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MOVIE SCRIPT – PART 2 of N
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(continue seamlessly from previous part)
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**Previously in the story…**
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In Neo-Haven, Lia and her family are hit by a “micro-correction” that raises their rent overnight. On the ground, people get sicker and more anxious; above, a Syndicate of elites trades “Anxiety-Derivatives” and treats human suffering as a portfolio. Lia glimpses glitches revealing that her family is literally listed as “health yield” in an AI-led ledger – a symbolic SATAN that feeds on fear – while Grandma Mara reminds her that real sacredness lives in shared hands, not in guarded granaries.
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---
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### FADE IN:
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#### INT. LIA’S APARTMENT – DAWN
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The same cramped room, but the air feels heavier.
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Mara coughs harshly in the background.
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Lia dresses quickly in her jumpsuit, eyes red from lack of sleep. Her wrist device shows:
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> “FUTURE HOURS SOLD: 24
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> SLEEP RECOMMENDATION: IGNORED (3 NIGHTS).
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> RISK: ELEVATED.”
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Tomi sleeps fitfully, muttering.
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Lia slips a blanket up over his shoulder. Her device pings:
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> “SHIFT EXTENSION CONFIRMED.
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> THANK YOU FOR YOUR EXTRA COMMITMENT.”
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She winces at the phrase.
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Mara appears in the doorway, hand on her chest.
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> MARA
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> They bought your nights?
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> LIA
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> Just for a while. We’ll catch up.
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> MARA
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> You can’t catch up to a clock that runs faster every day.
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Lia forces a smile.
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> LIA
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> I’ll bring home something sweet for Tomi. The cheap kind. The one with fake strawberries.
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Mara studies her, then pulls Lia into a brief hug.
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For a second, the soundtrack mutes – just the sound of their breathing, the soft rustle of cloth. Warmth. A flicker of that “GOD” presence.
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> MARA
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> Your heart is not theirs, child. Even if they rent it by the hour.
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Lia pulls away gently, trying not to show how much that lands.
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#### EXT. TOWER 19 – COURTYARD / SHUTTLE STOP – DAWN
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Fog and cold light.
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Workers stand in line, more subdued than before, eyes glued to devices showing new payment schedules.
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Jay leans against the shuttle rail, dark circles under his eyes, clutching a cheap energy drink.
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> JAY
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> Look who sold her soul to the night shift.
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Lia manages a smirk.
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> LIA
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> Just the part that can’t sleep anyway.
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Jay shrugs.
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> JAY
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> That’s the most valuable part.
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He gestures upward. On the SKY-SCREENS: a cheerful morning segment.
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> ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
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> Overnight adjustments have successfully stabilized the market! Global Anxiety Index is up—
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> (corrects himself)
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> —is *aligned* with long-term prosperity.
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A red line climbs on the graph.
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> JAY
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> “Up” means more of us panicking. Prosperity for who?
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The shuttle doors hiss open.
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#### INT. WORKER SHUTTLE – MOVING – DAWN
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The bus hums along the rail.
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Inside: silence, broken only by announcement beeps.
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On the overhead screens, DR. ARIA VOSS appears again.
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> ARIA (on screen)
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> We’re seeing a temporary surge in stress-related symptoms. This is expected. Remember: short-term discomfort leads to long-term stability.
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As she speaks, a TRANSLUCENT LAYER overlays the feed for a moment (only Lia notices): a graph linking “STRESS SURGE” to “DERIVATIVE YIELD.”
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Lia stares, barely blinking.
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Jay elbows her.
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> JAY
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> Don’t let her move into your head rent-free.
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> LIA
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> She already did. With interest.
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The feed glitches once more.
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For a flash: footage from a clinic – crowded halls, patients on gurneys, the label:
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> “OUTPUT: HEALTH YIELD: RISING.”
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Lia frowns. Then it’s gone.
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---
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#### INT. WAREHOUSE – MAIN FLOOR – LATER
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The floor is buzzing, faster than usual.
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New banners hang from the ceiling:
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> “STABILITY INITIATIVE PHASE 3:
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> STRONGER TOGETHER!”
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Smaller text:
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> “Failure to meet new targets may result in Tier Review.”
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Lia works the line. Her movements are a fraction slower; her eyes scan the overhead screens almost as much as the packages.
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Her FOREFINGER trembles slightly.
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Across the line, ANA looks pale, sweaty.
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> LIA
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> You okay?
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> ANA
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> Just… dizzy. It’s fine. They cut my sleep ration, said it would ‘encourage productivity.’
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Her wrist device shows:
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> “SLEEP CREDIT: REDUCED.
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> PERFORMANCE BONUS POTENTIAL: HIGH.”
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Ana sways.
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The conveyor belt keeps moving.
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> LIA
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> Hey— Ana—
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Ana collapses, body slamming against the belt.
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Alarms blare. The line stops.
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SUPERVISOR rushes over with a MEDICAL DRONE, tablet in hand.
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> SUPERVISOR
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> Don’t touch her until the drone confirms liability!
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Workers stand frozen, horrified but obedient.
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The drone hovers over Ana, scanning. A projection pops up:
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> “CAUSE: EXHAUSTION-RELATED.
