Clarke learns of the spark for Project Hammerfell.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
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FRED
After dinner I guess.
FRANK
Excellent.
EXT.
JUNKYARD - DAY
Frank,
Fred and his two sons are all wearing improvised combat armor.
ISAAC
Dad, is this stuff
necessary?
FRED
Yes it is. You ready to
test this stuff out Frank?
FRANK
ABSOLUTELY. I mean,
absolutely. We'll start with the easiest stuff.
Frank
goes down and takes a grenade from his belt and tosses it at some
mannequins that are standing up. A slick puddle of liquid splatters
all over the place and the mannequins fall down. The kids cheer.
FRANK
The slick grenades work.
Frank
takes another grenade off of his belt and tosses it at a large pile
of junk. The grenade goes off and thick green paint explodes all
over the target. It glows faintly.
FRANK
Paint grenades. Check.
ISAAC
What does that do Uncle
Frank?
FRANK
Aside from the fact that
it looks cool, you can use it to track people who get it on them.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
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Frank
Noble looks a bit nervous about all of this conversation for some
reason.
FRANK
Actually, speaking of
'inventions' I've got a new job since I lost my fellowship with
Kensington.
FRED
Can you believe that?!
You should sue. Are you SURE you don't remember who put you in
there?
FRANK
Afraid not. At any
rate, I've got an idea for a potential job as a special effects
coordinator-
ISAAC AND ARTHUR
Cool!
KAROL
That sounds like an
excellent idea.
FRANK
But I'm going to need a
few things to show them what I can do. I was wondering if I could
get your help with some of the simpler mechanisms.
FRED
I suppose. I don't
know. Things are kind of busy at the hardware store. Still, I
suppose I can.
Karol
Noble hugs her husband and kisses him. The kids cheer.
FRANK
When do we get started?
Monday, September 15, 2014
[The 500] Getting it Right
We asked ourselves if we knew what we were doing but we knew we didn't. I stared at the aged oak railing that had been worn away by wind and rain and looked out across the shields that told me I knew what I needed to know already. A line of plastic shields and frowning faces snaked its way down the street and around the corner.
How many were there? How many of them wanted to be here? And yet I knew that they were not ready for what was to come. A peaceful protest (minus a few morons who decided burning a convenience store was the key to social change). They kept staring at me. They were staring at us.
For a supposedly free country, it sure didn't feel that way when I looked at the firehoses, the tear gas grenade launcher, the plastic truncheons and the tasers. It was about control. It was about the status quo.
But the world was turning. And that thin plastic line wasn't enough to stop it. They could murder one or two of us, but they couldn't change the truth. The biggest wall to that was the wall of ignorance, maintained by those who wanted to live in a sanitized Andy Griffith world long passed.
And then someone began to sing a hymn. It was catchy, and while I was terrible with the lyrics I could join in on the chorus. The plastic line shifted nervously. They didn't like this. They didn't want this. But they held firm.
Then we joined hands and began to march to the park. That caused them to freak out. We were 'attacking' them, so they opened up with the tear gas. It felt like I had salt and vinegar poured down my throat. A lot of others scattered, but I held still.
Then they leapt forward and began to beat me. There in the shadows of twilight, my skin color didn't matter. My social status didn't matter. I was a threat to the status quo. I was a threat to their order. They didn't like it.
I heard someone moan as the defenders of 'justice' began to beat them. They were being filmed, but they didn't care. The Wall of Ignorance would protect them. As I blacked out I wondered...will we ever have justice? Maybe. But it will be earned one martyr at a time.
How many were there? How many of them wanted to be here? And yet I knew that they were not ready for what was to come. A peaceful protest (minus a few morons who decided burning a convenience store was the key to social change). They kept staring at me. They were staring at us.
For a supposedly free country, it sure didn't feel that way when I looked at the firehoses, the tear gas grenade launcher, the plastic truncheons and the tasers. It was about control. It was about the status quo.
But the world was turning. And that thin plastic line wasn't enough to stop it. They could murder one or two of us, but they couldn't change the truth. The biggest wall to that was the wall of ignorance, maintained by those who wanted to live in a sanitized Andy Griffith world long passed.
And then someone began to sing a hymn. It was catchy, and while I was terrible with the lyrics I could join in on the chorus. The plastic line shifted nervously. They didn't like this. They didn't want this. But they held firm.
Then we joined hands and began to march to the park. That caused them to freak out. We were 'attacking' them, so they opened up with the tear gas. It felt like I had salt and vinegar poured down my throat. A lot of others scattered, but I held still.
Then they leapt forward and began to beat me. There in the shadows of twilight, my skin color didn't matter. My social status didn't matter. I was a threat to the status quo. I was a threat to their order. They didn't like it.
