A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 23
CONTINUED: 23.
in a hyper user friendly interface which bears no
resemblance to that of a video game whatsoever. The health
bar shows 60%. Freight searches through the cargo hold and
finds loads of socks. The health bar shows at 50%. Freight
lies down on the floor, unable to move. The Health bar
shows 40%.
Freight has grown a beard and mustache. He also has lost
weight. He gurgles with frustration at a full cooked meal
that looks absolutely delicious and knocks it off of the
table and howls at the Creator with frustration. He takes
the plate (which is unbreakable) and bangs it on the side of
the creator several times.
He looks distraught and desperate.
SCENE 6 - INT – NIGHT - SHIPS CONTROL ROOM
Freight lies back inside of the Ship’s control room, trying
various setting without much use. He changes channels
slowly, trying to get a result. As he flips through the
channels, he eventually gets a result, a small haze of red
that appears on the screen but is pretty small.
FREIGHT
What the hell was that?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Unknown.
FREIGHT
Can’t you do better than that?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Unknown life form.
FREIGHT
Good. (beat) Very good.
He smiles widely. This is the best news that he has had in
a while. He moves towards the elevator and presses the
button.
INT – ELEVATOR – NIGHT
Freight rubs his hands together and cackle Wylie E Coyote
style.
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