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.
