- INT. ELEVATOR, RING CITY, COSMIC CENTER - (HOUR LATER)
- Amid a billion bright stars, they sleep;
- The elevator arrives,
- THRICE TING-TONGS,-- They rouse;
DANIEL
- (rises)
- Yup: We're, back in the changeless real world.
- They get-up, put-on their jackets and boots;
- And gather to the door
PETER
- Gwen: Can you put a thirty-day running-code-lock on this elevator for us:
just in case?
GWEN
- Sure.
- (touches panel-controls)
- 7-1-8-3-4,- and add the days
Multiply overridable; prevents arbitrary use;
and saves program identities.
DANIEL
- (summarizes)
-
5 and 4, by casting-out nines and elevens
Do you think we're coming
back?
PETER
- Just being thorough,- not predicting.
GWEN
- (more to Peter)
- You don't want to go back to Earth.
PETER
- They haven't forgotten the submarine chase: We may have to avoid reentering
at the South Pole.
DANIEL
- Is there any other way?
PETER
- No.
DANIEL
- (resigns)
- Oh-- boy
- Elevator TING-TINGS: THE DOOR OPENS.
- They exit into a familiar corridor
- INT. INFINITE CORRIDOR - LIGHTED (CONTINUOUS)
- And look about
HARRY
- Doesn't look changed since we were last here
that was two days ago
I
think we're safe.
DANIEL
- (hands covering eyes)
- Can't tell if our skin glows: Check it later in the dark.
HARRY
- (looks left, and right)
- Which way, Gwen?
- Gwen leads away; They follow,
Harry last;
- Daniel notices blackened blast-marks on the floors and walls; Peter notices
the conspicuous rewelds;--
DANIEL
- (as to Harry)
- Don't miss these important changes:
- (points to blast-marks)
- These don't, look stale yet.
PETER
- (calming hush)
- Keep going, guys; Don't look back.
DANIEL
- (equally as to Peter)
- Did you see someone behind us?
PETER
- No
I notice that this metal ring-city has been rewelded a few times.
HARRY
- (lagging)
- Could have been stray asteroids.
DANIEL
- In this technology!?
- STARSHIP GANTRY-WAY - (MINUTES LATER)
- Sans Harry, they arrive at their windowed gantry-way
- And look about for him,--
PETER
- (surprised)
- Where could he have gone? He was last,-- right with us: behind us.
DANIEL
- (cute)
- The little-boys' room?
GWEN
- Let's go in and get ready.
- She heads in; Daniel half-follows;- She stays for him
PETER
- (paused at the entrance)
- Go ahead: I'll wait for him:- Don't want him to get lost.
- Gwen and Daniel proceed
but momentarily--
- [HARRY:VID] WALL-PICS RESOUND in the gantry and corridor--
[HARRY:VID] (PA-LOUD)
- Hi-- guys! This is, Cap-Ten Harry, on the fly-by
Wave, kiddies!
- A small SHUTTLE, bottom-lit reddish, passes not far outside, leaving toward
the east;--
PETER
- (exclaims)
- Harry!
- (00:00 "One" - One More Night/Amber/Hani remix)
- And he runs back through the corridor
- Daniel turns to follow but Gwen hand-restrains him--
GWEN
- Let's go inside, Daniel: Peter can match Harry.
- Guiding him into the Starship
meanwhile
- CORRIDOR - (AS CONTINUOUS)
- POV: Peter RUNS a ways, searching
TURNS LEFT down a--
- SHUTTLE GANTRY-WAY - (CONTINUOUS)
- Grabs and pulls-on A HALO COMMUNICATOR-- full of mentalized
Virtual-Reality-Assisted (VRA) see-in-the-dark enhanced-lit
SURROUND-SOUND-ECHO-IMAGERY OF HUMAN-MACHINE INTERFACING
- POV:VRA: he jump-enters THROUGH A PORTAL into--
- INT. SMALL SHUTTLE - DIM LIT PORTAL (CONTINUOUS)
-
and inserts himself in the seat,- and rapidly keys-up
- PORTAL SHUTS TO DARK (skin still glowing), CONTROLS LIT
- Shuttle pops-away, flip-rolling
- He steadies it
- And accelerates along the ring-city below the stars.
- Harry's Shuttle (VRA) rushes the b.g. east star-rise;
- And drops into the blackness
- And Peter follows.
PETER (POV:VRA)
- Harry:- You there!?
- (pauses for reply)
- Harry!? Can you hear me?!
[HARRY:VID]
- (a beat, cowboy happy)
- Well,- Howdy, pard-ner!
Looks like a great, space-rat, race
PETER (POV:VRA)
- (plaintive)
- What are you doing, Harry?!
- The ring-city reddish bottom is visible to the horizon
[HARRY:VID]
- Pleasant day for a spin,-- hah hah: A spin-vector pre-cession around a
black-hole!
PETER (POV:VRA)
- (keys comm)
- Dan, Gwen: Can you hear me?
[DANIEL:VID]
- (replies)
- Go ahead, Peter: We found the radio controls in the starship command center.
And, We're ready to go.
PETER (POV:VRA)
- Stay put: I don't want to dock this shuttle with a moving spaceship.
[DANIEL:VID]
- All right, Pete: Gwen and I will keep station.-- Are you anywhere near
Harry?
PETER (POV:VRA)
- Just on his trail: He's got full control of that thing, and he's diving
fast.
[DANIEL:GWEN'S VID]
- (to Gwen)
- Harry's pumping for the daylight at the end of the black-hole tunnel,--
Though it does have the ruby hue of Christian-vehemence
At least he's sober.
[GWEN:VID]
- Harry: Can you hear me?- We do have to get going: And we're ready to go
home, now!
