Mike225
07-31-2006, 03:52 PM
Script for Construct #1
***Page One:
Panel 1: The panel is all black.
Construct's wife: You are so brave, my mate.
Panel 2: Still all black
Construct's wife: Our cycles together have been as unto a bright day on the misty shores of the crimson oceans.
Panel 3: Zooming out, we can see the edges of her mechanical socket beginning to form.
Construct's wife: I would not delete the memories from my mindrive for ultimate contentment and knowledge.
Panel 4: Her face is almost fully in view. There is some damage to her face, but mostly cosmetic (smoke damage on her paint job).
Construct, off-panel: No.
Construct 2, off-panel: We are binary.
***Page Two:
Panel 1: Construct is holding his wife as she continues to die. This should be a very moody scene, but with a bit of background provided by the fallen ship and the debris as a result.
Construct: I do not wish for your mindrive to abort.
Construct 2: We have many more cycles left to sit on the beaches of those crimson oceans.
Panel 2: Construct's wife reaches up and touches his face with the tips of her fingers. This is a gesture of endearment among this race of alien.
Construct's wife: No, we do not.
Construct's wife 2: I have been aborted and my senses are fading.
Panel 3: Close-up of Construct's eyes, as they are as sullen as they can be, since they cannot move.
Construct's wife, off-panel: Please do not let the termination process complete without speaking of endearment.
Panel 4: Construct holds his wife's head by the nape of her neck as he makes eye contact with her. She weakly looks back at him as he speaks to her.
Construct: The memories stored of our cycles will stay in my mindrive until I am chosen to join the Bright Light.
Construct 2: I honor and cherish you and the life we have had.
Panel 5: Construct's wife has her head back a bit, as her neck is losing the strength to support it.
Construct's wife: Yes, yes.
Construct's wife 2: We will be together within the warmth of the Bright Light.
Construct's wife 3: There, we can never be separated again.
***Page Three
Panel 1: Construct still supports his wife as he speaks with her. He is caressing her as he provides this support, as her systems are failing, one by one. He is looking into her eyes as he says this next line, and she is looking into his as she gives hers. Each of them means exactly what they are saying.
Construct: I wish to abort my own mindrive right now.
Construct's wife: No, my mate.
Construct's wife 2: Your lifehum is still strong and warm. You have been spared for a reason. It is not for us to say when we move on.
Panel 2: Construct and his wife are face-to-face in this close-up panel. He wishes he could be closer still than he is. If he could, he would be inside her at this point, because he wishes he could heal the pain. His and hers.
Construct: But...what will I do? You are the reason for me.
Construct's wife: You are an Observer, beloved.
Construct's wife 2: You will observe.
Panel 3: Construct hugs his wife to his chest while he rests his head on her crown. Again, this is a moody scene.
Construct: I wish to upload your personality specifications to my mindrive, so that we may communicate further.
Construct's wife: But that would not be me. That would only be an echo. This would change you, as well.
Construct's wife 2: You would not be the being I feel attachment toward when we reunite. In a sense, you would cease-to-be.
Panel 4: Close-up of Construct's face. He's forlorn, but his face is still stoic.
Construct: I cannot accept being unitary again.
Panel 5: Close-up of his mate as the light drains from her eyes. These are her last words.
Construct's wife, weakly: You must...
Panel 6: Shot of Construct holding his mate. She is lifeless, her limbs no longer have strength in them. His face is pointed up and his mouth is open as he gives in to emotion.
***Page Four:
Panel 1: Construct standing, still holding his mate.
Construct: I am sorry, my mate. I cannot let you go.
Panel 2: Same.
Construct: I will stay here and not move, until I am ferried away to the Bright Light.
Panel 3: He looks down at his wife. Her limbs are still limp and relaxed.
Construct's wife, caption: You will observe...
Panel 4: Construct sets his wife down on floor (technically speaking, the side) of the ship.
Construct: Of course. You are correct.
Construct 2: I will honor and cherish your memory by continuing.
Panel 5: Construct reacts to a slight pounding on the outer hull. The ship is thick, so the sound of a rifle butt against the hull is less impacting.
