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The digital camera viewfinder to monitor the image through the eyepiece part, and now the digital camera viewfinder eyepiece viewfinder only black and white and color viewfinder. But for professional-grade digital camera viewfinder for both black and white, black and white viewfinder for the photographer to correct more beneficial composition. Digital camera viewfinder, like the structure and its LCD screen, both with TFT LCD, while the difference is between the size and power consumption.
FADE IN: POV - MIND WEB INTERFACE The interface resembles a viewfinder on a camcorder. The date and time show in the upper left hand corner. A recording light appears in the upper right hand corner. Brief flashes of light expose the interior of a bus. Names appear in text directly above a few bodies, including Vineet, Joanna, Michael, etc. The viewer crawls toward the passengers. There is a wedding ring on his left hand. Text appears on the screen: “Chat with ‘Vineet.’” VIEWER Hey. Hey, mister. You okay? Hey! EXT. MAGNIFICENT MILE, CHICAGO - BLACK FRIDAY, NIGHT Flickering lights illuminate the streets, decorated with Christmas ornaments and lights. Light snow scatters about. The wreckage of the CTA shuttle lies in the street. At first there appears to be no sign of life. However, FRED NOVAK (25), clad in torn, dirty business attire and a heavy coat, pops open one of the windows. He crawls out of the wreckage, carrying one of the fallen passengers over his shoulder. He sets the passenger down. Fred takes a moment to study his surroundings. He rubs his eyes and stares ahead. POV - FRED’S MIND WEB INTERFACE The recording light continues blinking. Unconscious citizens lie strewn about the sidewalks and crossways, along with Christmas merchandise and decorations. Some citizens lie pinned to the buildings and pavement by ground and flying vehicles. The citizens’, buildings’, and streets’ names all appear above them. 2. EXT. MAGNIFICENT MILE, CHICAGO - NIGHT Fred jogs down the street, then starts running. FRED Hello?! Anyone? He follows the sound of radio static to a crashed police car. He stops and finds the officers inside unconscious as well. FRED (CONT’D) Hey! Officers! Fred opens the car door. He grabs each of the officer’s wrists. No pulse. He sighs and drops their wrists. Fred reaches and grabs the police radio’s microphone. He fumbles with it a bit and tries to contact the police dispatcher. Fred pushes the “transmit” button on the mike. FRED (CONT’D) Hello?! We need help over here! Everyone’s passed out! INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS FRED (over the radio) Hello?! Anyone? HELLO! Somebody help, please! No response. Everyone at police headquarters is unconscious. EXT. MAGNIFICENT MILE, CHICAGO - NIGHT FRED Help! Is anyone out there?! Fred leans against the vehicle and slides to the ground. POV - FRED’S MIND WEB INTERFACE A menu appears, displaying his contacts. Fred selects “911.” Instead, “No Signal” appears. 3. Fred selects 911 again. Same response. He tries again. Still nothing. EXT. MAGNIFICENT MILE, CHICAGO - NIGHT FRED C’mon. Gimme a signal, please. He grabs his forehead and inhales deeply. PASSER-BY (O.S.) Anyone out there? Fred stands up and looks around. A few of the collapsed citizens wake up and attempt to sit up. Fred darts toward the source of the voice. EXT. METRA TRAIN TRACKS The Metra ZOOMS by. INT. METRA CAR - MID-WINTER, NIGHT, SEVERAL YEARS LATER Fred slumps in one of the seats. His face is gaunt and bearded, with his eyes glazed over. A bit of pink paper peaks from out of his pocket. POV - FRED’S MIND WEB INTERFACE A text message appears: “Alex: Hey, night owl. How’d work go?” A long pause. Fred responds: “I’ll tell you later.” Alex responds: “That bad, huh?” Fred: “Yeah. C ya.” Alex: “Bye.” INT. METRA CAR Fred takes a small cell phone out of his coat pocket and turns it on. It comes equipped with a camera and microphone. 4. A hologram appears above it, displaying a desktop with a program labeled “Project: Back-up.” Fred uses his finger to select the program. He drags it to the trash and selects “Empty Trash.” A message appears: “Are you sure you want to permanently erase ‘Project Back-up’? You can’t undo this action.” Fred sighs. He selects “Cancel.” INT. FRED AND ALEX’S APARTMENT - NIGHT The interior of the apartment is tiny, cramped, and messy. A few TENANTS are sleeping on the sofa and the floor. The doorbell rings, eliciting annoyed moans from the tenants. ALEX (23), a gaunt, petite woman wearing an oversized winter coat, appears from behind the kitchen. She warms her hands with her breath, exposing a wedding ring on her left hand. Alex walks toward the door, stepping over the tenants. Her breath is visible from the cold. ALEX I got it. Hey, guys. Make yourselves useful and get the generator going, will ya? TENANT #1 Do it yourself. ALEX (under her breath) Stinkin’ bums. Alex answers the front door, revealing CRAIG (28), a cop wearing a thick winter coat. He towers over her. ALEX (CONT’D) Oh. Hey, Craig. CRAIG Evening, Alex. Hope I haven’t interrupted anything. ALEX Not in the slightest. Just divvying up a can of tuna for five to last us another week. Maybe two, if we just lie around doing nothing. 