- Peter evens-up to parallel Harry
[HARRY:VID]
- (cowboy)
- Well,-- Howdy, little-lady: How's a ring-city settin' on your pretty little
finger
?
- Harry looks across,- waves brightly
[GWEN:VID]
- Harry: You, rug-bee-goon!-
- (recovers)
- Peter: Get Harry's as-cent shuttle back-up here where it belongs, now!
[HARRY:VID]
- Ouch:-- Them's hard words, little-lady: It's foosball, where I come-from.
- Peter strong-hand-points up;--
PETER (POV:VRA)
- Harry! There's no fame down this hole: Pull-up, now!
- Fingers a countdown, 3-2-1.
[HARRY:VID]
- (rallies)
- A-non-y-mo
!
- Harry dives
- Peter, dives,
faster and, momentarily, below--
- THE EVENT HORIZON: The sky scrolls-up angularly; --Outposts passing, appear
high, swing-low under, and to high beyond;--
[FEMALE COMPUTER] (VO)
- (invitation alert)
- Aht-tahn-tzion!
Shvartz-shield Ballistic Rah-diuus!
Aht-tahn-tzion!
[DANIEL:VID]
- (surprised)
- Who's she?!
[GWEN:VID]
- Peter: We're tracking two shuttles, but we've got company, somewhere.
PETER (POV:VRA)
- (radios)
- It's mine, Gwen: I've gone too far.
- (peeved emphasis)
- Harry: What are, you doing!?- Turn back, now: You're below the event
horizon!
- (pauses)
- Harry!- Answer me!-
- (enunciates)
- You are too deep to return ballistic: You must power-out now!
- (calms)
- I'm coming-up, Gwen.
- Peter angles his shuttle back upward
- (--:-- mix-over grind, continue)
- EXT. BLACK-HOLE - SUBHORIZON - PETER'S SHUTTLE CLIMBS OUT
- And far
far up the vastness
toward the ring-city
- INT. STARSHIP COMMAND - GALAXY CENTER - LIGHTED
- Gwen at Helm, Daniel at Nav, her right, wear communicator head-gear,
anxiously reviewing event-scheduling of aether traffic control diagrams of
intersecting cones-of-travel;
- (--:-- -fade-)
- Distant hurried FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER in the Gantry-way
DANIEL
- (pointing into his)
-
These two, intercept
GWEN
-
Probably traveling together
DANIEL
- (worries)
-
As long as they're not doing battle, together
!
GWEN
- (pointing hers, center)
-
These two arrive first
DANIEL
- (points into her data)
-
And we can leave in the kilohesit window opening here
- Peter hurries-in,- crossing to Gwen's side first--
PETER
- Any further word from Harry
!?
DANIEL
- (focused on a display)
- No: But we must leave immediately: Gwen has incoming transients on three of
the aether-slipstreams: Ours is available in 20 hesits
- (revises)
- Nope
They're here
- (looks out forward)
- Arriving, now
!
PETER
- Who? Visitors? Aliens? Asteroids!?
GWEN
- Unknown, Peter: Is Harry coming up?
PETER
- No:- He waved me off
I was last hoping he'd change his mind alone.
DANIEL
- We tried to reach him about the incoming transients
No response.
PETER
- Maybe he wants to return up to the garden, alone
We're not banished from
Earth: just slightly fugitive.
GWEN
- (muses to her data)
- Sometimes Harry can hang over the sideline like half a molasses.
DANIEL
- (hangs a beat, puzzles)
- What's
a molasses
?
PETER
- (reading between them)
- About 6-point-oh-2 times ten to the 23rd power more obstinance than his
contract stipulates.
- Gwen smiles.
DANIEL
- (big mouthes)
- Ohh-kay
.
GWEN
- (quickens)
- We can't stay
PETER
- (sits, captain's chair)
- I know
Let's go
Un-dock this ship:- Let's, Go home.
DANIEL
- Whew!- I was worried we'd be eating alien ghoul-ish, tonight.
GWEN
- (radios out)
- Good bye, Harry: I'll miss you.
DANIEL
- (radios out)
- Bye, Harry: Best wishes: Hope you find your way back to Earth, some day.
- Gwen keys:--
- (00:00 pouncy - Ooh Aah/Gina G/Motiv8 radio edit)
- Their Starship pulls-back from the dock
- (00:05 snare)
- Slows to stop, turning eastward
- (00:07 drum gallop)
- Forward along the metal-ring-city
accelerating
- Faster
- (00:22 voice)
- Pulling away
forward really fast
gliding up
over
- (00:36 snare)
- 2 starships -MARKERS AHEAD-
- (00:37 eery background)
- Arrive distant, turning about
Daniel points worried
- Gwen reexamines her display;-- shakes no-worry
- (00:47 oooh)
- GRID-LINES FLOW
- (00:49 snare)
- FINAL GRID;--
- (00:51 refrain)
- IN THE AETHER-SLIPSTREAM, --galaxy center stars aberrate
- Accelerating to ASTRO-SKIP-RATE 6.7 million
- Daniel reclines feet-up,- smiles; Spring-break is over.
- (01:06 instr.)
- They sail through the galaxy
- (01:13 -fade unto- voice)
- FADE OUT
- FADE IN:
- INT. COMMAND - GALACTIC INTERSTELLAR - (NEXT DAY)
- Far stars de-aberrate aside,- passing stars, slow, red-filled Grid Lines, as
velocity ramps down to light-speed:
- (00:00 - Jellyhead/Crush/Motiv8 Pumphouse 7" edit)
DANIEL
- (reads speedometer)
- 4-point-5-K
2-K
9-50
4-50
2-10
90
50
30
20
10
5
- (00:12 sticks-corner)
- And flips about to a new course-- sunward, homeward.