SFX: bang bang bang
***Page Five
Panel 1: Construct is at a switch on the wall marked with alien script. There is a handle, which he is reaching for.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 2: Construct pulls the switch.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 3: Construct reacts as nothing happens.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 4: Construct begins punching the wall of the ship. Each time, the wall rends a bit more. Normally, he would use his laser-vision or find another door, but he needs to wok out some agression.
SFX: THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
Panel 5: From outside, a crack forms in the ship's hull.
Panel 6: Two hands reach out and grab the sides of the crack. Lingering inside is a pair of red eyes, glowing and scary in the darkness.
***Page Six
Panel 1: The crack widens.
SFX: Screeeeeetch!
Panel 2: Construct steps out of the ship, as the hole is now big enough to barely pass through. In the foreground, Thomas McCready is looking on as he escapes the ship.
Panel 3: Construct reaches down and scoops up some sand.
Panel 4: He watches as the sand passes through his fingers.
Panel 5: Construct looks over to see a figure watching him. Thomas has just about dirtied his pants and he has a tight grip on his rifle.
Thomas: ARE. YOU. OKAY?
Panel 6: Construct-vision as Thomas is being scanned. The scans reveal that he is entirely organic.
***Page Seven:
Panel 1: Construct is face-to-face with Thomas.
Construct, in alien script: Primitive.
Thomas: I. CAN. HELP. YOU.
Panel 2: Construct looks away from Thomas, because he can't understand him. Construct is speaking out loud, and Thomas is reacting to this.
Construct, in alien script: What an unusual language...
Thomas: Mister, you sound like a test pattern.
Thomas 2: I don't understand nothing you're saying.
Panel 3: Construct grabs Thomas by the shoulder with one hand and throws the rifle away with the other.
Construct, in alien script: Speak.
Panel 4: From Construct's (who is taller than Thomas, so Thomas is looking up) point of view, Thomas does nothing.
Panel 5: Close-up of Construct's face, who opens his mouth and flips his hand out in front of his mouth, as described in the text.
Construct, in alien script: Speak.
Panel 6: Again, from Construct's perspective, looking down at Thomas. Thomas is looking off to the side, but he is speaking.
Thomas: You want me to talk?
Thomas 2: Okay...
Thomas 3: My name is Thomas McCready and I'm a bit scared. I have no idea why I'm talking to you out here. It's cold, and I'm pretty sure this is a dream I'm having. You're on Earth, now...you just fell from the sky.
Construct's system, in alien script: Searching...
***Page Eight
Panel 1: Close-up of Construct's face. He's found a file with a language similar to English in his mindrive. (maybe a sound effect indicating that he is processing a search as he looks for the file?)
Construct, in alien script: Run translator program.
Construct 2: Do you understand me?
Panel 2: Thomas, taken aback that the alien now speaks English.
Thomas: ...
Thomas 2: Yes...
Panel 3: Construct grabs Thomas by the shoulders, now that he can properly communicate.
Construct: Is this the preferred dialect of...Earth?
Thomas: Yes. Well, this country, anyway.
Thomas 2: What are you?
Panel 4: Construct still has Thomas by the shoulders. Poor Thomas is too scared to move.
Construct: I am an Observer from another galaxy. My brethren and I were on our way through your system when we crashed here.
Construct 2: I believe our flight was sabotaged, and there is one missing from the wreckage. Have you seen anyone that looks like me?
Panel 5: Construct putting his thumb and forefinger to his jaw. He folds his other hand into the crook of that elbow as he ponders the answers he receives.
Thomas: No.
Construct: Where are your forces located? Armies? I wish to speak with them about my plight.
Thomas 2: I wouldn't worry about that. With the crash you just made, someone's on the way. You can bet on that. I'm here first, but that's only cause I live nearby.
Panel 6: Construct looking around Thomas' head as he scans the horizon.
Construct: Thomas...
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By all means, criticize.
Oh, and the first four pages of this can be found in the sequentials area. I'm writing and drawing, and this should be on sale by Fall.