5. CRAIG Ah. It’s come to that, has it? ALEX Yep. Funny how such non-essentials as eating and sleeping indoors can affect one’s checkbook. CRAIG Yeah, that’s a shame. Listen, I thought I’d stop by and say “Hi.” Good news! Craig reaches into his coat pocket and hands Alex several documents. She looks them over. CRAIG (CONT’D) Not only is the municipality more than willing to compensate you both for the operation, it will shelter and feed you for the rest of your natural lives. (pause) Think of it, Alex. No financial worries. Not a care in the world. Just sheer, ignorant bliss. ALEX Really? You mean we get to be vegetables for free? Oh, joy! Alex and Craig share a hearty laugh. Alex hands the documents back to Craig. He puts them back in his pocket. CRAIG You know, I could always take a drill to your head. Craig taps Alex’s temple with his nightstick. ALEX Watch it, buster. CRAIG Hey, now. You know I’m just-- FRED (O.S.) Something wrong, officer? Fred stands directly behind Craig, glaring at him. Craig turns around and studies Fred. He notices the pink slip of paper in Fred’s pocket. 6. CRAIG Not at all. Fred walks to Alex’s side. She takes his arm. FRED Where’s your warrant? CRAIG I’m off-duty. FRED Ah, threatening my wife off-duty. I bet that’ll look good on your record. CRAIG Oh, c’mon. Can’t either of you take a joke? Listen. You guys got one week to get the AT chips out of your heads, got it? Those things will rot your brain. FRED That’s a lie and you know it. CRAIG That so? And what of the thousands of innocents who died during the crash? Was that a lie as well? FRED Well, maybe if someone had considered backing up the-- Craig grabs the pink slip out of Fred’s pocket. CRAIG (reads the pink slip) “This is to notify you, Mr. Fred Novak, that, effective immediately, artificial telepathy (AT) is considered by the municipality of Chicago to be an illegal technology and that both your and the company’s services are no longer required.” Fred grabs the slip back from Craig. FRED So, you decided to follow downtown’s example, huh? Yeah, you and the rest of the sheep. 7. CRAIG Hey, if anyone’s the sheep, it’s the general public. Face it, Fred, they can’t use artificial telepathy responsibly any more than they can snort coke responsibly. Craig heads down the stairs. CRAIG (CONT’D) One week, you guys. You’ll turn into vegetables either way. Might as well do it painlessly. EXT. FRED AND ALEX’S APARTMENT Dozens of homeless people sleep on the staircases and the streets. Craig reaches the base of the stairs. He turns around. CRAIG Good night, Alex. Fred scowls at Craig and starts down the stairs. Craig walks away. Fred heaves a sigh. He takes the smart phone out of his coat pocket and stares at it. Alex puts her hand on his shoulder. ALEX It’s okay, Fred. FRED No, Alex. It’s not okay. I really thought I had something here. Now we can’t even use our chips in case of an emergency. ALEX Well, technically we can. Just not legally. Fred puts the phone back in his coat pocket. FRED Legally, huh? EXT. COLLEGE OF INTERPLANETARY STUDIES - LATE NIGHT A motorcycle parks in a parking space. Fred and Alex get off the bike and run toward the entrance. 8. INT. STAFF LOUNGE, COLLEGE OF INTERPLANETARY STUDIES - LATE NIGHT Fred and Alex, somewhat disheveled, sit on a couch. They each have a backpack of belongings beside them. Fred holds his coat in his lap and bounces his leg up and down. PROFESSOR ACTON (53), and TONI (21) enter the lounge. Toni carries a small purse. She eyes Alex. TONI Alex? Oh, thank God. ALEX Hey, you! Toni and Alex hug. ACTON Hey, kids! Sorry to keep you waiting. FRED Long time no see, prof. Acton and Fred shake hands. Acton takes a seat. Toni checks the hallway and locks the door behind her. Acton notices the backpacks. ACTON Traveling light, eh? ALEX Yep. We’re vagrants now. Ain’t that just grand? Acton chuckles. FRED Sorry for the late notice. Acton scoots closer to Alex and Fred. Toni takes a chair. ACTON Well, I figured it would come to this. Don’t worry, though. The cops can’t touch you here. TONI Yeah, but for how much longer? 