DANIEL
- 1-point-0
--light-speed--
- (2 beats)
- E-T-A, Neptune or Pluto, 2-point-5 kilohesits
An hour and a half.
- EXT. GALAXY SHIP ZOOMS AHEAD, TO TINY
- Distant Neptune is revealed un-eclipsed aside it:
GWEN (VO)
- Coming-up on Neptune
- INT. COMMAND - (1.5 HOURS LATER)
- (00:24 "woow"-wipe)
- They skirt-pass Neptune, medium-maximum-minimum, 3 sec.
DANIEL
- (finger-checks display)
- Neptune
Check!
- She side-eyes Daniel
- He side-eyes a grin back--
DANIEL
- (finger at next)
- Next checkpoint: Saturn, --skipping Uranus:-- E-T-A, 5 kilohesits
3 hours
Howabout we do some lunch?
- EXT. GALAXY SHIP ZOOMS AHEAD, TO TINIEST
- INT. COMMAND - (3 HOURS LATER)
- Daniel is afterlunch-snacking glazed super-popcorns
DANIEL
- (blowing on bites)
- Space-alien desserts are tasty
like lemon-sugar-candied chicken wings:
very hot inside.
- They skirt Saturn-star afar, a distant ringless fireball:
GWEN
- Nearest approach to Saturn.
- All ooh-ahh'ing its passing, small-large-small, 10 sec.
DANIEL
- (watching-back, bothers)
- Isn't that Jupiter? It's too bright to be Saturn; and it has no rings!
- (sits, rereads, to Gwen)
-
Are we going too fast?!
PETER
- (ponders)
- It's too large and far from the sun to be an outgassing comet.
DANIEL
- (big blinks at Gwen)
- Are my eyes overly adjusting for interstellar space?- I hope I'm not turning
into a bulge-eyed space-alien already: I was too normal
!
- FADE IN:
- INT. COMMAND - MOON SPACE - LATE AFTERNOON (NEXT HALF DAY)
- RADIAL GRID-LINES center the rapidly approaching moon; the Earth (4x distant
2x moon size) is just beyond moon-west
- Several SPECKS DRIFT near the moon; They're anxious;--
GWEN
- No: They are not artifacts, Daniel.
DANIEL
- Well, They'd better not be what I think, they are.
PETER
- They're not going to send spaceships to greet us like some famous alien
space visitors.
DANIEL
- Famous, is-n't what I had in mind calling us:- We should avoid them.
GWEN
- How could they know we're here, Peter?
PETER
- Project SafeGuard monitored Earth-destroying asteroids,- a project
supposedly cancelled by Congress in the mid-90's
DANIEL
- They could have replaced it with a sentry telescope: Astronomers are always,
looking for a few good comets.
PETER
- (doubts)
- Could have
But then, they haven't a fleet of Space Shuttles on demand nor
moon-based missiles,-- or none that I've read-of on the free-web.
DANIEL
- (trial answers)
- The Pentagon could have spent a few billion to set-up a black-project for a
strategic-missiles moon-base; Or some wealthy KGB nuclear remnant of the Soviet
Union could have
PETER
- I don't think they'd waste missiles on us: We're not big enough, nor heavy
enough, to be noticed-- much less shot-down,-- unless
- (scans soffit displays)
- Nope
We're alone out here.
DANIEL
- (new try)
- Radio telescope arrays, could have detected our retro-thrust
magneto-plasmas.
- The moon larger eclipsing the Earth; specks spreading;
PETER
- It'd be a whole different technology, Dan
- (peers out
ahead)
- Unless, this isn't our, Earth,- but a look-alike.
GWEN
- They're approaching rapidly!
- A SHIPWIDE KLAXON runs up-scale twice;
[FEMALE COMPUTER] (VO)
- (clips: alerts)
- AHT-TAHN-TZION-- ROTE ALERT-- DEY-FAHNSE-- ROTE ALERT-- AHT-TAHN-TZION
PETER
- Okay!- We presume they are hostile, -and in number:- Can we dodge them with
this galaxy ship?
GWEN
- We can try: We momentarily have the approach-speed advantage: I'll
- (fingers her controls)
- Reroute:- We'll skip our moon-station rendezvous, and proceed directly to
Earth.
DANIEL
- Is this risky?! Gwen.
GWEN
- This vessel has power to spare: We can power-descend and land directly in a
desert;-- Area 64-13, anyone?
DANIEL
- Area 51:-
- (mock-exasperates)
- We don't, want to disappoint the U-F-O hobbyists
!
- (resumes)
- Why is it, I feel more and more Russian, every day
?!
PETER
- 51 has been reclassified, Gwen; and it's nearer established roads.- We might
get a ride home.
DANIEL
- If we survive this.
PETER
- If we change our clothes.
DANIEL
- (exclaims at his attire)
- Oh, Yeah
!
- Gwen fingers her controls:--
The Starship veers sideways across the face
of the huge oncoming moon b.g. filling half and leaving the specks to the
opposite side
- But the specks track anew across the moon face
PETER
- Not good,-- Gwen: Prepare to ride evasive maneuvers.
DANIEL
- (exuberates)
- Hee-Yigh, cowboy:- Ride-em!
PETER
- Something like that.
- The bunch of specks spreads slightly on approach
GWEN
- Hang tight, guys: Here they come
- (activates controls)
- The Starship scoots across--about the face of the moon
- The specks gyrate independently
- Nearest SPECK EXPLODES IN WHITE FLASH;-- The obliterated VIEW AUTO-DARKENS
to diagrammatic; They traverse
PETER
- That's no ordinary proximity-fuse!
- The DUST-BLAST WHELMS, rushing against the windows
PETER
- (finishes over noise)
- That's nuclear, detonation!
