Logline: A teenage genius hijacks an untested time machine into a post-technological future where his is the most hated name in history.
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INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
JAYCE LOMAN (late teens) walks confidently down a long, narrow passage lined with a tangle of pipes and cables -- lit with a sickly, artificial glow.
Ventilation HUMS over it all.
We see Jayce in silhouette only, and his head is haloed with a cool-blue, electronic glow. He has a black-and-neon, vinyl backpack slung over his shoulder.
A female, teenage VOICE (slightly tinny) responds.
As if. I coulda' got this far with my eyes
Then why didn't you?
Because I--Hold on.
Jayce's halo disappears, as does the girl's voice.
Jayce ducks sideways into an alcove, his departure revealing the beam of light coming from a side passageway at the "T" intersection up ahead.
A tense, loaded silence, punctuated by the growing CLUMP, CLUMP, CLUMP of booted feet, and then a GUARD appears at the intersection.
The Guard turns, revealing a light attached to an automatic rifle -- which he shines in Jayce's direction.
Jayce FLATTENS against the wall, further into the shadows.
The Guard taps a fitted, matte-black band on his wrist, and a HOLOGRAPHIC RECTANGLE appears in the air in front of him: a hovering maze of passageways.
A light-green, BLINKING DOT marks his place at the "T"
A few other green dots move around the complex maze. All clear. The Guard clumps on.
Jayce peers out.
Our first good look at him reveals a thin, angular face with deeply-intelligent eyes.
He reaches out a hand translucently-gloved with a network of holographic, electronic-pathways, which are projected across the back of his hand from a wristband like the guard's.
Jayce twiddles his fingers.
A hearing-aid sized, matching device in his ear (called an earwig) projects a curved, translucent window in front of his face -- the source of the aforementioned halo.
Images and bits of data flash in front of him, reflecting off his bright, attentive eyes.
The one constant is a live video-image of a cute, curly-haired redhead -- whose VOICE we heard earlier.
Her USERNAME displays below her feed.
This is AERLI.
NOTE: Until otherwise indicated, all Aerli's interactions will be through Jayce's hologram -- speaking directly into his ear.
What the hell, dude?
Jayce steps fully into the hallway, and walks toward the "T" intersection.
There was a guard.
What? Weren't you running the program
I gave you?
Jayce twiddles his fingers again, and the same passage-maze the guard saw appears on his screen.
I thought you were gonna ping me when they
got close. I can't watch everything.
Jayce turns left at the "T"
Almost there. I'mma cut you off in
case it echoes when I'm inside.
No. I wanna see what--
Jayce twiddles his fingers. Aerli disappears.
He steps into another alcove. On the wall: a ladder, with a security pad next to it.
The ladder leads to a HINGED GRATE on the floor.
Jayce twiddles his fingers again.
His earpiece projects a beam of light out at the pad. A floating, holographic image of a human eyeball appears at the end of the beam.
A light from the pad scans the eyeball. The grate CLICKS open.
Jayce pulls up the grate and crawls down the ladder, down into darkness.
INT. CHUTE - CONTINUOUS
Jayce climbs down, down, down, toward...
INT. LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS
The most advanced physics lab you've never been allowed to see, protected by an unbeatable security system... a system that's about to get pwned.
Activation-lights on cameras flicker off, then on. Rotating laser-arrays disappear. A panel lifts up from the roof overhead, and Jayce drops through the opening.
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