HardWired - Episode 1 - Part 2

Chapter 1 - "Neonprint"

         INT

A desolate New York apartment. It is the future, only not as we know it. 

Our imaginings were wrong. The colors are gradient based, like a computer application.

The walls are alive with neon glowing animation and computer read outs. Local news,

Back stories, random fragments off random social sites.

It is a single large room, with a couple of doors leading elsewhere. The fourth wall, holds a gaint oval window, gently reflecting the living fabric of the room. and behind it a giant fan, hovering via anti-grav, spings what you might call magic air, into the room. it is artifically produced and treated to go through equally treated surfaces.(I.e, the window)

The sunlight is bright and spiteful. Laying down a giant spinng parade of light beams into the room, cut only by the shadow of the spinning fan.

It reaches out over to a highly highly sophisticated sofa, that has all the hallmarks of the century.

A man, simply known as Icarus, sits upon it. The shadow descending over his naked chest. a smoking capsule, as technological as anything of their era, dangles out of his mouth. He is not amused.

 

We sit here for a few moments. The fan spinning, the light rotating and cascading around the turning fans. 

   ICARUS (NARRATING)

They say the world is a series of systems. Networks. Interchangeable high speed data exchange.

Money gained and lost quicker than light travels. Lifes bought and sold for the dollar. 

They say the world is a vast network of organizations. Baying for power. At each other's throats. 

Dying to be kings. Or just dying. 

They say we're all expendable. Tagged. Positioned and fought against in a world of shadow cooperation who make it their business to keep the status, qou. 

He flicks the smoke across the room, it evaparoutes before it hits the ground. 

He gets up and faces the camera.

 ICARUS (NARRATING)

In this world, they're not wrong.  

He walks over to a communication hub, highly decorated with dynamic animations.

 ICARUS

I am Icarus. No last name. I am the product of a world of terror. A world where life is secondary

to big business and end profit. I am also the leader of Jet Sky. We are not terrorists, but there are plenty

who fear us. We signal change. In a world that subsides on static virtues. We built this world on a foundation of hope and prosperity. We threw it to the dogs.

He waves his hand over the device and a holographic list of faces appears. he waves over one.

  ICARUS

Nice dreams?

  ROBIN

(half laughs) No.

 ICARUS

Is this line secure?

  ROBIN

We're atop a star.

  ICARUS

We change things today. We show the world who they're dying for.

 ROBIN

I'm hardcoded to this cause, You don't have to sell it to me.

 ICARUS

I'm selling it to myself. It's always good to feel the weight of your own vigour.

 

 ROBIN

We're too good at this shit, it's a relatively simple job once you put aside the ramifications.

 ICARUS

The job's the job.

 ROBIN

Exactly. Ping Ray, the sun is setting.

ICARUS

He'll be nervous.

 ROBIN

He's always nervous before a job.

 ICARUS

This is not just another episode. Bring some levelers. Calm him down some.

 ROBIN

Stim'ed on the job?

 ICARUS

That guy's always flying, no state of sober could put his feet back on the floor.

 ROBIN

He's a blue eyed rebel, that's for sure.

 ICARUS

He'll be sound. Good head on his shoulders.

 ROBIN

No problem. Best ping him now, the night is here.

 ICARUS

I'll talk to you later. Keep the faith.

ROBIN

Always. 

He makes a hand gesture and the call ends. 

He is about to make another ping when the system auto-activates on the emergency band.

  RAY (Out of breath)

Jesus Icarus, they are fucking crazed and wild!

 ICARUS

They found you?

 RAY

Found me!? They're outside with a G.K Seven. I'm toast!

 

 ICARUS

You're no such thing. Find the escape vent and make your way to the roof. I'll be there.

 RAY

What am I going to open the fucking thing with, my dick!?

 ICARUS

Calm fucking down Ray. Use your weapon. 

 RAY

Right! Right... *gunshot noise* It worked! Alright hurry fucking up!

The line goes dead as ray hangs up.