- Next WHITE FLASH;-- VIEW AUTO-DARKENS; They traverse-back
- The DUST-BLAST WHELMS against the windows
DANIEL
- (busy at his Nav)
- They're just trying to remove us from outer-space
Ready for moon-swing in
10 hesits
- THIRD WHITE FLASH;-- the VIEW AUTO-DARKENS
- They traverse the diagram to the moon leading-east-edge
- The DUST-BLAST WHELMS
- And flash and dust-blast subside and dissipate
- (--:-- lull)
- The moon eastside passes close as more EXPLOSIONS ILLUMINE its dark E-EW
side
and subside behind them
10 sec.
DANIEL
- (watching rear 5 sec.)
- First sentries, out.
- THE EARTH AHEAD is at last their clear direct destination
GWEN
- (relaxes from controls)
- I'm taking a rest, guys: Wake me when they try to kill us again.
- (--:-- exuberates)
- EXT. STARSHIP PRECEDING TO EARTH - ABOVE, REAR, BEHIND
- MONTAGE (choreographed): The galaxy-ship rushes forward--
- DORSAL VIEW of Command Center
- RACING ALONG (1 km long)
- EARTH SPARKLES, SEEN VIA THE ENGINE-HOLLOW (100 m dia.)
- (--:-- -unto- refrain)
- INT. COMMAND - 6 MIN. 80K MI. TO PREEVENING EARTH ENLARGING
- Nevada centered calm amid storm turmoil on all horizons; They lounge in
their seats, Gwen napping;
DANIEL
- Pete: I'm puzzled, still,- about Harry's shuttle-dive into the black-hole:
What made the event-horizon suddenly important?
PETER
- It was a double-whammy: Normally an elliptical orbit returns to its apastron
in the same place in its inertial frame;-- but near the star mass the
ephemerides precess,- and the apastron, and periastron, move forward each
revolution -a fraction of a degree for planet Mercury- but if it enters the
event-horizon, the precession exceeds infinity and the orbit folds-down and
never attains apastron again.
The second whammy, whether or not you noticed, is
that Harry and I were accelerating, east forward in the inertial frame, and,
pumping our orbits higher by diving deeper at the hole: On orbit-return we'd
have reached apastron well-above the metal-ring-city
Except that, once we got
below the event-horizon, that advantage dissipated and disappeared.
DANIEL
- Well,
the other thing, I've been pondering, is, How did we jump from high
galactic potential-energy near Earth, in our solar-system, to low, potential,
near the center of the galaxy?- This ship has incredible power,-- but that much?
What about ourselves inside?
PETER
- You recall the force-field covering the moon-station launch-elevator
This
ship has us in a force-field,- an acceleration-damper
. And, our
potential-energy jumps, must have been accomplished by diving deep at
black-holes;- The aether-slipstream must siphon between isopotentials of
hole-structures
- (ponders)
- Which must also mean that all holes in the cosmos have the same surface
potential, when linked
explaining why ours is a small hole
And may, explain
the galactic missing mass
.
DANIEL
- (slow nods)
- Still, Some energy must be dumped,- unless it was preused to accelerate the
ship in the preentry slipstream
Interesting.
PETER
- Ahhh-- you understand.
- (smiles)
DANIEL
- (sparks)
- Then, One more thing: Your theory for the cosmos being the center of a
mass-hole but not a singularity
Granted it was always impossible to suppose an
infinitesmal could be expanded to become a finitesmal, or that a finitesmal
could exist to itself but nowhere else finitely.
PETER
- (quickens)
- Consider firstly atoms have roughly similar neutral radii, though their
masses are ratioed upto 2-hundred-92,-- and, both electron and proton have
similar radius, though their, masses are ratioed 18-hundred-36
Not mass, but
charge-involvement-structure is commensurate dimensionality.
- (a beat)
- Next
Consider our cosmos as a supernova-singularity: a ball of condensed
sub-nuclear mass: matter compressed so tightly it melts and clarifies its own
energy passing through itself, except for what we inside call, matter:
Conservation of mass-energy becomes conservation of aether-turbulence: Photon
energy inside is wave-motion in the aether mass: And therefor matter or energy
mass inside, is entropic, wavicle: Thus energy has exosystem-entropic, not
particulate gravity, as motion-entropy turbulence means less dense aether,
-which means slower wave-velocity,- which equivocates with gravity at its
superface;- Gravity, means slower space-time as Einstein formulated it;- thus
gravity itself equates to size-conservation of a shock-bubble of pure entropy in
an aether of absolute average density: Energy distributes uniform space for
itself. Furthermore,- The lower limit on aether-density drives a nonlinear upper
limit on energy density, thus ensuring an apparent minimum size for a given
energy and therefor a minimum speed limit and adjusted rules of gravity near
that extreme: and so we assume by simple inverse-square-law model, a cosmic
aether-ball less-compressed toward its outside: thus appearing to have outward
wave-steering gravity at the outer edge, and slower running time
That's
presuming an elastic, aether: not yet proven.
DANIEL
- (ponders)
- Absolute average --unit-- density: Not infinite density!?
PETER
- Sure.
DANIEL
- In what units!?
PETER
- One-to-one, on the numeric real-space dimensions,-- but much less than unity
in this cosmos.
DANIEL
- And how is uniformity ever absolutely settled, even in infinite time, if
it's minutely changeable?
PETER
- It doesn't need to be: No living observer can ever find an unsettled place
in an infinite cosmos, as the averaging process travels faster than the
observer, -or information, to, the observer. Of course, if one presumes infinite
communications to have preceded from all directions, then the delay of
information in an infinitesmal direction imputes interstitial unsettled domains,
but never observably, as there'd be no way of predicting what those
communications would be.
DANIEL
- (marvels)
- Olbers' Paradox on an infinite information space
!
PETER
- (a beat, continues)
- Which confuses extreme distant communications with infinite background
information.