I heard someone moan as the defenders of 'justice' began to beat them. They were being filmed, but they didn't care. The Wall of Ignorance would protect them. As I blacked out I wondered...will we ever have justice? Maybe. But it will be earned one martyr at a time.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Precyber Chapter 46
Clarke finds out just how deep the rabbit hole goes. A tragic loss. Justice is served.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 16
ISAAC
Badgers are COOL!
ARTHUR
Yeah! The Bright Badger
is the best hero EVER.
Fred
Noble bangs his hand on the table.
FRED
None of that! You know I
don't like that kind of talk.
ISAAC
I don't see what is the
big deal. You obviously have the tech gene.
FRED
For the last time. Just
because someone shows a little technical aptitude does not mean that
they have 'the tech gene'. And even those that are unfortunate
enough to have it, do not all go putting on their underwear and
parading around in public acting like fools.
ARTHUR
But Dad it would be so
cool!
KAROL
Your father was tested.
Your father and your uncle don't have the meta gene or the tech gene.
They're just both very good men. Perfectly normal.
FRED
No. Everyone in this
room is perfectly extraordinary.
KAROL
Of course dear.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 15
INT.
DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Frank
and Fred Noble are seated at dinner with Fred's wife, KAROL NOBLE,
and his two children ISAAC NOBLE and ARTHUR NOBLE. There is a period
of awkward silence where no one talks.
ISAAC
So.
ARTHUR
So.
FRED
So what?
ARTHUR
So-so.
Everyone
at the table laughs.
FRANK
Thanks for getting me
out of there Fred.
FRED
Hey. You'd do the same
thing.
ARTHUR
Are you crazy Uncle
Frank?
FRED
ARTHUR!
ARTHUR
What? I just wanted to
know.
FRANK
Yes, Arthur. I am
crazy.
Fred
rolls his eyes.
ARTHUR
Cool. Do you get to
take medication?
FRANK
Er, No.
FRED
Your uncle does not need
medication.
ISAAC
Actually dad, he has
been acting kind of weird.
KAROL
Stop badgering your
uncle.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 14
DR DOBIN
Perhaps we can come to
some arrangement.
Fred
punches Dr. Dobin in the face and walks around to open up the door.
INT.
PADDED CELL – DAY
Frank
looks back at the wall he spoke to earlier and says.
FRANK
(as if talking to a
camera)
The plan is now working
perfectly.
Frank
turns to Fred, acting perfectly sane.
FRANK
Fred! Good to see you!
These people locked me up, I have no idea why.
FRED
Don't you worry about a
thing Frank.
Fred
helps Frank up and they leave. Lawyer looks at Dr. Dobin.
LAWYER
Expect to hear from us.
EXT.
LUNATIC ASSYLUM - DAY
Frank,
Fred and Lawyer drive away.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 13
FRANK
(as if speaking to the
camera)
Little do THE FORCES OF
EVIL know that they have captured the superhero GRENADEMAN. But as
we speak our hero is working out a way to get out of this situation.
Frank
resumes looking at the camera and babbling in an insane fashion.
INT.
MONITOR ROOM NEAR CELL – DAY
Fred,
Lawyer and Dr. Dobin come in and see Frank.
DR DOBIN
There, you see what I
mean?
FRED
Well if you dope
somebody up enough they're bound to act like this.
DR DOBIN
We're not giving him
anything. He's acting like this entirely on his own.
FRED
You're not giving him
anything at all? And yet you're claiming to try and cure him? What
crap is this?
DR DOBIN
Well I er
FRED
That's what I thought. I
want into to see him. Now.
DR DOBIN
I'm afraid that's not
possible.
Lawyer
begins to pull out cell phone and make a call.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 12
ATTENDANT
I think you want to see
them sir. Yes.
The
attendant puts down the phone and looks at Fred and Lawyer.
ATTENDANT
Dr. Dobin will be out to
see you shortly.
Dr.
Dobin comes out about ten seconds later from the office on the other
side of the hall.
DR DOBIN
Mr. Noble, so glad to
see you. Perhaps there has indeed been some misunderstanding. You
see Mr. Noble checked himself into our clinic.
FRED
Really? That sounds like
crap to me.
DR DOBIN
He specifically
requested that no one be informed that we admitted him. He is
demonstrating...well, extreme catatonic manic depressiveness.
LAWYER
Those terms are
contradictory.
DR DOBIN
Are they? Well, here,
come-you'll see for yourself. He just sits in the corner and babbles
to himself all day.
Dr.
Dobin, Fred and Lawyer walk down the hall.
INT.