Icarus pings Robin urgently.

 ICARUS

They've got Ray. Meet me at the wasting grounds.

 ROBIN

Awww fuck. Gear'ing up. Shit never gets easier.

  ICARUS

Bring a calm head.

 ROBIN

Don't worry.

He hangs up again. He begins to pack for the occasion. 

 ICARUS (NARRATING)

Tonight our band of brothers go on a mission to prove the hypocracy of this puppet regime.

We could be the last group of people on this planet, still fighting for the right way of life.

Yes, we walk into the open arms of uncertainty. But we do so with belief in our cause. 

 He has finished gearing up, and heads towards the door which automatically senses his presence and opens for him on a quick hand gesture.

 ICARUS

Lights neutral.

The lights dim to neutral levels. 

 ICARUS (NARRATING)

No mission is perfect. But tonight...tonight went bad. Real bad. 

Ray was dead before I reached him. Robin got arrested. I was nearly in the same wagon with him.

NEW YORK, NEW YORK - YEARS LATER

Icarus is walking through a scattered crowd of night dwellers. It is 2am. He is dressed in a long trenchcoat with neon arm bands animated as most of the street signs and store windows are also.

We are following him closely as he weaves in and around the crowd, he has a certain sense of purpose about him.

We keep following him closely. 

TWO BEATS

He reaches his mark. A tall politican of the United States Race to Arms Movement.

He pulls out a very hi tech looking weapon. 

 ICARUS

Walk.

 DAVID

Who the fuck are you? Get lost you asshole.

  ICARUS

Look down.

He looks down and sees the semi-concealed energy based weapon. 

 DAVID

You're mugging me? Do you have any idea who I am? You sorry little maggot.

 ICARUS

I get my looks from my father's side. Move. Now.

 DAVID

Are you a moron? Do you watch the news like at all? Get fucking lost before I have you arrested and fucked up the ass.

 ICARUS

I'm running out of patience. Move now or I'm going to do something you regret.

 DAVID

Jesus fucking...Alright you spineless fuck. I'm moving.

 ICARUS

You got in bed with the wrong people my friend.

 

 DAVID

What? This isn't..you're not mugging me?

 ICARUS

Money means nothing to me. Five years ago you took something away from me.

 DAVID

What the fuck are you talking about?

 ICARUS

Look into my eyes. It will come back to you.

 David

You're fucking nuts.

 ICARUS

This isn't a question of sanity. It's a question of justice. You are a very bad man David.

 DAVID

So what, you're after your slice of the pie?

 ICARUS

What me and my people want, you can not offer. Because what we want, is a world without people like you.

 DAVID

We keep this world steaming.

 ICARUS

You keep this world in a hole. Shed us a little light when the sun isn't in your way. This isn't life my friend, it's slavery.

 DAVID

What are you some fucking freedom fighter?

 ICARUS

I havn't thought of it. I think you know what I'm after.

 DAVID

My U-Tier key? The fuck you think I am, stupid? I'd be eating out of a trash can they found out.

 ICARUS

David....don't push me.

 DAVID

It's at the congressional apartments. What do you think it will buy you?

 ICARUS

A better tomorrow.

 DAVID

We are tomorrow.

 ICARUS

You're dreaming David. Give me you apartment key. Now.

 DAVID

I'll call the cops the second you leave.

 ICARUS

No you won't. You're a coward David. All your kind are.

 DAVID

When they lock your ass up. I'm going to personally throw away the key.

 ICARUS

Have a nice day David. 

He puts away the piece and walks away, taking the apartment key with him.

 DAVID

Shit...

  

The Roads

For a game.