DANIEL
- But, if there were waves of aether-settlementation traveling across the
infinite outer-cosmos
PETER
-
Could account for immeasurably small fluctuations in gravitational
constant and speed of light in our finite cosmos,-- most noticeable on the
extreme cosmic scale, or perhap on cosmic extremes: on black-holes.
DANIEL
- Then, What came before absolute average unit-density? Was there an aethereal
beginning to the infinite cosmos, too? The infinitely big absolute policy
adjustment
!?
PETER
- (a beat)
- Yes, from any observer's point of view.
DANIEL
- (evaluates a beat)
- Then, One sticky point:-- How would your aether, account for Gauge Two?
PETER
- (hedges)
- I would suppose our cosmos is in some sort of aether flow, itself: perhap
another big-bang effect
.
DANIEL
- Okay;- Back to my ordinary cosmic-scale question:
- (a beat)
- You've explained redshift by cosmic distance differently,-- and why the
cosmos does not gravitationally collapse
PETER
- (clips)
- Actually I prefer a stronger but related theory for cosmic redshift.
DANIEL
- Which is
PETER
- The formation of electrons in the early cosmic bang renormalization process
produced similar but minutely non-identical electrons, from shattering cosmic
charge strings,- with the lighter, lesser charged electrons, moving faster and
further away from the central bang pressure; Whence their longer wavelengths are
associated with remoter cosmic regions.
DANIEL
- Okay!- But, In either, theory: We should be able to detect a central zone
with blue-shifted energy.
PETER
- Except that detection of such small dominance of blue-shifted galaxies
depends greatly on random drifts, including our own,-- not good for proving any
particular theory; And, we're not far from the center
mankind never is: On
Earth, we're 4-thousand miles from its center, at the interface of solid,
liquid, gaseous;
At one astronomical unit from the sun, we're in the
solar-thermal interface of atmospheric clemency;
At 30-thousand light years
from the galaxy center, we're in its rogue-comet-field dark-business-halo
interface of life or truth over spirit, love, and soul
- Daniel, eyes widen open.
PETER
- (continues)
- A few galaxy-clusters away from the cosmic center we're in the
gravi-temporal speed-of-gravity interface of truth or mind. Somewhere outside
our cosmos is the reflectional interface of principle, where male and female are
the same.
And there was, some discussion of anisotropy in the collective cosmic
redshifts: Histograms exhibited abundances repeating every 72 kilometers per
second,-- probably concentric cosmic burps.
DANIEL
- (wide-eyed beat)
- Peter: You know I like you as a friend, but sometimes your answers are
absolute reproofs of final authority in the cosmic universe.
PETER
- That happens.
- (a beat)
- I've got a question for you, Dan.
DANIEL
- Okay.
PETER
- Your theory about putting a billion coulombs of electric charge inside a
gravity black-hole, to help buoy-up the metal-ring city on repulsive charge:
--Granted, electric charge is 10-to-the-42nd times stronger than the gravity,--
but, To put enough into the hole to hold-up a ring city, probably exceeds
lifting the city once;-- then continually replenishing it: How do you propose
this be accomplished?
- Specks appear near the Earth now closing-in in grid-lines;
DANIEL
- Firstly, I figure, In the event of a supernova, the 10 billion degrees
central temperature thermionically excludes and drives away hundreds of coulombs
of electrons: similarly as our solar wind blows electrons faster than heavier
protons, but on our sun, electron escape velocity is about 1 electron-volt, a
proton needing 18-hundred times that or 2-million degrees in the corona, and our
sun is positively charged to a hundred-50 coulombs: Its top layer of hydrogen
hovers like an electric comforter on a magnetic coil spring mattress of charge
flux loops, and asphericities giving rise to faculi of spontaneous positive
discharge flares: like whiskers on a sphere;- and the sun may actually be much
smaller and dirtier inside than we measure the photosphere.
But
I digressed
slightly, -astronomically slightly: following your, example-
A supernova core
temperature of 10-billion degrees in a radius of 15-hundred kilometers and
typical two solar masses, drives-away electrons faster than protons until it has
an excess of 3-hundred coulombs: And, altogether 4-million supernovae in the
main galactic hole, yield a billion, coulombs, positive charge.
- (stirs, taps keys)
PETER
- (taps his nose tip)
- That, might, account, for galactic dark-mass
tidally electrostatic
DANIEL
- (taps more keys)
- Second,- As for replenishing the charge
in
the hole
Nearby
- (adjusts tenor)
- They have more of these-- onscreen:
- (to Gwen)
- Gwen: Are you ready,- Gwen?
GWEN
- (rouses, nods yes)
- Ready for final deceleration phase and descent to Earth,- landing in
- (operates controls)
- 3-hundred hesits, or 11 minutes.
PETER
- Avoid these missiles absolutely
.
DANIEL
- (queries)
- Pete?
- (self-rejoins)
- Oh: Hardened-satellite penetrators!
- (more to Gwen)
- Gwen: Diamond-point uranium-spikes! Get us out of here, now! These are not,
your Christmas present!
GWEN
- (scrambling to control)
- This'll take us off-target.
DANIEL
- (agitates)
- Meaning
!?
GWEN
- We hit Earth somewhere else, and fast.
Ready for maximum evasive.
PETER
- Go ahead, Gwen: Burn-up this ship in the atmosphere: We can use the
emergency-escape pods.
- The Starship redirects, skating across the Earth face;
DANIEL
- (flash-ogles Peter)
- Escape, pods
!?
- (aggravates to Gwen)
- This, is, risky, Gwen!
GWEN
- (calms)
- It's a life.
