no one hears, we cry invisible tears,
and the shadows fall on our hearts, like we are little more than spare parts,
All ink on a tree, all simple poetry, all words dangling like sulpher rising.
To which way the verse shall wind, or to even think why we were designed.
Is a dreamer's wish, one he'll carry until the finish, one that will never vanish.

In the rise of man, a gift was given, so few taken - a story teller was born, in the eye of a storm - "Pipe Dream"

I present a new story idea for a game. The game name is "Pipe Dream" it's the notion of well, "a distant dream" "an impossible not going to happen dream" like russel brand ever telling a funny joke. Though the word miracle seems more appropriate for that unlikelyhood :)

"Pipe Dream"

-EXT - Fornlong Fields, The City Of Light, The World Of Marns - Circa 35000

We circle above a field of grass swaying in the gentle breeze. A light rain falls.

Two people. A man, and his wife of over ten years. They are both members of the Confederation.

The man's name is Nyl Mack - The woman is named  Eyn Mack.

 NYL
The winds are strong today.

 EYN
You big baby. it's a breeze. It's nice.

 NYL
I am not. (Smiles) Seems too good a day for war.

 EYN
Any day is too good to war my husband.

 NYL
True enough. The music is playing, the festival has begun.

*we hear folk music in the distance*

 EYN
 Lyn will be miffed. We're always late to his shindigs.

 NYL
Ha! Shindig. A grand term for a bunch of drunken pilots.

 EYN
Don't be mean (Smiles) They're just blowing off steam. They have a uncertain future. More so than most.

 NYL
True, true. I just wish they'ed be a bit more civil. It is a fine day for such things.

 EYN
They'll calm down once the whisky hits their heads. The spirits Bne makes would take down a star cruiser.

 NYL
Hah! Yes I have sampled his wares. Lethal, just lethal. (Smiles)

*A siren plays*

 EYN
 Quiet solitude is a lost dream. Let's go.

They begin to run towards the  landing/take off zone.

INT - High Commander's Room - Moments Later

  High Commander Pne stands before his assistant, Ypo

 PNE
Incoming? What sort of incoming?

 YPO
Flusian Scouts, and a couple of battleships.

 PNE
Fucking instigators. They'ed rattle the cage of the gods.

YPO
Orders sir?

 PNE
I'm not losing any men today. Activate the atmosphere shields. Full power. Let them rattle our cage.

YPO
Sir.

He walks out.

A communicator on his desk lights up and a hologram appears.

It is his the High Commissioner Lon

LON
Bad news Pne?

PNE
Nothing we can not handle.

LON
You're a good Leader Pne. Contact me if you require any assistance.

PNE
Of course Commissioner.


 ---

That's enough for one session. I like how it turned out. I will continue it later and try to build a game around it. I have a lot of code already wrote, including a very nice node based logic editor(For unity3d mind you, not anything)

Anyway, I could just say see you but that isn't grand and poetic enough. So I will now embarrass myself by saying a more fancy see ya.

Until the sun rises again, my friends :)

(See? I embarrased myself yes. but in the name of poetry. which is always a grand and just cause :) )

Dax Boot - Arc 1 "I Dream Of Tomorrow"

Dax Boot - Arc 1 "I Dream Of Tomorrow"

An Adrian Tysoe/Antony Wells Game Script.

Original character by Panicos Yianni.

INT - Dax Robotics, Iseral, MIDDLE EAST - 2035

Two scientists are stood before their creation. Dax. A cybernetic creature with a monkey-ish
form. It sits still, no sign of power.

  Jeff (Scientist #1)
And so he said, let there be Dax...

He pushes a button on a remote control like device he holds.

Nothing happens.

  Eric(Scientist #2)
Nothing?

He pushes a few more buttons.

 Dax Operating System Voice
Diagnostic mode. All sub-systems performing optimally.

Jeff
Let me try again.

He pushes the power up button again.

This time, Sparks and electro-static discharge around Dax's frame.

Eric
There she goes.

Seconds later, Dax's eyes slowly open.

Jeff
Hey buddy.

Dax
......

Eric
(Smiles)Just a little shy I guess. You alright Dax?

Dax
Where.....am......I?

Jeff
(Looking slightly puzzled) That's a very good question Dax. I'm impressed.

Eric
Who coded that?

Jeff
Steinberg probably, he always was one for theratics.

Dax
Who.....are.....you?

Jeff
You're full of questions buddy. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Dax nods slightly rather verbally reply.

Eric
This is out of this world.

Jeff
How do you feel Dax?

Dax thinks for a moment.

DAX
Thirsty...

Jeff
(laughs) Didn't Luke oil him?

Eric
Hold on.

Eric reaches over to a self-applying lubrication kit. He plugs it into a port in Dax's side panel.

Dax
Thank....you.

Eric
His verbal patterns are a little slow. Neural networks stablizing you think?

Jeff
Yeah nothing to worry about. Dax, do you want to see outside?

Dax
We are...inside...

Jeff
Yes that's remarkable. Outside is over there, through the window. Come on follow me.

Dax slowly lowers himself from his mount. Sort of mechanically as his neural motors adapt to the real world for the first time.

Eric
Excellent Dax. Mind yourself.

Dax reaches the window. He places his three pronged 'hand' on the window surface, trying to touch the sky.

Dax
....Beautiful...

Jeff
 (Laughs) Very good Dax. His articulation networks are forming rapidly.

Eric
It's astounding. He'll be smarter than us in no time (laughs)

Verse 1)
The light rushes in, like a storm, I see your soul, like it was why I was born.
The night comes, a picture of fading suns, a memento of what never was,
And my heart still beats, but it does so at my feet, as I stand incomplete
Tomorrow may bring all the wonder of the future, but it does not bring you,
And here, in my heart, in my thoughts, all I see are ones and naughts,

Verse 2)
Like a bird that never flew, a artist that never drew, i never found you.
And you never found me. yet here we are, passengers of a grey lonely star.
And all my words take flight like birds, into the atmosphere, yet all i feel is fear.
That we'll never met again, and all I'll ever feel is pain, like jesus on the cross.

Chorus)
Sweet light pours thruogh the blinds, as I hover above the earth.
Gentle time takes me, further away from the days we were kings,
Like poets with ink, or artists with paint, I could see something so true
But like all good things, what once was is now no more. of that only I can be sure.

Verse 3)
I run into the future blind, unable to find comfort, or you.
I turn to the past eyes open, waiting for yesterday to happen,
but it never shall, there is no way how, I am the dog chasing it's tail.
And never will we speak, because you're a queen and I'm not a king.