***Page One:
Panel 1: The panel is all black.
Construct's wife: You are so brave, my mate.
Panel 2: Still all black
Construct's wife: Our cycles together have been as unto a bright day on the misty shores of the crimson oceans.
Panel 3: Zooming out, we can see the edges of her mechanical socket beginning to form.
Construct's wife: I would not delete the memories from my mindrive for ultimate contentment and knowledge.
Panel 4: Her face is almost fully in view. There is some damage to her face, but mostly cosmetic (smoke damage on her paint job).
Construct, off-panel: No.
Construct 2, off-panel: We are binary.
***Page Two:
Panel 1: Construct is holding his wife as she continues to die. This should be a very moody scene, but with a bit of background provided by the fallen ship and the debris as a result.
Construct: I do not wish for your mindrive to abort.
Construct 2: We have many more cycles left to sit on the beaches of those crimson oceans.
Panel 2: Construct's wife reaches up and touches his face with the tips of her fingers. This is a gesture of endearment among this race of alien.
Construct's wife: No, we do not.
Construct's wife 2: I have been aborted and my senses are fading.
Panel 3: Close-up of Construct's eyes, as they are as sullen as they can be, since they cannot move.
Construct's wife, off-panel: Please do not let the termination process complete without speaking of endearment.
Panel 4: Construct holds his wife's head by the nape of her neck as he makes eye contact with her. She weakly looks back at him as he speaks to her.
Construct: The memories stored of our cycles will stay in my mindrive until I am chosen to join the Bright Light.
Construct 2: I honor and cherish you and the life we have had.
Panel 5: Construct's wife has her head back a bit, as her neck is losing the strength to support it.
Construct's wife: Yes, yes.
Construct's wife 2: We will be together within the warmth of the Bright Light.
Construct's wife 3: There, we can never be separated again.
***Page Three
Panel 1: Construct still supports his wife as he speaks with her. He is caressing her as he provides this support, as her systems are failing, one by one. He is looking into her eyes as he says this next line, and she is looking into his as she gives hers. Each of them means exactly what they are saying.
Construct: I wish to abort my own mindrive right now.
Construct's wife: No, my mate.
Construct's wife 2: Your lifehum is still strong and warm. You have been spared for a reason. It is not for us to say when we move on.
Panel 2: Construct and his wife are face-to-face in this close-up panel. He wishes he could be closer still than he is. If he could, he would be inside her at this point, because he wishes he could heal the pain. His and hers.
Construct: But...what will I do? You are the reason for me.
Construct's wife: You are an Observer, beloved.
Construct's wife 2: You will observe.
Panel 3: Construct hugs his wife to his chest while he rests his head on her crown. Again, this is a moody scene.
Construct: I wish to upload your personality specifications to my mindrive, so that we may communicate further.
Construct's wife: But that would not be me. That would only be an echo. This would change you, as well.
Construct's wife 2: You would not be the being I feel attachment toward when we reunite. In a sense, you would cease-to-be.
Panel 4: Close-up of Construct's face. He's forlorn, but his face is still stoic.
Construct: I cannot accept being unitary again.
Panel 5: Close-up of his mate as the light drains from her eyes. These are her last words.
Construct's wife, weakly: You must...
Panel 6: Shot of Construct holding his mate. She is lifeless, her limbs no longer have strength in them. His face is pointed up and his mouth is open as he gives in to emotion.
***Page Four:
Panel 1: Construct standing, still holding his mate.
Construct: I am sorry, my mate. I cannot let you go.
Panel 2: Same.
Construct: I will stay here and not move, until I am ferried away to the Bright Light.
Panel 3: He looks down at his wife. Her limbs are still limp and relaxed.
Construct's wife, caption: You will observe...
Panel 4: Construct sets his wife down on floor (technically speaking, the side) of the ship.
Construct: Of course. You are correct.
Construct 2: I will honor and cherish your memory by continuing.
Panel 5: Construct reacts to a slight pounding on the outer hull. The ship is thick, so the sound of a rifle butt against the hull is less impacting.