PADDED CELL - DAY
Frank
Noble has a straight jacket on and is babbling to himself. He looks
up at a camera in the wall and makes faces at it. Then he turns to
the wall.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 11
FRED
I don't think you
understand. My brother has been locked up here. As his next of kin,
I was not notified. I demand to see him immediately.
ATTENDANT
What is the name of the
patient?
FRED
Frank Noble.
ATTENDANT
I'm afraid we have no
patient here by that name.
FRED
This is my lawyer, she
seems to think that you're holding out on us.
LAWYER
I have definite
testimony from another patient here that Mr. Noble is indeed here and
being held against his will. We can contact law enforcement
authorities but felt that it might be easier for all involved if we
tried to handle the situation quietly, but if you insist on making a
ruckus about the issue.
FRED
I'm in the mood to make
a ruckus. Are you in the mood to make a ruckus?
LAWYER
I...couldn't say.
ATTENDANT
Hold please.
The
attendant picks up the phone and calls Dr. Dobin again.
ATTENDANT
I think you want to see
them sir. Yes.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 10
J.R.R. THORNE
Send a medic up for Doc
Shadows. Also arranged to have Frank sent to the Bellweather
facility. Tell Jason his footage worked perfectly. He believed the
whole thing. No. We didn't get the results. But we will.
J.R.R.
Thorne puts the phone down and looks at a blathering Frank.
J.R.R. THORNE
We will.
EXT.
LUNATIC ASSLYUM - DAY
FRED
NOBLE heads towards a sanitarium with a lawyer in tow. Various
patients lay around the grounds doing various crazy things. Fred is
obviously very angry.
INT.
LOBBY OF ASSLYUM – DAY
Fred
walks up to the front desk. He approaches an attendant.
FRED
My name is FRED Noble.
I want to see the person in charge of this place.
ATTENDANT
That would be Dr. Dobin.
I'll get him.
The
Attendant picks up the phone and dials a number.
ATTENDANT
Dr. Dobin? There is a
FRED Noble here to see you. Yes. I'll tell him.
The
attendant puts the phone down.
ATTENDANT
I'm sorry, but you will
have to make an appointment.
FRED
I don't think you
understand. My brother has been locked up here. As his next of kin,
I was not notified. I demand to see him immediately.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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Last of a Kind is about the Church of Theatrical Explosions, using an exemption in a theological future of censorship to show good
Perfect Pie is about a legal case in the 9 Prime Worlds which regard all other alternate timelines as false. A man has been asked to find 'the perfect pie' but why? And what is so significant about a mere pie?
old fashioned 20th century action flicks on the International Space Station and efforts to shut them down.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 9
J.R.R. THORNE
Fight it! Drill into
him!
Doc
Shadows clutches his hands to his forehead.
DOC SHADOWS
I …nearly….Impossible!
Slashing and burning his own mind….he’s tossing aside his own
sanity to keep me from
FRANK
Yo Hoho O forces of
EVIL! Yohohohoho…I am the mighty….I am the MIGHTY
DOC SHADOWS
I almost
Doc
Shadows collapses from the pain.
J.R.R.
Thorne sits next to Frank Noble, looking into his now mad eyes.
J.R.R. THORNE
Touché Dr.
Noble…touché….but I've got most of what I need. The rest is
only a matter of time.
FRANK
I am the model of a
modern major general, I am familiar with both animal vegetable and
the prodigious use of highly placed explosives…
J.R.R.
Thorne goes over to the phone again and presses a button.
J.R.R. THORNE
Send a medic up for Doc
Shadows. Also arranged to have Frank sent to the Bellweather
facility. Tell Jason his footage worked perfectly. He
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 8
Thorne
presses a button on the phone and speaks into it. The screen goes
black. There is gunfire, and screams can be heard, Frank stares in
horror at the screen, and shakes his head in denial.
J.R.R. THORNE
Kill them!
FRANK
NO!
DOC SHADOWS
I will regress you to
the age of two for this. Just who do you think you are dealing with?
Just because you have a little toy that keeps me from easily reading
your mind does not really defend you from me.
J.R.R. THORNE
You WILL be party to
this or everything we worked for is useless. His mind is now open to
you, you know it, and I know it. Take him now, or do I have to find
another telepath, and kill more of Dr. Noble’s family until I have
what I want. You are expendable, he is expendable, but what he knows
is not. By any means, my Dear Doctor.
Doc
Shadows glares at Thorne, but finally squats again and stares into
Dr. Noble’s eyes.
DOC SHADOWS
He’s still fighting,
but I can…yes…I’m nearly there…I have it…
Doc
Shadows shrieks in pain.
Frank
Noble thrashes back and forth painfully.
FRANK
TALLYHO!
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