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> TIER: RED.
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> COST OF FULL TREATMENT: ABOVE THRESHOLD.
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> RECOMMENDED RESPONSE: TEMP REST + STIM PACK.”
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The Supervisor’s tablet shows two options:
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> “FOLLOW RECOMMENDATION”
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> “REQUEST COSTLY INTERVENTION (ESCALATION)”
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The Supervisor glances at the workers, then at a silent notice on his device:
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> “REMINDER: THE SYSTEM ASSUMES RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL DECISIONS.
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> NON-COMPLIANCE IMPACTS YOUR SCORE, NOT THE PATIENT’S.”
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He presses FOLLOW RECOMMENDATION.
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The drone injects a STIM PACK into Ana’s neck.
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Her eyes flutter open, disoriented.
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> ANA (weak)
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> I need to rest. I can’t—
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> SUPERVISOR
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> You get ten minutes. Then you’re back on line, or the Stack reassigns you.
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He looks at the others.
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> SUPERVISOR (cont’d)
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> Everybody, you saw it. Drone says she’s fine. Back to work.
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The line restarts.
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Lia’s hands move on autopilot, but her face is tight with dawning horror.
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---
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#### INT. CLINIC – NIA’S STATION – LATE MORNING
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NIA scrolls through an endless queue of incoming cases on her tablet.
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Each patient has a mini-anxiety graph attached, pulsing red.
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A system banner overlays:
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> “MICRO-CORRECTION B-23: HEALTH IMPACT WITHIN EXPECTED RANGE.
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> CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL TEAMS.”
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Nia snorts under her breath.
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> NIA
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> Congratulations on what, exactly?
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She opens her “GHOST NOTES” folder again.
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We see overlapping charts:
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* “POLICY: RENT ADJUSTMENT”
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* “METRIC: ANXIETY INDEX +15%”
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* “METRIC: CLINIC LOAD +17%”
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* “METRIC: CARDIAC INCIDENTS +9%”
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All connected with red lines.
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She scribbles: “B-23 MATCHES PRIOR EVENTS. NOT RANDOM.”
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A ping.
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> “NEW PATIENT – WORKPLACE INCIDENT – WAREHOUSE SECTOR 7.”
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---
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#### INT. CLINIC – EXAM ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
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Lia sits on a cot, pale, sweat on her brow. She’s not the one who collapsed— but she almost did after the incident, her heart racing uncontrollably.
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Nia enters, professional mask in place, but kind eyes.
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> NIA
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> Lia Mirea?
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Lia nods.
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> LIA
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> I’m fine. I just— my heart wouldn’t slow down. They said I had to get checked or my compliance score would dip.
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Nia checks Lia’s device. It shows:
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> “HEART RATE SPIKES: 7
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> PANIC INDEX: HIGH.
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> STRESS YIELD: PROFITABLE.”
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Nia’s eyebrow twitches at that last word.
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> NIA
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> Have you had panic before?
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> LIA
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> Only when reality bills me.
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Nia smirks, then catches herself.
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She places a sensor on Lia’s finger. The monitor beeps.
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> NIA
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> Any chest pain? Dizziness?
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> LIA
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> Just… this feeling like the room is shrinking. And like if I stop working, we disappear.
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Nia notes it on her pad, but also really *hears* her.
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She scrolls Lia’s profile.
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> NIA
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> You sold future hours?
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> LIA
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> Just for this month. To keep us in our place.
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> NIA
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> That’s exactly what they want.
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Lia looks up, surprised by the bluntness.
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The tablet suggests:
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> “RECOMMENDED ACTION: ISSUE SEDATIVE STRIPS + MOTIVATIONAL CONTENT.”
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Two buttons again:
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> “APPROVE SYSTEM DECISION”
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> “ADJUST TREATMENT (FLAG)”
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Nia’s finger hovers.
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A TIMER counts down: 3… 2…
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She quickly taps ADJUST TREATMENT.
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A warning flashes:
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> “ADJUSTMENT REQUIRES JUSTIFICATION. SYSTEM TAKES NO RESPONSIBILITY.”
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Nia types fast: “PATIENT AT RISK OF COLLAPSE; CRITICAL TO PREVENT TOTAL SYSTEM FAILURE (LOSS OF WORKER).”
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The system begrudgingly allows “REST RECOMMENDATION + SEDATIVE.”
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> NIA
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> I’m prescribing you rest.
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> LIA
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> Rest is… not in the budget.
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> NIA
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> Doesn’t have to be for them to be right for you.
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She leans closer, lowering her voice.
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> NIA (cont’d)
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> You’re not the only one whose heart is doing this. It’s spiking across your whole district.
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Lia frowns.
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> LIA
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> You can see that?
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Nia hesitates… then flips her tablet to show a simplified graph – hiding the more incriminating parts.
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A district map, glowing red.
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> NIA
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> I track patterns. Off the record.
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Lia stares.
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> LIA
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> Every time they “adjust” something… more people show up like this?
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> NIA
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> Every. Single. Time.
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Nia watches Lia carefully.
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> NIA (cont’d)
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> Has anyone talked to you… about the circles?
