[Script] Revolution Number Eight - Page 4

Agent Chwech
Well, I'll leave you lot to it then.

He leaves.

Scene
Agent Chwech walks down a long white hall.  There is a white table.  The decorations are white or at least light in color.  The door is black with a black doornob.

He reaches for the doornob.

Closeup of the doornob as his hand turns it.

Scene
Esme Euphrasia sits behind a classic desk, with a literal 'in' box full of paper work on one side, and an 'out' box on the other side.  Both are filled with papers.  Every few seconds, she picks up a piece of paper and stamps it with one of five or six stamps and an inkwell. She never looks at the papers, but the motion is deliberate.  As the camera angle moves about the room, from time to time, a pair of hands in black sleeves put a new pile of paper in the in box and take some of the papers in the old box. The hands are the only thing that is seen, never the body and at most a black sleeved or clad arm.  Faint smoke wafts in the room though Esme is never seen smoking.

Agent Chwech
They're doing quite well.

Director Euphrasia
Bollocks.  They doing nothing of the sort.

Agent Chwech
Do you think they're stalling?

Director Euphrasia
I think so.  Can't prove it, and them being them we can't just make em disappear.  They keep doing well enough that I can't just sack them and find another more plaint group.

Agent Chwech
And pliance is important is it?

Director Euphrasia
Watch your tone with me.  I don't care how bright a star you think you are.   This is the most important thing we've done in twenty years.

Agent Chwech
It's alien contact.  More like the history of the species.

Director Euphrasia
There is a war on.  There is more at stake here than just a bunch of nonsense from flying saucers.

[Naked City] The following piece is written for Naked City with the theme of "Oblivion"

Hello there from another world.  I'm Rhombus Ticks.  The voice you hear is not my own, but it wasn't when I read to you before.  TC, my regular host, is located in Miami, while Len has agreed to read this piece to you.  I shall endevor to be a gentleman while here.

Oblivion.

[Pause]

Alright, now pretend I just filled five minutes with awkward silence.  That was my first idea.  And as much as it appealed to me, the recent podcast I did not do that involved nothing but numbers pushed the envelope enough for my tastes for a while, so I thought I'd speak about something else.  The space between worlds.  I write a lot about Fairy or Terra or Wonderbreadland but one doesn't simply wander to the nearest bus and order a ticket back and forth.  

The moon is so far away it takes a second for light to travel there.  That means that if you look at a piano falling on some jerk blocking you in traffic, an astronaut on the moon with a really powerful telescope wouldn't see it fall on the guy until a second later.  It takes fourteen minutes to see it with a magic telescope (because let's be honest that would have to be one damn big telescope, or maybe a telescope linked to an ipad or something) anyway, that guy on mars wouldn't see the piano fall for fourteen minutes.  That takes a full year for it to reach Alpha Centauri.

The gaps between atoms and sub atomic particles are even more staggering in their own way.  So much space between everything but it doesn't even hold a candle to the space between what you consider real and what you consider merely fictional.  I mean, metaphorically it is right next door, a heart beat away but all interesting uses of chemistry aside, Sauron isn't going to be playing golf on the course tomorrow morning with....well, you know.  People.  On your world.  Who are the kind of people who would likely hang out with Sauron.

You know.

Anyway, where was I? Time breaks down here.  The very concept of space, the thing that you share in common with a sun or a black hole or the farthest bit of light in the sky, so far that it goes to the edge of your ever expanding universe.  Your dreams are with you every day but they are also farther than the beginning of time itself.  No wonder so many obsess about death.  When entropy claims us, there is only the memory and the dream of what was.  Is there an afterlife? There is here, but there? Its a grayer area.  And whether or not you believe it real, for practical purposes its as far away as I am.

Oblivion.  It's a hell of a thing to overcome, but there are tricks.  Journals.  Stone monuments, astral projection.  You know.  Find creative ways to work around it.  Because despite the distance between you and the impossible, I speak from experience when I say that exploration of it is worth it.

That's all.  Good night.

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[Script] Revolution Number Eight - Page 3

Scene Returns to the interrogation.

INTERN ADAMS
So....wait? Aliens? Really?

AGENT CHWECH
Queen's honor.

INTERN ADAMS
What...really?

AGENT CHWECH
Really.

INTERN ADAMS
You're not just pulling my leg because I'm the new guy?

AGENT CHWECH
Come on, let me take you to meet the band.

INTERN ADAMS
The Beattles?

(Agent Chwech laughs)

Scene: The two of them go through a door into the recording studio.

JOHN
I think you're getting the Fedopala a bit short.

PAUL
Close but it needs some Schlip.

INTERN ADAMS
(whispering to AGENT CHWECH)
What?

RINGO
Hello.  Who's the new guy?

AGENT CHWECH
This is agent Adams.  He's here to help you sus out what you're working on.

Everyone says hello.

[Heliotrope] Time and Fairy Tales

So of course Fairy Tales are much older than expected.   It goes without saying that magical beings that are outside of time are going to have a lifestyle that doesn't match common understanding.  The fact is, Fairies are dangerous creatures that life outside of time, but there are many that are far more human like than not.  The key is understanding which.  The more powerful the fairy, the less comprehensible it is.  A Fairy Queen or royalty with human blood are practically human.  Order and Chaos, who interact with humans on a regular basis (albiet as pawns) are alien but somewhat comprehensible.....sometimes.  Oberon, Titania and Mab....are older than planets and stars.  A human would do well to be cautious around them.

[Script] Revolution Number Eight - Page 2

Scene: A wide show of a small conference room with a single table and a swinging lightbulb, but a faint glow comes from one side of the room, though the camera carefully does not show that side yet.  Agent Chwech sits with a young man of 17-19 years at the other end of a table.

A small date appears on the side of the screen indicating, "November 27th, 1969."

AGENT CHWECH
Do you know why you are here, Intern Adams?

INTERN ADAMS
Because of my article in the Eagle?

AGENT CHWECH
That's right, but do you know what you are here, FOR?

INTERN ADAMS
I...don't.  And wasn't MI-8?

AGENT CHWECH
Retired.  After the war.  Merged.  Yes, it was.  We brought it back.

INTERN ADAMS
OK?

AGENT CHWECH
Do you know why?

INTERN ADAMS
Um.  No.

AGENT CHWECH
Good.  If you did we'd likely have to kill you.  Do you believe in aliens?

INTERN ADAMS
Like...Martians?

AGENT CHWECH
Oh much farther than that.   Alpha Centauri.

INTERN ADAMS
What, like the star?

AGENT CHWECH
Exactly.  Small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri.  And they have left us with an enigma, wrapped in a riddle something something something.  We want your help working it out.

Scene: Wide pan 90 degrees to a one way mirror with JOHN, PAUL, RINGO and GEORGE in a recording studio, looking frustrated.