A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
Thursday, October 29, 2015
[Script] Unfood - Page 34
CONTINUED: 34.
BOB
(Clicks.)
Freight laughs to himself as if he thinks it is a stupid
idea. He points the sensors on the bridge. A bright light
shows up.
FREIGHT
What the...BOB! We’ve hit the....
He moves to the right a little. The blob moves to the
right.
FREIGHT
God damn. Its me. Wow. I’m worth
a whole lot of calories. Too bad I
can’t eat me.
He laughs and then gets an odd expression on his face. He
then runs out of the room.
SHOT – MED BAY – DAY – INT
Freight runs up to the doc machine and types in instructions
waiting for an explanation.
FREIGHT
Wow. Look at all that
cyberware. Hey ship, just how much
of myself can I replace with this
stuff?
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Please sit in the chair.
Freight gets in the chair.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Scanning.
Mechanical stuff happens.
SHIP’S COMPUTER
90%.
FREIGHT
90%?!
SHIP’S COMPUTER
Yes.
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