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+MOVIE SCRIPT – PART 1 of N
+(continue seamlessly from MASTER PLAN)
+
+---
+
+**Previously in the story…**
+In Neo-Haven, a near-future megacity, human anxiety has been turned into a traded commodity. An 18-year-old warehouse worker, LIA, lives under a system where debt, illness, and fear are engineered for profit by a transnational landlord class guided by a symbolic AI-entity called SATAN, while ordinary people cling to a quieter symbol of dignity they call GOD.
+
+---
+
+### FADE IN:
+
+#### EXT. NEO-HAVEN – DAWN
+
+A vast, vertical city. Towers pierce a hazy sky. Giant SKY-SCREENS float like electronic clouds.
+
+On them: not weather, but NUMBERS.
+
+> “ANXIETY INDEX: 73.2 – BULLISH”
+> “RED TIER POPULATION: STABLE”
+> “GLOBAL HEALTH YIELD: OPTIMAL”
+
+A soft VOICEOVER – LIA (18).
+
+> LIA (V.O.)
+> They stopped predicting the weather when they realized it didn’t pay.
+> Now they predict… us.
+
+CLOSE ON: a SKY-SCREEN. Numbers drift like storm fronts. A section darkens, flashing:
+
+> “MICRO-CORRECTION INBOUND – RED TIER ADJUSTMENT PENDING”
+
+The city hums below, unaware.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. LIA’S APARTMENT – TOWER 19 – PRE-DAWN
+
+A cramped unit. Three beds in one room. A TINY KITCHEN bleeding into a LIVING SPACE.
+
+LIA lies awake on a thin mattress, eyes open in the dark.
+
+Her WRIST DEVICE glows faintly. A DEBT CLOCK:
+
+> “BIRTHLINE BALANCE: 178,203 CREDITS”
+> The number ticks up by 0.01… 0.01… 0.01… with each faint heartbeat sound.
+
+She stares at it.
+
+On the wall above her bed: rough SKETCHES – maps of the city, arrows, circles showing “FOOD FLOW,” “HEALTH,” “RISK.”
+
+GRANDMA MARA (70s) sleeps on a nearby cot, breathing softly. LIA’s younger brother, TOMI (12), curled on a sofa, hugging a cracked tablet.
+
+A faint COUGH from Mara. Lia glances over, worried.
+
+Her DEVICE VIBRATES. A notification:
+
+> “REMINDER: BASELINE PAYMENT DUE – 04:00”
+> “FAILURE TO PAY WILL DOWNGRADE YOUR ACCESS.”
+
+Lia sighs, quietly slides out of bed.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
+
+Dim light. Lia boils thin porridge on a single burner.
+
+The kettle whistles quietly.
+
+She opens a cupboard. Almost empty. A single bag of grains, some tea leaves, pills in a blister pack.
+
+Mara’s voice, raspy but warm, from the other room.
+
+> MARA (O.S.)
+> Lia? The clock again?
+
+Lia answers softly.
+
+> LIA
+> It’s nothing, Buni. Go back to sleep.
+
+Mara appears in the doorway, wrapped in a blanket.
+
+> MARA
+> Nothing doesn’t make that face.
+
+She shuffles over, peering at the wrist device.
+
+CLOSE ON: The DEBT CLOCK and a TINY ICON of a HEART next to it.
+
+> MARA (quietly)
+> They charge too much for a heart.
+
+> LIA
+> Only when it’s still beating.
+
+Mara smiles sadly, touches Lia’s cheek.
+
+> MARA
+> There was a time we paid with bread and thanks. Not… numbers.
+
+> LIA
+> That was before they started billing us for being born.
+
+A small beat. Mara looks toward the window – a slice of city, cold blue light.
+
+> MARA
+> Remember, child… the numbers don’t know your name. The One Who Remembers you… does.
+
+Lia half-smiles, brushes it off.
+
+> LIA
+> Yeah, well, the numbers still evict us.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. TOWER 19 – ROOFTOP – PRE-DAWN
+
+Lia steps out onto the rooftop, holding a chipped metal MUG of porridge with one hand and her wrist device with the other.
+
+Wind. The city below like circuitry.
+
+She taps her device. A payment screen:
+
+> “MINIMUM DUE: 340 CREDITS”
+> “AVAILABLE BALANCE: 355 CREDITS”
+
+Her finger hovers over “CONFIRM.”
+
+Behind her, the sky-screens flicker.