- The oncoming missiles track them, lagging;-- then precursing their direction
changes, by smart adaptations
- Displays TARGET bright-red RETICULES on the nearest, and--
- (00:00 - One More Time/Real McCoy)
- Counter-PROJECTILES VOLLEY, tracing-away to intercept
- MISSILES EXPLODE;-- their STARSHIP VEERS roughly;
DANIEL
- (congratulates)
- We've got a second chance!
GWEN
- Beginning final deceleration phase and powered descent on first opportunity.
PETER
- I think you can begin now, Gwen: This starship can handle them;-- But a
cometary meteoric entrance may prove challenging.
- Missiles annihilated, their counter-volley ceases.
GWEN
- (controls)
- Decelerating to powered descent
.
- (--:-- -unto- drone)
- INT. COMMAND - LEVEL, RACING TO NEVADA DESERT - PREEVENING
- Decelerating straight down 10 mi. 30 sec.; Displays show geographic, and
WEAPONS ZOOM-TRACKING incoming targets
- Three F-22 JETFIGHTERS DIVE-IN FROM 2 MI.
fire MISSILES
- STARSHIP VOLLEYS-BACK;--
and
- F-22's and missiles EXPLODE HARMLESSLY far
DANIEL
- (somber)
- Takes them out like simple asteroids
PETER
- Antimatter nano-bullets, probably.
- (00:00 hum - I Ran -So Far Away-/A Flock Of Seagulls)
- SHIP HOLDS, barrage finished, GENTLY ROCKING
- (00:02 gulls)
PETER
- I don't think we want to stay up here.
- Ship slowly lowers, unsteadily
- Until it hovers heaving, 5 hundred meters above the hills;
- (00:15 hum louder)
GWEN
- It's not stable up here, Peter: We must land, Now.
PETER
- Get this ship down,- Gwen.
- Gwen commands the ship down to the ground.
- (00:24 hum high, sliding)
- It HITS ONCE HARD
and SHUDDERS from the earthquake.
- And tilts, slightly,- still a hundred meters high.
- (00:34 hum low, rising)
- They up and exit, Daniel slowest, looking back out; a cloud of DUST AND
BIRDS outside, waft-about;--
DANIEL
- (marvels at the view)
- This is one, tall, ship.
- (exits)
- (00:40 rhythm)
- EXT. DESERT - BASE OF STARSHIP - PREEVENING, DUSTY HAZE
- BLACK, landed tilted amid abandoned vehicles and litter.
- (00:53 drop-climbs)
- They exit in full arrival-wear at a hatch-door to a ledge;-
- Look out and down, pointing about
- (01:00 steel guitar)
- Sit on the edge, and--
- One-by-one slide-off,- dropping to the ground:-
- (01:05 twang)
- Peter mid-air
- (01:08 twang)
- Gwen mid-air
Peter catches her landing;
- (01:12 twang)
- Daniel mid-air
- All look back up as if Harry should have been next
- (01:16 big twang)
- Shake heads no, turning in memorial; and walk away.
- Each looks back at the UFO
-
and mutually, and BACK and UP at the UFO height
.
- (01:30 vocal)
- And BREAK TO FULL RUN: Its dark side is gigantic behind
-
50 m away, it might still roll over on them
-
trotting, 100 m away and it's still gigantic
- Walking; 3 mi. away the Starship is flat huge 100 m high 1 km long (12 deg.
span) black ground beyond rolling hills;
- (02:00 refrain)
- They're looking far about
hilly but empty
DANIEL
- (looking back)
- Ten million tons,-- easily.
- (a beat, resumes ahead)
- Which way do we go, Docs?
- Gwen leads onward; the hazy dust is settling finally
- (02:10 rhythm only)
- EXT. DESERT ROAD - FIVE MILES FROM STARSHIP - NOT HAZY
- A LARGE SEDAN moves on a road at great distance ahead-left, amid the
shimmery ground mirages
maybe approaching
GWEN
- There was a continuous stretch of road in this direction;-- I tried to put
us down not too far away.
DANIEL
- (points forward-left)
- That's something,-- moving,-- not just a mirage,
not too far
- (02:25 -soft- vocal)
PETER
- When we meet people, We tell them, We were camping, out in the desert, for
Spring Break, And got lost.
GWEN
- In these clothes
?
PETER
- We're
university researchers, testing new desert-wear, garments.
DANIEL
- Pull my leg again, Peter: We should have brought a bottle of champagne: like
smart, hot-air, balloonists.
GWEN
- I don't like champagne.
DANIEL
- Then
baseball trading cards: in case we meet suspicious citizens.
PETER
- We'll do alright: Keep the story simple:- Our vehicle broke down.
- Daniel leads a bit, giving him a silly cock-eyed glance
- (02:50 -soft- refrain)
- And arrives at an old dusty vacant road lined with litter and broken
purplish old-glass soda-bottles
All stop
DANIEL
- (arms to contra)
- Left, or right, Gwen?-
- (one leg to contra)
- East, or
- (hop-spins splayed)
-
west
!?
- (sways song low)
- We, take, the high road; or,
- (high)
- We, take, the low road
?
- (grins)
- Gwen leads on the shoulder toward the still-distant Sedan;
DANIEL
- (watches and follows)
- Not too talkative.
PETER
- Too dry: We didn't bring water.
- Daniel nods yes mouth-stilled
- (03:05 drumroll)
- The Sedan speeds around behind a hill
and yes, oncoming
DANIEL
- (habit-checks his watch)
- Right on, time.
- (looks-around)
- This'd better be the only road.
- (03:11 instrumental)
- They continue forward, waving
- It stops 20 yards shy
Senior citizens DRIVER and WIFE (classy handsome
white-haired) framed in the windshield.
- They stand-off facing.
- Driver leans out his window
- (03:36 -unto- vocal)
DRIVER
- (calls out)
- Y're going the wrong way, f'r the nearest town!