V1)

Like a magic that never was, the color of life is arcane, like the root of inner pain,
Where we were, or where we are, too strange to figure, too long to remember,
And like stars in the night wonder, I and the rest of this world, will chase adventure,
And to be, we must conquer our innocence, we must cease to be anything but excellence,
We are masters of the stars, and to where we go, the sunlight will follow,

V2)

When humanity became, the quiet universe never the same, our hearts too wild to tame,
Our minds too strong, to not belong, our souls too bright, to fade into the night,
As we grew from animal to man, from ordinary to incredible, from mortal to invincible,
The intent of our reason never lessened, the simple position, we are atoms on a mission,

C)

To walk the roads of time, to find all the stars that shine, to drink the finest wine,
To be more than workers, to be free thinkers, to abandon prision and capture freedom,
And to find our place in this cosmic mystery, and maybe even our reason.
And like the light of a star, we reach out far, into the open arms of tomorrow,

V3)

HardWired - Episode 1 - "Shadow Of The Sun"

"HardWired"

An A.Wells Game And Story

Chapter 1 - "Neonprint"

         INT

A desolate New York apartment. It is the future, only not as we know it. 

Our imaginings were wrong. The colors are gradient based, like a computer application.

The walls are alive with neon glowing animation and computer read outs. Local news,

Back stories, random fragments off random social sites.

It is a single large room, with a couple of doors leading elsewhere. The fourth wall, holds a gaint oval window, gently reflecting the living fabric of the room. and behind it a giant fan, hovering via anti-grav, spings what you might call magic air, into the room. it is artifically produced and treated to go through equally treated surfaces.(I.e, the window)

The sunlight is bright and spiteful. Laying down a giant spinng parade of light beams into the room, cut only by the shadow of the spinning fan.

It reaches out over to a highly highly sophisticated sofa, that has all the hallmarks of the century.

A man, simply known as Icarus, sits upon it. The shadow descending over his naked chest. a smoking capsule, as technological as anything of their era, dangles out of his mouth. He is not amused.

 

We sit here for a few moments. The fan spinning, the light rotating and cascading around the turning fans. 

   ICARUS (NARRATING)

They say the world is a series of systems. Networks. Interchangeable high speed data exchange.

Money gained and lost quicker than light travels. Lifes bought and sold for the dollar. 

They say the world is a vast network of organizations. Baying for power. At each other's throats. 

Dying to be kings. Or just dying. 

They say we're all expendable. Tagged. Positioned and fought against in a world of shadow cooperation who make it their business to keep the status, qou. 

He flicks the smoke across the room, it evaparoutes before it hits the ground. 

He gets up and faces the camera.

 ICARUS (NARRATING)

In this world, they're not wrong.  

He walks over to a communication hub, highly decorated with dynamic animations.

 ICARUS

I am Icarus. No last name. I am the product of a world of terror. A world where life is secondary

to big business and end profit. I am also the leader of Jet Sky. We are not terrorists, but there are plenty

who fear us. We signal change. In a world that subsides on static virtues. We built this world on a foundation of hope and prosperity. We threw it to the dogs.

He waves his hand over the device and a holographic list of faces appears. he waves over one.

  ICARUS

Nice dreams?

  ROBIN

(half laughs) No.

 ICARUS

Is this line secure?

  ROBIN

We're atop a star.

  ICARUS

We change things today. We show the world who they're dying for.

 ROBIN

I'm hardcoded to this cause, You don't have to sell it to me.

 ICARUS

I'm selling it to myself. It's always good to feel the weight of your own vigour.

 

 ROBIN

We're too good at this shit, it's a relatively simple job once you put aside the ramifications.

 ICARUS

The job's the job.

 ROBIN

Exactly. Ping Ray, the sun is setting.

ICARUS

He'll be nervous.

 ROBIN

He's always nervous before a job.

 ICARUS

This is not just another episode. Bring some levelers. Calm him down some.

 ROBIN

Stim'ed on the job?

 ICARUS

That guy's always flying, no state of sober could put his feet back on the floor.

 ROBIN

He's a blue eyed rebel, that's for sure.

 ICARUS

He'll be sound. Good head on his shoulders.

 ROBIN

No problem. Best ping him now, the night is here.

 ICARUS

I'll talk to you later. Keep the faith.

ROBIN

Always. 

He makes a hand gesture and the call ends. 