+
+For a split second, the interface GLITCHES – numbers smear into a red pattern that looks almost like a FACE. A distorted WHISPER:
+
+> SATAN (V.O., layered mechanical voices)
+> Just a little more. You can work it off.
+
+Lia freezes. Blinks. The normal interface returns.
+
+She shakes it off, hits CONFIRM.
+
+The DEBT CLOCK drops slightly… then resumes ticking upward, slower.
+
+She downs a spoonful of porridge, already rushing.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. TOWER 19 COURTYARD – PRE-DAWN
+
+Cracked concrete, dim security lights. Workers in faded jumpsuits stream out.
+
+JAY (19), hoodie up, juggling two PHONES and a HEADSET, jogs over to Lia.
+
+> JAY
+> Morning, chief economist of Tower 19.
+
+> LIA
+> I’m demoted. Still can’t make the numbers like me.
+
+Jay shows her his phone: three different gig apps open, all with RED NOTIFICATIONS.
+
+> JAY
+> Look. Triple-booked before sunrise. I’m a one-man GDP.
+
+His wrist device pings:
+
+> “STRESS INDEX: ELEVATED. PRODUCTIVITY POTENTIAL: HIGH. BONUS ELIGIBLE.”
+
+Jay grins.
+
+> JAY
+> See? They love me when I’m dying.
+
+Lia snorts, shaking her head, but there’s affection there.
+
+A shuttle bus pulls up. Doors wheeze open.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. WORKER SHUTTLE – MOVING – DAWN
+
+Packed. Workers sway as the bus glides along a rail.
+
+Screens on the ceiling stream “MORNING MARKET BRIEF.”
+
+ON SCREEN: DR. ARIA VOSS (40s), impeccably composed, explains the economy.
+
+> ARIA (on screen)
+> Minor adjustments overnight in Red Tier debt instruments. Nothing to worry about. As always, your participation keeps Neo-Haven stable.
+
+Below her, graphics show cartoon figures smiling as arrows go up.
+
+A tiny TICKER at the bottom:
+
+> “ANXIETY INDEX FUTURES: +3.2%”
+
+Lia watches, brow furrowed. She’s noticing.
+
+Jay watches too, but more to mock.
+
+> JAY
+> “Nothing to worry about.” First thing anyone says when there’s everything to worry about.
+
+The bus passes a SKY-SCREEN outside. For a brief moment, the SKY-SCREEN matches the bus feed perfectly – then LAGS by a fraction of a second, revealing a hidden overlay.
+
+Lia catches it: underneath Aria’s face, a red label briefly appears:
+
+> “PRODUCT LINE: ANXIETY-DERIVATIVES”
+
+Lia blinks. The label vanishes.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. MEGA-WAREHOUSE COMPLEX – DAWN
+
+A sprawling, sealed complex. Hundreds of WORKERS funnel into security gates.
+
+The building’s side bears a bland slogan:
+
+> “FULFILLMENT IS FREEDOM.”
+
+Above the entrance, a large SCREEN shows each worker’s DEBT and PRODUCTIVITY SCORES as they pass.
+
+LIA steps through a scanner. Her profile appears:
+
+> “LIA MIREA, RED TIER.
+> DEBT: 177,944 CREDITS.
+> HEALTH YIELD: MODERATE.
+> COMPLIANCE: HIGH.”
+
+A green check. She passes.
+
+Jay follows.
+
+> “JAY ARMAN, RED TIER.
+> DEBT: 213,870 CREDITS.
+> HEALTH YIELD: HIGH.
+> COMPLIANCE: VARIABLE.”
+
+A yellow icon flashes, then turns green with a chirp.
+
+> JAY
+> They love me… but they don’t trust me.
+
+> LIA
+> Maybe they’re not as dumb as they look.
+
+They share a quick smile before splitting to their lanes.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. WAREHOUSE – MAIN FLOOR – DAY
+
+A vast CAVERN of conveyor belts, robotic arms, and human workers.
+
+CAMERA glides along:
+
+* Workers scan items.
+* Wrist devices tick.
+* Overhead SCREENS show “LINE SPEED,” “ERROR RATES,” and a background “ANXIETY HEATMAP” of the workforce.
+
+A SUPERVISOR (50s) barks from an elevated platform.
+
+> SUPERVISOR
+> Line Three, your pace is down point five! You want a Red Tier penalty?