PETER
- (calls out back)
- Thank you!- Think we may get a ride!?
- Driver hesitates
pulls-in
speaks (MOS) with his Wife
- And leans-out again
DRIVER
- (calls out)
- You, Americans
?
DANIEL
- (low voice)
- We're spotted, heinous,-- speakin' spanners and cosmopolitan spacers.
PETER
- (calls back)
- Yes
!
DANIEL
- (shakes no a beat)
- Maybe we should tell them -Where-
PETER+GWEN+DANIEL
- (simultaneous call back)
- /Peter/ San Francisco
Berkeley
!
- /Gwen/ Santa Cruz
San Francisco
!
- /Daniel/ Boston
Cream pie
!
- They wait, --look mutually,--
DANIEL
- Not sure that's getting across.
- From the Driver's vantage, they sound space-alien:
PETER+GWEN+DANIEL
- (simultaneous loud)
- /Peter/ Penn-syl-va-nia
!
- /Gwen/ Cal-i-for-nia
!
- /Daniel/ Mas-sa-chu-setts
!
- Driver pulls-in uncertain
looks at his Wife
WIFE
- New Jersey
- The Sedan, INTO GEAR, creeps slowly forward to them
- And stops before them
Driver second-looks at Wife
DRIVER
- (out to them)
- You can ride in back; --not much room,-- but, it's not too far
- They come around
Open the right back door and CLIMB-IN:
DANIEL
- (entering)
- Thank you, Sir;--
- (to the Wife)
- Madam.
- INT. SEDAN, DESERT-LUXURY MODEL - (CONTINUOUS)
- There's faint RADIO-MUSIC playing;
GWEN
- (enters)
- Thank you very much, Sir; Madam.
- Peter enters
DRIVER
- Oh
!- A woman;-- I didn't see but three men out there.
PETER
- (shuts door)
- It's our clothes, Sir:- We're testing desert-gear outfits,- on university
contract
Our vehicle had trouble.
Thank you.
DRIVER
- (smiles but to Wife)
- Car run out of gas
?
PETER
- Something like that, Sir:- But we can't repair it till tomorrow.
- Daniel eyes him with mock suspicion. THE CAR LAYS RUBBER
WIFE
- What university are you boys, and girl, attending?
PETER
- Laboratory researchers, Ma'am;- We've already graduated-- with doctorates,-
P-h-D's.
WIFE
- Oh.
- (concedes)
- You have to find work where you can.
- 90 mph; Daniel looks back at receding black-trained hills;
PETER
- Yes, Ma'am.
WIFE
- Aren't you boys kind of young, to be doctors?
PETER
- It's my first year, as a doctor, Ma'am.
WIFE
- Oh.
DRIVER
- Mind if the Wife turns-up the radio?
DANIEL
- (rejoins forward)
- Sure! We like all kinds of music;-- classical jazz, pop rock, new-age opera
Comes with being doctors.
DRIVER
- We listen to the news: It's part of our continuing education curriculum.
- Daniel chagrin-winces; the Wife turns-up the radio-music;
DRIVER
- Did you hear about the U-F-O that landed out here: The Unidentifiable Flying
Object
?
WIFE
- Of course they didn't, Dear: Their car broke-down.
DRIVER
- (unto the Wife)
- Their radio runs on the battery. Or maybe they've seen it themselves.
- Peter et al look mutually, pensively
Shake no
DANIEL
- (quieter)
- Un-identifiable
No
.
- The music fades
RADIO-NEWS FANFARE interrupts:--
[RADIO]
- (brassy)
- We're your Royal Croooown Radio, K-R-double-U-N, at 98-point-1 on your
Digital Muselector,-- neh-Vah-dah!
- Fanfare ends
TELETYPE-CLATTER: News
Peter et al listen with increasingly
horrific awe; 2 miles ahead, an oncoming KRWN-TV/DM CAR, two rowdy laughing
riders, caps backward
[RADIO-DJ]
- This just in, at our T-V Newsdesk:
- (a beat, big news)
- The Pentagon has declared the Radar loss of three, squadrons, of F-22's over
Groom Lake, when they abruptly disappeared while chasing that U-FO reported
earlier.
The U-FO, has apparently also gone-down, amid hills near Area 51;-
That's U-FO country, kiddies. D.I.S. is sending an expert team to investigate:
They believe their squadrons contributed to the unscheduled descent, of this
U-FO.
Our reporters are nearing the scene, and will give us further details
inside, the kilohesit. Area 51 visitors are requested to remain outside, the
Army Operations Line,- on penalty of arrest. Our reporters have special Area 51
passes: Do not follow them into a prohibited zone.
- KRWN Car, PASSENGER swigging a can of soda, DRIVER BLOWING A PARTY FAVOR
haughty-noisy out the window
passes
.
[RADIO-DJ]
- (potentially related)
- Also just in, from our News-weather service: The National Oceanographic and
Atmospheric Administration, in Boulder, has put out a preliminary summary of the
immense intensity of world-wide flooding and F-6 tornado force winds two
kilohesits ago in Japan, Europe, and South America. They have pin-pointed its
global meteorological momentum anti-vector straight back to the moon.- This is
the same direction the U-FO came from,- but the N-O-A-A declines to draw any
conclusions; they have no explanation for mach-point-6 winds, and uphill rivers,
as, yet
. And, Locally, The Barstow Meteorological Office is reporting peak
barometric pressure, an ear-popping 2-thousand millimeters at the bari-center;
The University Medical Center at Reno, is reporting 3-thousand-and-9 cases of
diminished hearing; 5-hundred-25 cases of hyper-ventilation, -caused by
panic-breathing during the high-pressure moments;- And of those, 2-hundred-89,
cases of decompression-bends
. U-M-C-R's Dr. Moreau says, this would be
expected with extreme changes in atmospheric pressure but most cases should be
transitory in nature.