Trojan Sky

A song for a game.

Verse 1)

A future born out of the ashes of our ignorance. To the winds of change we pay severance.
Like the king without men, we held the key to our own humanity, but we threw it away.
Like a star shooting in the gapping night, Like the flake of snow caught in a storm,
We threw it to the dogs. And now we must become more than mortal. more than animal.
Our destiny is to out live the universe, out live the cage that hides us, to shine like beautiful stars.

Verse 2)

A wise man need not speak, only seek to reach, his bounadaries, however intangible.
A dreamer need not sleep, for he is always voyaging through the living fields,
A poet need not write, to keep his mind alight. for he is the holder of the might,
And gravity need not pull so hard, for we are all space men, from day one.

Chorus)

We lived below a Trojan Sky, as the people looked up and only saw space.
And now we fly through the first real episodes of man's great adventure,
And god only knows what we may encounter, on this, our persuit of intellectual treasure.
As the echo of yesterday rings in tomorrow's ears, it is ours to make the future out of beauty, not fear.

Verse 3)

And the melody of life, rattles the seat of the rich, with that thoushand yard itch,
the politics make a mockery of our souls, our of worth, of our being.
The fabric of our carbonated society, is to be, simply, more than this.
But as long as tyrants and the lords of war, rage battle on human earth,
our future can never be, without the chase of a greater way, there is only bitter decay,

B)

A bird need not fly, to reach the sky. A dream is all it takes.

"Corona" - A modern tale of an old universe.

"Corona"

An Antony Wells (GamePlay)

"You can copy us, this, all. But you can not be us."

INT - ???? - ?????

We are upon a giant expanse of land. The fog colors in the distance a grim grey.
But up, above, like a giant ball hangs the sun. Burning down the house.

Seven primitive humanoids rush across the horizon screaming and shouting inaudible things.

On the beat of a ancient drum the screen flexes inwards and then back out.

  NARRATOR
Primitive life. The origin of the species, the crucible of existence.

A ape roars a high pitched groan. We pan around to reveal,

A monkey, huge, bigger than present day. It soars across the landscape like an unstoppable force.

Several humanoids run from him.

  NARRATOR
A waking nightmare. Yet, from which all dreams are given.

The ape reaches them, it is just about to strike as we pan away and hear only the screams.

  NARRATOR
Our evolution has been sporadic, and not always forward.

Back on the sun, we focus on it's shimmering presence. That Ape, roams past us, his paws and arms covered in blood.

He soars off into the distance, which rattles in the haze.

  NARRATOR
You have to wonder...
You have to wonder just how special we are. If we are at all.

Time picks up and the sun that beats before us, fades into the darkness of space.
A sky of stars replace it. One shines brighter than them all.

We focus on it. Not moving, instead panning and zooming fixed in place.

   NARRATOR
Earth.

We suddenly take off like a rocket ascending. Roaring and reaching beyond the atmosphere, Into space. We storm through the stars like a god strolling through his invention. We suddenly reach that star. Earth.
It is present day.  Satellites and debris litter the corona.

   NARRATOR
Europa 7. The first world found to harbor sentient life.
We are just leaving home to play our neighbors a visit. Let the banquet begin...











    

Silent Nights, Empty Days

V1)

Like snow falling, I never saw you coming, I never heard it on the shoots,
My heart was beating, barely breathing, when a wonderful future came knocking,
A destiny of love and hope, a raft to keep me afloat, a dream to keep me awake,
But here I stand like a broken toy, useless and without the will to voyage,
To your shores, however far, however distant, I'm just not an explorer

V2)

And though the winds rarely charge, and the weather is like a snapshot of forever,
When the sun does fall, and I still don't hear you call, I will still wonder about it all.
How beautiful our story would have wound, how heavenly our ship was bound,
To the brink of tomorrow, from the clutches of today, you are my one love, my one hope.