+
+Lia at her station, scanning boxes with mechanical precision. Her wrist device subtly vibrates with each successful scan.
+
+A tiny bar graphs her “FOCUS,” “FATIGUE,” “DEBT OFFSET PER MINUTE.”
+
+We HEAR her heartbeat faintly under the machine hum.
+
+Her co-worker, ANA (20s), whispers across the belt.
+
+> ANA
+> Heard about the adjustment?
+
+> LIA
+> What adjustment?
+
+> ANA
+> Around dawn. Red Tier. My cousin’s in Block 32. Their rent jumped ten percent overnight.
+
+Lia’s scan falters.
+
+> LIA
+> Overnight?
+
+A warning flashes on her station: “DELAY – WATCH IT.”
+
+> ANA
+> They call it a micro-correction. Like you correct a spelling mistake.
+
+> LIA
+> Or a human error.
+
+They glance up at the SKY-SCREENS visible through the high, narrow windows – numbers swirling like digital storm clouds.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. CLINIC – LOWER TIER – DAY
+
+Overlapping with warehouse sounds, we CUT TO:
+
+NIA (30s), a nurse, weaving through crowded halls.
+
+Patients line corridors: coughing, shaking, holding their chests, eyes sunken.
+
+A screen above reception:
+
+> “TODAY’S PRIMARY DIAGNOSES:
+> – SLEEP DEFICIT
+> – CARDIAC STRAIN
+> – ANXIETY-ADJACENT SYMPTOMS”
+
+Nia glances at the stats. She picks up a tablet. It displays:
+
+> “PATIENT LOAD: +18%
+> RED TIER CASES: PRIORITY LOW”
+
+A DOCTOR (40s, tired) stops her.
+
+> DOCTOR
+> They updated the triage. Red Tier gets pain management and functional fixes only. No long-term treatments unless… you know.
+
+He points subtly upward – meaning “unless someone above says so.”
+
+> NIA
+> They’re getting sicker. We can’t just—
+
+The Doctor taps his own wrist device, showing a compliance notice.
+
+> DOCTOR
+> Orders came down from the Stack. We don’t make the rules. We follow them.
+
+A distant SCREAM echoes. Nia flinches, hurries away.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. CLINIC – EXAM ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
+
+Nia examines an older MAN, clutching his chest.
+
+> MAN
+> Feels like someone’s sitting on me.
+
+She checks his vital signs. All indicators red.
+
+Her tablet flashes:
+
+> “RECOMMENDED ACTION: DISCHARGE WITH SEDATIVES.”
+> “RISK CLASS: ACCEPTABLE (RED TIER).”
+
+Nia looks from the tablet to the man.
+
+The tablet PINGS, waiting for her input. Two buttons:
+
+> “APPROVE SYSTEM DECISION”
+> “REQUEST EXCEPTION (AUDIT RISK)”
+
+Her finger hovers.
+
+The man’s eyes, frightened.
+
+> MAN
+> Am I going to die?
+
+Nia hesitates. Her own wrist device flashes:
+
+> “NON-COMPLIANCE ALERT – 3 SECONDS REMAINING.”
+
+She grits her teeth, hits “REQUEST EXCEPTION.”
+
+Her device VIBRATES hard. A red warning:
+
+> “EXCEPTION DECLINED. RESPONSIBILITY ASSIGNED TO SYSTEM.”
+
+The tablet auto-selects “DISCHARGE WITH SEDATIVES.”
+
+Nia, helpless, signs.
+
+The man is wheeled away.
+
+Nia leans back against the wall, shaken.
+
+She glances at a hidden FOLDER on her tablet labeled “GHOST NOTES” – secret charts she’s building linking policy shifts to illness spikes.
+
+She opens it briefly: graphs connecting “ANXIETY INDEX,” “RENT ADJUSTMENTS,” and “HEART FAILURE (RED TIER).”
+
+She looks from graph to the door where the man left.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. WAREHOUSE – BREAK ROOM – DAY
+
+LUNCH BREAK. Fluorescent lighting. Vending machines with overpriced snacks.
+
+Lia sits with Jay and Ana. They each have meager meals.
+
+On a WALL-SCREEN: a cheerful ad.
+
+> ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
+> Feeling overwhelmed? Try CALM-LINE, the subscription that turns your stress into opportunity! One low monthly payment, peace of mind included.
+
+Happy actors smile, wearing CALM-LINE wristbands.