Also locally, Supermarkets are reporting dozens of
pallets of, crushed puffed wheat, wilted fruit, produce, broken thermoses,
crumpled soda-cans,
one box of prematurely popped popcorn
A big, mess.
And,
literally thousands of our Royal Croooown T-V viewers have called-in complaining
that their T-V picture-tubes are broken.
R-C-A Laboratory Chief-Engineer
Smithers says this is not, because of overpressure but because of the
suddenness, the tube twists; The majority of these cases the T-V sets still
receive sound.
- (reemphasizes)
- The total destruction world-wide is now ranked above 2-point-5-trillion
dollars,-- as we continue, our emergency, broadcast, efforts!
- Radio music resumes
[RADIO-DJ]
- (closing promotion)
- Stay tuned to Croown, for complete, 40-kilohesit coverage:- We're here, for
the duration!
DANIEL
- (awestruck groans low)
- We should have landed at the moon;- or at least slowed
!
PETER
- (groaning low)
- They gave us no choice; The energy had to dissipate somewhere,--
Two-hundred-gee's deceleration of ten megatons for ten minutes:- It must have
coupled into the atmosphere.
GWEN
- (low)
- That's why it hovered unstably,-- pushing alternately against moving airmass
and hard ground.
DRIVER
- (over-talks them)
- I hope the news is not too dull or boring for you two men, and woman.
PETER
- (unto the driver)
- No, no,-- Thank you: We were just discussing it: It's all, news, to us:
We've been without ordinary radio for a few days.
DANIEL
- (pleas, unto the driver)
- We, could, drink some water:- We walked miles across the desert.
DRIVER
- Sorry; It's in the trunk, and we're almost there; And, you're not dying of
thirst.
WIFE
- (insists)
- Now, Arthur: Be nice to our guest-passengers.
PETER
- It's okay, Ma'am: We'll wait.
- FADE TO:
- EXT. GWEN'S HOME - SANTA CRUZ CA - NOCTILUCENT DUSK
- A footlighted neighborhood; The moon is a fat west-crescent two hours past
the zenith.
- A Nevada TAXICAB arrives
- THE DRIVEWAY
- And disgorges, Gwen, Peter, Daniel, still in space-admiral arrival-wear,
DRIVER, checking seats and reshutting doors,
Gwen pays the fare, pocketing her
receipt and change--
GWEN
- Thank you.
CAB DRIVER
- (returns to car)
- Any time;- Best customers I've ever had;- Haven't been to California in two
years: Think I'll take tomorrow off, Swing down to Disneyland
The Space
Mountain Coaster was always a favorite "E" ride,-- Very ad-ult
!
- (in and drives away)
- A car passing nearside, slows: The DRIVER, -a Harry-double but distinctly
different hair coif, beard-shave, driving glasses, jewelry, watch, engagement
ring,- examines them
Pulls over and stops at the second-next house;
DANIEL
- (unto Peter)
- Ah-yuh;- And we should have taken a first-class business commuter-jet,- for
half the cost.
PETER
- Saved much entangling explanation to the U-F-O-curious public.
DANIEL
- Always feels better to expedite.
GWEN
- (joins up, smiling)
- You guys can pay me cash tomorrow.
PETER
- Yes, of course:- We'll stop at my bank, on the way to dinner.
- (offers smile)
GWEN
- (parries)
- Dressed like this
!?
PETER
- How about a fine restaurant?-
- (affected accent)
- Vee canna drift lik pensionera ahmirals om de Svedish Nahvy-flotta,-- Yah?!
GWEN
- (amused smile)
- People will recognize us in town, Peter.
DANIEL
- (grinning)
- I'll leave you-two to your dinner,- Thanks: I must prepare for class: T-A's
can't lecture forever;- Don't know why you won't accept a check
.
PETER
- Gwen's a little smarter about touching base, Dan.
DANIEL
- Okay.
DRIVER
- (stands, waves-calls)
- Hey, Dan! Want a ride back to campus!?
- (back-in on reply)
DANIEL
- (turning)
- Just in time.
- (calls to driver)
- Sure! Be right there!
- (to them)
- Thanks, again, Gwen: Got to go: My ride's here.
- (hurries up-street)
PETER
- Dinner,- Shall we? If you change, I change.
GWEN
- (concedes)
- Some place dark inside: Seafood, candles,- no champagne
.
- EXT./INT. CAR - (CO-CONTINUOUS)
- Daniel arrives, right-front door
Actuates the handle,--
- POV: Driver: In one motion, Daniel opens the door, enters left foot,
back-sits, pulls right foot and shuts the door;
DRIVER (POV)
- (loud)
- No joy-ride: Straight to campus: I'm running near-late for my colloquium:-
Want to come?
DANIEL
- (and turns-to)
- Thanks!
- (double-takes)
- Har-ry
?!
- (gawks awestruck)
- FREEZE THE MOMENT: POV: Daniel: It really is, Harry;
- SMALL TITLE:
- PROFESSORS' SPRING RETURNS
(The sequel)
- Title off; unfreeze,--
DRIVER:HARRY
- (plays his beat)
- What's the matter
?!- Been seeing too many U-FO-aliens in the desert?
- (a beat recants)
- Sorry:- I should have gone with you guys
Next time
- (sincere)
- I promise.
- He steers left, checking traffic, pulling for the street
- (00:00 - Heaven/Ronan Hardiman)
- FROM THE RIGHT WINDOW: Drives away
- FINAL CREDITS SCROLL, while the live-dusk scene holds . . .
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
- (--:-- music soars)
- High overhead A JET-TRAIL CROSSES
- THE MOON
and last credits and graphics.
- FADE OUT
- THE END.
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