C)

And as the stars fade out one by one, and suns turn to raging darkness,
there will still be a part of you in me, like a endless part of destiny,
And maybe that makes me stronger, but I feel weaker, like a meek little creature,
Struggling to understand you, only thing I know is there is nothing bad about you,

V3)

As my voice rattles off into the distance, if only love could be such a simple science,
but it is a vast thing, one to make us dream and sing, whatever that may bring,
But as my mind fills with false images, of stories and adventures that never were,
I think of you. As I lay dreaming, of distant stars and endless sapce. I think of you.
Even as I sleep, in a void so big and deep, i think of you. and really what else can i do.

The Century Of Decades

Verse 1)

Simple dreams, of wonderful things. Tired excuses, of human abuses.
Endless nights, of beautiful star lights. Days that never end, never try to pretend.
A wish of discovery, a dream of mastery, a life of unstoppable mystery.
We walk side by side into the jaws of destruction, smiling like fool's lying.
crying like god's dying. dying like life that never tried living.

Verse 2)

Cosmic fairy tales, of new worlds and new gods, whatever the risk, whatever the odds.
We seek out adventure, like pirates seeking out treasure, like scientists yearn to measure.
The pioneers, the conquerers of all fears, the liberator of all entrapment, the life we are.
And when we dream, of a future full of steam, charging ahead like a runaway train,
they'll be no stopping the human race, once we find our voice and our place,

C)

Our destiny, our history, our presence, if we rush out like escaping light,
Find the beauty of twilight, nothing too far from sight, nothing too dark, only too bright,
we'll find our way out of the dark night, into the dawn of a new morning, that'll never leave
and finally we'll be able to breathe, and for once, need not to close our eyes to believe.

B)

Life is not a science but we are the product of arcane wizardary,
and we must be more than elemental, more than entangled material,
our design too choosen, our intent too real, our hearts too soft,
as we lift aloft our very flight into the escapades of a century of decades,

Free

Free -

V1)

A flying bird through the sky, over the dry land, as the world fell from hand,
Do stars really matter? like we'll ever reach them, or they'll ever be more than something we imagine,
As the weather becomes a rumble, a giant roar, is it into the past or the future we soar,
As nothing is settled but our heart, in the framework of our soul, even though it is never whole,
A music we remember as song, but to which person does it belong, and for how long?

V2)

A thief stole my heart, a dream took it apart, a dream captured me,
And now gentle rain is falling pain, and soothing light is dark twilight,
And all hope is, is little balls of dope, that do nothing, but remind me of something,
and music so beautiful it can only be remembered not heard, not a single note or word,
And my eyes see a world so lost, so gone, it could never be saved at any cost,

C)

We're free to be. We're free to see and hear, we're free to feel love and fear,
but like an illusion, or a dream, we can only go to where we've been,
we can only see what we've already seen, life is not a snapshot, or even a rolling picture.
as our very thoughts and figure fade in the dust, our being's craving meaning or bust.

V3)

And when we're all gone, just wishing we took more care of the land we stood on.
And all those sweet dreams, that never turned to real schemes, will be memory,
but whose, we'll never know, for we are the product of today, not tomorrow.
Time will end the song, and no matter how much we long, no human will belong

B)

I wish you were me, so I could be the one who was free,
I wish you could see, the things I see, the dreams the incredible things,
but you can't, and will never, even if that means forever.

Art Of The State

"State of the Art"

An A.Wells Collection of words.

INT - The Artist's Union, Belgrade - The year is 2055

Two friends, sit around a table. The walls are alive with neon finishing. But not over-done, more subdued.

One of them, picks up his glass of wine. and thrusts it skyward.

   SEBASTIAN
A beautiful story!

His friend smirks, and half heartedly rises his glass.
 
  NOVELL
Indeed.

Sebastian lowers his glass, and puts an hand on his friend's shoulder.

 SEBASTIAN
You look troubled.

  NOVELL
You know my issues.

  SEBASTIAN
So it's not perfect, but it's still Art. We are still expressing ourself.

Novell rises his lip in diagreement.