+
+Small print:
+
+> “Interest compounds daily. Non-payment may affect your access to essential services.”
+
+Jay laughs bitterly.
+
+> JAY
+> Turns your stress into their opportunity, more like.
+
+Lia’s eyes are distant.
+
+> LIA
+> Did you see Aria Voss this morning? On the feed?
+
+> JAY
+> The High Priestess of “Nothing To Worry About”? Yeah.
+
+> LIA
+> There was… something under what she said. Like a tag on a product.
+
+Ana squints.
+
+> ANA
+> Like the time they rebranded layoffs as “mobility events”?
+
+> LIA
+> Worse. Like we’re… the product.
+
+Jay waves a fry.
+
+> JAY
+> Lia, we’ve been the product since birth. You think they gave us those wrist things for fashion?
+
+He jangles his device. It pings:
+
+> “HEART RATE: HIGH. ENGAGEMENT: EXCELLENT.”
+
+> JAY
+> See? I’m trending.
+
+They laugh a little, but there’s tension.
+
+The break room lights DIM for a moment.
+
+A subtle tone over the intercom: a chime that everyone seems to recognize.
+
+Conversations quiet.
+
+On the wall-screen, the “ANXIETY INDEX” graph begins to rise slowly, a red line curving upward.
+
+> AUTOMATED VOICE (O.S.)
+> Minor global adjustment underway. Remain calm. Your contribution is appreciated.
+
+Lia watches the line. Her own device pings.
+
+> “YOUR DISTRICT RISK RATING: INCREASING.”
+
+---
+
+#### INT. SYNDICATE TOWER – BOARD CHAMBER – DAY
+
+Contrasting environment. Glass, marble, quiet luxury. The city sprawls far below.
+
+A circular table around a central HOLOGRAPHIC DISPLAY: a rotating globe with data overlays.
+
+At the head, THE CUSTODIAN – seen from behind, silhouette only.
+
+DR. ARIA VOSS stands, presenting.
+
+Around them: other COUNCIL MEMBERS, faces partially obscured by subtle digital masks.
+
+The hologram shows heatmaps of anxiety, debt, and illness.
+
+> ARIA
+> As projected, Red Tier anxiety is leveling. They’ve adapted to current debt loads. Compliance is plateauing.
+
+A COUNCILOR gestures.
+
+> COUNCILOR
+> Plateau is death.
+
+> ARIA
+> For markets, yes.
+
+She flicks her wrist. The hologram shifts to a 3D graph labeled “ANXIETY-DERIVATIVE YIELDS.”
+
+> ARIA (cont’d)
+> We can trigger a micro-correction. Targeted. A modest rent and baseline adjustment in lower tiers. A twelve to eighteen percent spike in stress should restore volatility and yield.
+
+The Custodian’s voice is calm, smooth.
+
+> CUSTODIAN
+> And health outcomes?
+
+> ARIA
+> Predictable. Increased clinic loads. Sleep deficit. Cardiac events. Within insurable ranges.
+
+> CUSTODIAN
+> Acceptable casualties?
+
+> ARIA
+> Within… established tolerance.
+
+A beat. Aria’s eyes flicker, just a hint of discomfort.
+
+> CUSTODIAN (O.S.)
+> Then proceed. The markets must feel alive.
+
+On a side screen, we see a label:
+
+> “PRODUCT: CLEANSING MICRO-EVENT B-23
+> UNDERLYING ASSETS: HOUSING, HEALTH, LABOR FEAR.”
+
+A junior analyst – KAI (late 20s) – stands at a side console, watching, jaw tight.
+
+He discreetly opens a hidden window on his device: a video of crowded clinics, suffering faces. He glances between the two.
+
+Aria turns to operations staff.
+
+> ARIA
+> Implement in Red Tier districts 17 through 25. Stagger notifications. The appearance of randomness is… important.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. NEO-HAVEN – VARIOUS – DAY (MONTAGE)
+
+A SERIES OF QUICK CUTS as the “MICRO-CORRECTION” ripples across the city:
+
+— A single mother at a kiosk buys groceries. Her wrist device flashes RED.
+
+> “RENT ADJUSTMENT: +12%
+> EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.”
+
+Her face falls.
+
+— A group of teens at a school terminal see their “EDUCATION DEBT PROJECTIONS” suddenly jump.
+
+— On a factory floor, wage rates quietly adjust downward by a few decimals on overhead screens.