9. ALEX All the more reason to take up as little of your time as possible. ACTON Actually, I’m glad you two came when you did. Toni hands Acton the purse. Acton opens it and takes out a small data drive. ACTON (CONT’D) Here. Fred takes the drive and examines it. “ZB” is printed on the side. His eyes widen. FRED A zettabyte? ACTON Yep! You’ve got the software, Fred. Now all you need is the capacity. FRED Are you sure? ACTON Oh, very. You guys will need it more than I will. Especially if, God forbid, something should happen to either one of you. Toni inches closer to Acton and Fred. POV TONI’S MIND WEB INTERFACE The recording light is on. FRED Prof, I don’t know what to say. ACTON Ah, don’t worry about it. INT. POLICE CAR A monitor appears on the dash, showing the exact same image Toni sees. 10. Craig sits back in the driver’s seat, smoking a cigarette. He smiles at the screen. ACTON (O.S.) Take a load off before you go, at least. And feel free to take some food with you. Craig starts emptying out his wallet. A small photo drops out. In it, a younger Craig embraces Alex in front of the university, with Fred and Acton beside them. Craig takes the photo and studies it for a moment. He burns the image of Alex with his cigarette. INT. STAFF LOUNGE Fred takes out his phone. He connects it to the hard drive. ALEX Whew! Well, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go to the little girls’ room. TONI Yeah, same here. Be right back. Alex and Toni exit the lounge. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LOUNGE Alex and Toni sprint down the hallway. A MAN IN A LAB COAT turns his head toward them. The man turns his head slightly toward Toni. His face looks familiar. Toni nods her head at him. Toni takes a tranquilizer gun out of her pocket and shoots Alex, paralyzing her. Alex lies on the floor, still conscious. She sees the man walking toward her. It’s Craig. Alex widens her eyes. ALEX’S POV - MIND WEB INTERFACE Craig takes out a device resembling a small vacuum. Alex brings up a list of contacts. She selects “Fred.” The screen shows “Calling Fred...” 11. INT. LOUNGE Fred perks up. FRED Alex? He bolts out the door. ACTON Fred?! Acton runs after Fred. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LOUNGE Craig applies the vacuum to Alex’s temple. Small, sharp metal claws inside the device twist and dig into her scalp. Alex’s eyes well up. ALEX’S POV The screen starts to snow. CRAIG (slightly distorted) Good night, Alex. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LOUNGE Alex calms down. ALEX’S POV A menu screen appears. Under “Emergency,” Alex selects “Self- Terminate.” TONI’S POV A message from Alex appears: “I’d rather die a human being.” INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE LOUNGE TONI Wait! NO!! Craig extracts Alex’s chip, leaving a wound in her temple. 12. Suddenly, Fred races down the hallway and sees Alex’s limp body in Craig’s clutches. In a BLIND RAGE, Fred leaps and slams his fists and forearms into Craig’s head and neck. Toni screams as Craig slumps over unconscious. Fred grabs the vacuum. Toni grabs her tranquilizer gun, but Acton bumps into her, making her shoot herself instead. Toni collapses. Fred removes Alex’s chip from the vacuum. He turns his head toward Acton. Acton checks Alex’s pulse. Acton sighs, turns to Fred, and shakes his head. Fred lowers his head. He tightens his lips and furrows his brow. INT. - LOUNGE Fred takes the chip to a desk. He takes a cotton swab with alcohol and frantically, but delicately, cleans the chip. Acton sets Alex’s body on the couch. He takes a phone out of his pocket and dials 911. Fred grabs a data port hub, takes it apart, and inserts the chip. ACTON (O.S.) Hello? I want to report a murder. Fred takes the data hub and plugs it into the phone, which turns on automatically. ACTON (CONT’D) Yes. It’s the College of Interplanetary Studies. Second floor. A small light on the hub turns on, and a holographic progress bar appears above the phone. Fred takes a chair, sits down, and waits. FADE TO: 13. INT. LOUNGE - MORNING Fred sits in the same position as before, staring at the phone with bloodshot eyes. The progress bar finishes, prompting an alert sound. Fred perks up. He opens a new file labeled “Alex” with the “Project: Back-up” program. But the hologram only reads “Corrupt File. Cannot Open.” FRED What? No. No! Alex! He grabs the phone and looks directly into the camera. FRED (CONT’D) Alex? It’s me. Wake up, please! No response. FRED (CONT’D) ALEX!! Still no response. The hologram displays a new text message: “Alex: Hey, night owl. How’d work go?” POV - PHONE CAMERA Fred looks into the camera. He smiles. Another text message from Alex: “That well, huh?” FADE OUT.
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