Tuesday, September 16, 2014

[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 17

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.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Precyber Chapter 46


Clarke finds out just how deep the rabbit hole goes.  A tragic loss.  Justice is served.


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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

Precyber - Chapter 45


Clarke and Horse trail Mike to South America.


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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.