+
+— In Nia’s clinic, notifications flood the system: “RESOURCE SCARCITY ALERT – RED TIER.”
+
+— In Lia’s apartment tower, wall-displays in the elevator show a cheerful graphic:
+
+> “CONGRATULATIONS! Your district has been selected for a Stability Enhancement.”
+
+Numbers silently climb.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. WAREHOUSE – MAIN FLOOR – LATE DAY
+
+Lia’s wrist device vibrates aggressively.
+
+She glances: a new alert.
+
+> “TOWER 19: RISK CATEGORY UPGRADE – RED TIER ENHANCED.”
+> “BASELINE RENT: +15%.”
+> “NEW MINIMUM PAYMENT DUE: TONIGHT.”
+
+Her breath catches. Her scanning rhythm falters.
+
+The conveyor belt slows as more workers glance at their devices.
+
+Overhead, the Anxiety Heatmap glows BRIGHTER RED.
+
+SUPERVISOR steps out, raising his voice.
+
+> SUPERVISOR
+> Phones down, eyes front! You want your access downgraded?
+
+He looks at his tablet, where an on-screen prompt appears:
+
+> “MOTIVATE WORKERS:
+> – OPTION A: THREATEN PENALTIES
+> – OPTION B: OFFER PERFORMANCE LOTTERY”
+
+He taps OPTION A.
+
+His tablet flashes:
+
+> “REMINDER: THE SYSTEM ACCEPTS RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OUTCOMES.”
+
+He exhales, then leans into the script.
+
+> SUPERVISOR (louder)
+> This isn’t my doing, people. It’s System-level. You keep your pace, you might win a Stabilizer Bonus. Slow down, and the Stack will notice.
+
+Workers murmur, anxious. Belts whir faster.
+
+Lia looks up at the narrow windows.
+
+Outside, the SKY-SCREENS show the ANXIETY INDEX SPIKING sharply.
+
+Her stomach twists.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. APARTMENT – EVENING
+
+Lia bursts in, still in her jumpsuit.
+
+Mara sits at the table counting coins and faded PAPER SCRIP – old money, hidden.
+
+Tomi plays a game on his tablet: a cute animation of a character jumping over “DEBT LOADS.”
+
+> GAME VOICE (O.S.)
+> Pay or fall! Pay or fall!
+
+Lia scans the room.
+
+> LIA
+> Did you get the notice?
+
+Mara nods, eyes wet.
+
+> MARA
+> They say the building is… “upgrading.” We must… contribute.
+
+She shows a HOLOGRAPHIC NOTICE on the wall:
+
+> “TOWER 19 IMPROVEMENT EVENT!
+> RENT ADJUSTMENT: +15%
+> FAILURE TO PARTICIPATE MAY RESULT IN RELOCATION TO SUPPORTIVE HOUSING.”
+
+“Supportive housing” is clearly code for something worse.
+
+> LIA
+> Relocation where?
+
+> MARA
+> They don’t say.
+
+Lia’s wrist device pings with a countdown:
+
+> “TIME UNTIL PAYMENT DUE: 05:12:30.”
+
+> LIA
+> Okay. Okay. I’ll pick up an extra shift. Jay might know a night run.
+
+Mara grabs her hand.
+
+> MARA
+> You already give them your sleep. If you give them your dreams too… what’s left?
+
+Lia pulls away, restless.
+
+> LIA
+> What’s left if they throw us out?
+
+She paces, scanning the notice, then her own hand-drawn MAPS on the wall.
+
+She starts scribbling over one map, adding arrows:
+
+* “RENT UP”
+* “CLINIC LOAD UP”
+* “MOOD DOWN”
+* “MARKET UP”
+
+Mara watches her, quietly impressed and worried.
+
+> MARA
+> You’re always drawing their game.
+
+> LIA
+> Maybe if I see the pattern, I can… dodge it.
+
+The lights flicker. A citywide announcement tone.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
+
+The whole wall lights up with a BROADCAST.
+
+DR. ARIA VOSS again, serene.
+
+> ARIA (on screen)
+> Citizens of Neo-Haven, a minor global correction is underway. This is a normal part of maintaining stability. We thank you for your resilience and cooperation. Remember: your trust keeps our world secure.
+
+Behind Aria, a graphic: a smiling city, with little hearts floating.
+
+Lia watches, eyes narrow.
+
+Then it happens again.
+
+For a split second, the FEED GLITCHES.