 SEBASTIAN
Such a thing as what we want, how could it ever exist?

  NOVELL
By building it ourself. We are the ones with the power. Even if they have all the resources.

  SEBASTIAN
A rebellion? In the modern world? Where would we go? What would our purpose be?

  NOVELL
Not a rebellion. A revolution.

Sebastian takes a swig from his glass.

  NOVELL
Tired of the same old arguement?

 SEBASTIAN
You always make it fresh. But it is still beyond the scope of our means.

  NOVELL
For now. But change is a gradual slow process. Revolutions do not begin and end in a day.

  SEBASTIAN
(laughs) When you put it so elquently I almost believe you.

  NOVELL
You must believe. To not, is to forget who we are. What we are capable of.

  SEBASTIAN
And what is that?

  NOVELL
God made a world. We could build a universe.

  SEBASTIAN
Oh so you're god now? Can I have a bigger pennis please? (he shakes his head and sips from his drink)

  NOVELL
That life is a miracle is true. That life can be more than a passage is even truer.

   SEBASTIAN
Ok ok. So we change the world. Get rid of those scumbugs bringing us all down. Set fire to the buildings
of tryants. Smash the walls of warlords. What then?

  NOVELL
Then? Then we smile. And for the first time, mean it.

  SEBASTIAN
If only you were head of the union.

  NOVELL
He's a weak man. Too weak for our cause. Too weak for our chance to be.

 SEBASTIAN
Yes, he is a scoundral for sure. But he has the resources. And they are the life blood of our work.

 NOVELL
(pause) Work isn't everything.

  SEBASTIAN
And neither is change.

 NOVELL
Rubbish. We live in a decaying society. Our very existence hangs in the balance.

 SEBASTIAN (sighs)
I can not argue. But will you succed? Or merely die at hands of a tyrant?

  NOVELL
(reflects) Where one falls, five shall rise.

 SEBASTIAN
This is not the crusades. Grow up Novell.

 NOVELL
The hell it isn't. We are on the brink of oblivion. Death isn't the only way to die.

 SEBASTIAN
Pick up your pen. Put it to paper. And forget this. If change comes, let it come naturally.

 NOVELL
(pause) No.

SEBASTIAN (Shaking head)
Then I can not help you friend.

He pats him on the shoulder, and walks away slowly, sipping his wine.

EXT - China, Red Sqaure, The People's Collective - Same time.

A chinese man walks before a giant tank. it's design of a new era of warfare.

He stops. He looks up at the beast.

 CHOW
What devil made you?

 LING LONG(O.S)
The same devil that keeps you dressed. (laughs)

 CHOW
Ling! I never expected to see a friendly face tonight.

 LING
No one ever expects to see me. (laughs)

 CHOW
Don't be silly. The night is clear and the stars are bright. It's a shame we march on the roads of hell.

 LING
Tired of war? Wrong country to be born in then my friend.

 CHOW
War....(half chuckle) Silly little morons.

 LING
General Chang is a wonderful man. (pause) (They burst out laughing)

 CHOW
Thank you for the humor. But it feels wrong at this point.

 LING
I know how you feel. Just keep sights of the homecoming. All wars end (he smiles)

 CHOW
In Russia, they are burning it on the streets.

 LING
Ah. A smart decision from a smart governmount. (rolls his eyes)

 CHOW
I will retire now, the thought of what we must endure tomorrow...it makes me sleepy.

 LING
As you wish. Just don't have nightmares!

 CHOW (Smiles)
I live one, i do not need to dream.

 LING
Fair enough.

 LARRY DAVID
HEy

LING
Eh?

LARRY DAVID
Can I borrow 5 boxes of noodles?

 CHOW
(pulls a gun) (shoots larry)

 LING
Ah, hbo is better again!

:)

The opening 99% was a real story. losing motivation to type. i will return to this story minus the larry david joke later. if i can be bothered. :) Hey, i'm no sebastian, he's the one with all the motivation :)

(Or is he?) (Camera pans in/out really fast and stupidly)