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					                                                    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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