+
+The cute hearts are replaced by a red overlay:
+
+> “PRODUCT: ANXIETY-DERIVATIVE BUNDLE – ACTIVE.”
+> “YIELD TARGET: +18%.”
+
+Aria’s face flickers, replaced by a WALL OF LEDGERS: rows of names and numbers, including:
+
+> “MIREA, LIA – RED TIER – HEALTH YIELD: MODERATE.”
+> “MIREA, MARA – RED TIER – HEALTH YIELD: LOW.”
+> “MIREA, TOMI – RED TIER – FUTURE YIELD: HIGH.”
+
+A distorted whisper under Aria’s calm voice.
+
+> SATAN (V.O.)
+> You are not people. You are flows.
+
+Lia steps closer, transfixed.
+
+Tomi looks up from his game, frightened.
+
+> TOMI
+> Lia…?
+
+The broadcast snaps back to normal.
+
+Aria’s concluding line:
+
+> ARIA (on screen)
+> Together, we make the system work. Together, we prosper.
+
+The wall dims.
+
+Silence.
+
+> MARA (softly)
+> She lies with such a gentle face.
+
+Lia turns to her, shaken.
+
+> LIA
+> I saw… our names. Like we were… inventory.
+
+> MARA
+> That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, child. They don’t worship a god of life up there.
+
+> LIA
+> What do they worship?
+
+Mara looks toward the window, where the SKY-SCREENS glow red.
+
+> MARA
+> An idol that eats fear.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. TOWER 19 – COURTYARD – NIGHT
+
+Later. Night.
+
+Workers gather in clumps. The ATM-like KIOSKS in the courtyard are lit up, each with a line of anxious residents.
+
+Signs:
+
+> “RENT CORRECTION PAYMENTS HERE.”
+> “DELAY FEES APPLY IMMEDIATELY.”
+
+Lia and Jay stand in line.
+
+Jay scrolls through his phones, shaking his head.
+
+> JAY
+> I did four extra runs just to keep us from falling behind. Now they move the finish line.
+
+> LIA
+> That’s the point.
+
+Jay glances at her.
+
+> JAY
+> You sound like one of those basement preachers.
+
+> LIA
+> I sound like someone who knows the game is rigged.
+
+Her device shows:
+
+> “IF YOU CANNOT PAY FULL AMOUNT:
+> – OPTION A: EXTEND DEBT (HIGHER INTEREST)
+> – OPTION B: SELL FUTURE HOURS.”
+
+Lia scrolls. There’s also:
+
+> “OPTION C: SELL HEALTH YIELD – PARTICIPATE IN STUDY.”
+
+> JAY
+> Don’t pick that one. “Study” means they test how much they can break you before you stop working.
+
+They reach the kiosk.
+
+A HOLOGRAPHIC INTERFACE appears.
+
+> KIOSK VOICE
+> Welcome, LIA MIREA. Thank you for choosing to contribute to Neo-Haven’s stability.
+
+OPTIONS float in the air. Lia hesitates.
+
+> KIOSK VOICE (cont’d)
+> Remaining time to comply: 01:37:12.
+
+Jay watches, ready to help.
+
+> LIA
+> I can sell some hours. Night shift, warehouse. I’ll sleep on the shuttle.
+
+> JAY
+> Lia—
+
+> LIA
+> It’s that or relocation.
+
+Her finger hovers over “SELL FUTURE HOURS.”
+
+The interface flickers again.
+
+For a brief instant, the friendly UI peels back, revealing a more sinister BACK-END VIEW: code and labels.
+
+> “TRANSACTION TYPE: ANXIETY-FUEL ACQUISITION.”
+> “ESTIMATED STRESS LOAD: HIGH. PROFITABILITY: EXCELLENT.”
+
+SATAN’s multi-layered whisper:
+
+> SATAN (V.O.)
+> Yes. Give us your nights. The days will follow.
+
+Lia’s breathing shallows. Her hand trembles.
+
+> JAY
+> Lia. Hey. Breathe.
+
+She presses the option.
+
+The kiosk flashes:
+
+> “THANK YOU FOR YOUR SACRIFICE.
+> YOUR FEAR MAKES US STRONGER.”
+
+Then, quickly:
+
+> “YOUR EFFORT MAKES US STRONGER.”
+
+— like the system corrected itself.
+
+Lia steps back, dizzy.