SFX: bang bang bang
***Page Five
Panel 1: Construct is at a switch on the wall marked with alien script. There is a handle, which he is reaching for.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 2: Construct pulls the switch.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 3: Construct reacts as nothing happens.
SFX: bang bang bang
Panel 4: Construct begins punching the wall of the ship. Each time, the wall rends a bit more. Normally, he would use his laser-vision or find another door, but he needs to wok out some agression.
SFX: THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
Panel 5: From outside, a crack forms in the ship's hull.
Panel 6: Two hands reach out and grab the sides of the crack. Lingering inside is a pair of red eyes, glowing and scary in the darkness.
***Page Six
Panel 1: The crack widens.
SFX: Screeeeeetch!
Panel 2: Construct steps out of the ship, as the hole is now big enough to barely pass through. In the foreground, Thomas McCready is looking on as he escapes the ship.
Panel 3: Construct reaches down and scoops up some sand.
Panel 4: He watches as the sand passes through his fingers.
Panel 5: Construct looks over to see a figure watching him. Thomas has just about dirtied his pants and he has a tight grip on his rifle.
Thomas: ARE. YOU. OKAY?
Panel 6: Construct-vision as Thomas is being scanned. The scans reveal that he is entirely organic.
***Page Seven:
Panel 1: Construct is face-to-face with Thomas.
Construct, in alien script: Primitive.
Thomas: I. CAN. HELP. YOU.
Panel 2: Construct looks away from Thomas, because he can't understand him. Construct is speaking out loud, and Thomas is reacting to this.
Construct, in alien script: What an unusual language...
Thomas: Mister, you sound like a test pattern.
Thomas 2: I don't understand nothing you're saying.
Panel 3: Construct grabs Thomas by the shoulder with one hand and throws the rifle away with the other.
Construct, in alien script: Speak.
Panel 4: From Construct's (who is taller than Thomas, so Thomas is looking up) point of view, Thomas does nothing.
Panel 5: Close-up of Construct's face, who opens his mouth and flips his hand out in front of his mouth, as described in the text.
Construct, in alien script: Speak.
Panel 6: Again, from Construct's perspective, looking down at Thomas. Thomas is looking off to the side, but he is speaking.
Thomas: You want me to talk?
Thomas 2: Okay...
Thomas 3: My name is Thomas McCready and I'm a bit scared. I have no idea why I'm talking to you out here. It's cold, and I'm pretty sure this is a dream I'm having. You're on Earth, now...you just fell from the sky.
Construct's system, in alien script: Searching...
***Page Eight
Panel 1: Close-up of Construct's face. He's found a file with a language similar to English in his mindrive. (maybe a sound effect indicating that he is processing a search as he looks for the file?)
Construct, in alien script: Run translator program.
Construct 2: Do you understand me?
Panel 2: Thomas, taken aback that the alien now speaks English.
Thomas: ...
Thomas 2: Yes...
Panel 3: Construct grabs Thomas by the shoulders, now that he can properly communicate.
Construct: Is this the preferred dialect of...Earth?
Thomas: Yes. Well, this country, anyway.
Thomas 2: What are you?
Panel 4: Construct still has Thomas by the shoulders. Poor Thomas is too scared to move.
Construct: I am an Observer from another galaxy. My brethren and I were on our way through your system when we crashed here.
Construct 2: I believe our flight was sabotaged, and there is one missing from the wreckage. Have you seen anyone that looks like me?
Panel 5: Construct putting his thumb and forefinger to his jaw. He folds his other hand into the crook of that elbow as he ponders the answers he receives.
Thomas: No.
Construct: Where are your forces located? Armies? I wish to speak with them about my plight.
Thomas 2: I wouldn't worry about that. With the crash you just made, someone's on the way. You can bet on that. I'm here first, but that's only cause I live nearby.
Panel 6: Construct looking around Thomas' head as he scans the horizon.
Construct: Thomas...
-----
By all means, criticize.
Oh, and the first four pages of this can be found in the sequentials area. I'm writing and drawing, and this should be on sale by Fall.