[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.

Precyber Chapter 46

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

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[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.

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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.

Precyber - Chapter 45

Clarke and Horse trail Mike to South America.

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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.

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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.