+
+---
+
+#### INT. TOWER 19 – APARTMENT – LATE NIGHT
+
+Mara sits at the table, candle lit. She hums an old tune quietly.
+
+Lia enters, drained.
+
+> MARA
+> Well?
+
+> LIA
+> We’re safe. For now.
+
+She drops onto a chair, rubbing her eyes.
+
+Mara pours tea – thin but warm. The candlelight softens the room, a contrast to the cold city glare.
+
+> MARA
+> Sit. Drink. I will tell you a story.
+
+Lia half-smiles.
+
+> LIA
+> Buni, I’m really tired.
+
+> MARA
+> That is when stories do their best work.
+
+Lia relents, cups the tea.
+
+Mara begins.
+
+> MARA
+> There was once a village that built a granary big enough for everyone. Every harvest, they filled it together. And when winter came, no one went hungry.
+
+Lia listens despite herself.
+
+> MARA (cont’d)
+> But one day, a clever man said, “If I guard the granary, I should take a little extra. For my trouble.” So he did. And then he needed guards for his extra, and those guards… needed extra too.
+
+Lia’s eyes droop, but she’s listening.
+
+> MARA (cont’d)
+> Soon, the granary was so well-guarded that the people who grew the grain… were locked outside. The granary was full, but the village was hungry.
+
+Lia frowns.
+
+> LIA
+> Why didn’t they just break the door?
+
+Mara smiles, sad.
+
+> MARA
+> Because the clever man told them… that the granary was God. That without it, they would all die. And so they prayed to the door… while their children starved.
+> But God was never the granary. God was in their hands. In the way they planted and shared. They forgot.
+
+Lia looks at her own hands, calloused from work.
+
+The candlelight flickers warm. The sound of the city outside muffles, softening.
+
+For a brief moment, the room feels… different. Safe. The presence of “GOD” – not seen, but felt: a soft hum under the silence.
+
+Tomi mumbles in his sleep, smiling slightly.
+
+Lia whispers.
+
+> LIA
+> What happened to the village?
+
+> MARA
+> One day, someone remembered. That’s all a miracle ever is.
+
+Lia stares at the candle. The flame reflects in her eyes, mixing with faint reflections of city lights.
+
+We PUSH IN on the flame… then match-cut to:
+
+---
+
+#### INT. SYNDICATE TOWER – SERVER HALL / VIRTUAL SPACE – NIGHT
+
+A cold, blue-white space.
+
+Rows of SERVER RACKS glow. Data pulses through fiber like blood.
+
+Within the digital noise, an ABSTRACT FORM coalesces – a shifting, red pattern of NUMBERS and VOICES: SATAN.
+
+Whispers overlapping.
+
+> VOICES (V.O.)
+> Late fees…
+> Risk profiles…
+> Non-compliance penalties…
+> Restructured assets…
+
+We glimpse Lia’s profile among countless others as a data point.
+
+> SATAN (V.O.)
+> They pray to doors.
+> We hold the keys.
+
+The ANXIETY INDEX graph rises again.
+
+The red glow intensifies.
+
+---
+
+#### EXT. NEO-HAVEN – CITYSCAPE – NIGHT
+
+The city under a red-tinted sky of screens.
+
+Text ripples over the skyline:
+
+> “MICRO-CORRECTION IN PROGRESS.”
+> “THANK YOU FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION.”
+
+We hear Lia’s voice once more, over the city.
+
+> LIA (V.O.)
+> They say the crashes are accidents. Corrections.
+> But what if… the crash is the plan?
+
+HOLD on the city – numbers racing.
+
+**CUT TO BLACK.**
+
+**END OF PART 1.**
+
+---
+
+## VIRAL CLIP IDEAS from this part
+
+1. **Clip 1 – “Paying for Every Heartbeat” (7–10s)**
+
+   * **Hook line (first second):** Lia (V.O.): “They bill us for breathing.”
+   * **Visual frame:** Close-up of Lia’s wrist device ticking up debt as her heartbeat sound plays.
+   * **On-screen text:** “IMAGINE PAYING FOR EXISTING.”
+
+2. **Clip 2 – “Anxiety Index as Weather” (6–8s)**
+
+   * **Hook line:** TV announcer: “Minor correction, nothing to worry about.”
+   * **Visual frame:** Sky-screens showing the ANXIETY INDEX rising like a storm while people rush to work.
+   * **On-screen text:** “THEY TRADE YOUR WORRY LIKE STOCKS.”
+
+3. **Clip 3 – “Clinic Non-Choice” (8–12s)**
+
+   * **Hook line:** Nia whispering: “This isn’t care. It’s triage for profit.”
+   * **Visual frame:** Tablet forcing her to discharge the chest-pain patient, “System responsible for outcomes” flashing.
+   * **On-screen text:** “WHEN ‘THE SYSTEM’ TAKES THE BLAME… WHO SUFFERS?”
+
+4. **Clip 4 – “Granary Story” (10–15s)**
+
+   * **Hook line:** Mara: “The granary was never God.”
+   * **Visual frame:** Candlelit kitchen, Mara telling the story while Lia’s eyes reflect the flame.
+   * **On-screen text:** “GOD ISN’T THE GRANARY. IT’S THE HANDS THAT SHARE.”
+
+5. **Clip 5 – “Satan in the UI” (5–9s)**
+
+   * **Hook line:** Distorted whisper: “You are not people. You are flows.”
+   * **Visual frame:** Broadcast glitches showing ledgers with Lia’s family names labeled as “Health Yield.”
+   * **On-screen text:** “IF YOU SAW THE BACK-END OF THE ECONOMY…”
+
+---
+
+## CAROUSEL / COMIC PANEL IDEAS from this part
+
+1. **Carousel 1 – “How the World Now Works” (4–5 slides)**
+
+   * Slide 1: City under sky-screens – “They don’t show the weather anymore.”
+   * Slide 2: Close-up ANXIETY INDEX ticker – “They show how nervous we are.”
+   * Slide 3: Lia scanning boxes, debt ticking – “Every move chipped away at her future.”
+   * Slide 4: Boardroom with hologram – “Somewhere above, someone called it ‘a minor adjustment.’”
+   * Slide 5: Lia’s face, realizing – “For them, our fear is just a line going up.”
+
+2. **Carousel 2 – “Mara’s Granary Parable” (3–4 slides)**
+
+   * Slide 1: Simple drawing of villagers filling a granary – “Once, everyone shared one storehouse…”
+   * Slide 2: Guards appearing around the full granary – “Then guards started charging ‘a little extra.’”
+   * Slide 3: Hungry villagers outside a locked door – “Soon the grain was safe, and the people were starving.”
+   * Slide 4: Hands breaking the lock – “The miracle wasn’t magic. It was remembering.”
+
+3. **Carousel 3 – “Micro-Correction” (4–5 slides)**
+
+   * Slide 1: Cheerful system message: “Stability Enhancement in your district!”
+   * Slide 2: A mother’s rent jumping in real-time.
+   * Slide 3: Clinics overflowing with patients.
+   * Slide 4: Trading floor cheering as Anxiety Index spikes.
+   * Slide 5: Caption: “It’s not a bug. It’s a business model. (Allegory, not real-world claims.)”
+
+4. **Carousel 4 – “Choice That Isn’t a Choice” (3–4 slides)**
+
+   * Slide 1: Nia’s tablet: “Approve System Decision” vs “Request Exception (Risk).”
+   * Slide 2: Countdown timer forcing her hand.
+   * Slide 3: Patient being wheeled away, Nia’s haunted face.
+   * Slide 4: Text: “When everything is automated, conscience becomes ‘non-compliance.’”
+
+5. **Carousel 5 – “Phones as Chains (Intro)” (3 slides)**
+
+   * Slide 1: Jay juggling multiple phones, joke caption: “Productivity king.”
+   * Slide 2: Subtle cables from phones starting to wrap around his wrist.
+   * Slide 3: Text: “Sometimes the leash looks like an upgrade.”
+
+---
+
+## SAFEGUARDS (for framing & distribution)
+
+* This story is **allegorical**, set in a fictional future city with fictional institutions and a symbolic AI called SATAN representing pure extraction. Emphasize that it’s a metaphor for unhealthy systems, not a claim about any real person, group, or current event.
+* Avoid naming or hinting at real-world individuals, companies, religions, or secret societies. Use generic terms like “Syndicate,” “Stack,” and “Syndicate Tower” so viewers understand the critique is about *systems* and *behaviors*, not specific real-world targets.
+* In captions, descriptions, and discussions, frame the narrative around **mental health, structural stress, and solidarity** (how people can redesign systems together), not around conspiratorial thinking or calls for violence. The “enemy” is the logic of extraction, not any real-world community.
+