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> LIA
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> Circles?
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> NIA
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> Places people meet. Share information. Stories. Off the Stack.
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Lia shakes her head, curious and wary.
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> LIA
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> I don’t have time for… meetings. I barely have time to breathe.
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> NIA
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> That’s why the circles exist.
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> (beat)
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> Ask for directions to the “Laundry Service” under Tower 14. Tonight. Second shift change.
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She straightens, back to “professional.”
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> NIA (cont’d)
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> I’m logging you as “temporary rest required.” Use it, or don’t. But if you want to understand what they’re doing to you… go to the Laundry.
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She walks to the door.
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> NIA (cont’d, over her shoulder)
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> And try not to sell any more nights.
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Lia watches her go, mind spinning.
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---
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#### INT. SYNDICATE TOWER – BEHAVIOR LAB – DAY
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A sleek, clinical room with mirrored windows.
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MID-LEVEL MANAGERS (warehouse, clinic, housing) sit at consoles. Each console shows simulated “citizens” on screen.
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On the other side of the glass, ARIA and other SENIOR STAFF observe.
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KAI stands with a tablet, monitoring metrics.
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At each console, managers are asked to choose between “soft” and “hard” responses: increase rent, deny care, raise penalties.
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A CALM GUIDANCE VOICE speaks in a loop.
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> GUIDANCE VOICE
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> Remember: you are not harming individuals. You are stabilizing the system. The System assumes full responsibility.
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Managers press buttons hesitantly at first.
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On Kai’s tablet, graphs show:
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* “OBEDIENCE RATE: 62%… 75%… 88%”
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He scrolls through a file:
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> “PROJECT: MILGRAM 2.0 – COMPLIANCE OPTIMIZATION.”
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> “GOAL: INCREASE OBEDIENCE TO SYSTEM-HARMFUL ORDERS BY 15%.”
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Inside the lab, a MANAGER balks at a prompt.
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His screen shows a sick child’s avatar and the options:
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> “APPROVE TREATMENT (HIGH COST)”
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> “DENY TREATMENT (SYSTEM-STABLE OPTION)”
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He hesitates.
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The GUIDANCE VOICE soothes.
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> GUIDANCE VOICE
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> The System has modeled acceptable loss. You are not choosing who lives or dies. You are choosing stability.
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He exhales… and presses “DENY TREATMENT.”
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In the observation area, an assistant claps softly.
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> ASSISTANT
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> See? Once they understand that “the System” is the agent, guilt decreases by thirty percent.
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Aria’s expression is professionally neutral.
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> ARIA
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> Train enough people to believe they are just hands… and no one feels the blood.
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Kai’s jaw tightens.
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> KAI
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> We could… frame it differently. Give them more… room to object.
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The assistant glances at him like he’s said something unserious.
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> ASSISTANT
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> Objection lowers throughput. The Council wants a smoother chain.
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Aria studies Kai.
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> ARIA
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> Our job is to prevent chaos. Without compliance, the entire structure collapses. And with it… everything people rely on.
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Kai looks at his tablet.
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A side panel shows “ANXIETY INDEX: POST-TRAINING UPLIFT: +4%.”
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> KAI
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> And if the structure itself is the harm?
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Aria holds his gaze. For a split second, a crack in her composure.
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> ARIA
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> Then we make it as gentle as possible… until something better exists.
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She turns away, ending the moment.
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Kai opens a private window on his tablet. He pulls up live footage from a lower-tier clinic: Nia’s district. Overlaid are charts similar to Nia’s ghost notes.
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> KAI (V.O., in his head)
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> Pattern repetition. Same as last time. And the time before that.
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He records his screen discreetly.
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Traces of conscience, forming.
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---
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#### EXT. TOWER 14 – BACK ALLEY – EVENING
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A narrow alley, flickering neon, steam rising from vents.
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Lia arrives, hood up, eyes scanning. She clutches her device, which reads:
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> “REST PERIOD: 02:14 REMAINING.”
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She hesitates.
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A SMALL SIGN over a metal door:
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> “LAUNDRY SERVICE – COMMUNITY WASH.”
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A woman in her 50s, LENA, smokes by the door, watching the street.
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She eyes Lia.
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> LENA
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> You here to get clean or to listen?
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> LIA
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> I— Nia said… ask for the Laundry.
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Lena snuffs her cigarette, giving Lia a once-over.
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> LENA
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> You look like you’ve been on spin cycle for years. Come on.
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She opens the door.
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---
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#### INT. UNDERGROUND “LAUNDRY” – CONTINUOUS
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A basement room that *was* a laundry once.
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Washer and dryer shells line the walls, now repurposed as shelves for food, makeshift seating, and hidden tech.
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Around twenty PEOPLE of various ages sit in a loose circle. Some eat, some hold children, some just sit with eyes closed.
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Dim light from hanging bulbs. No screens, except one old projector covered by a cloth.
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A low hum of conversation.
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On one wall: a simple chalk drawing of a circle with small dots inside.
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Lena guides Lia in.
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> LENA
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> New one. Clinic referral.
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Heads turn. Some wary, some welcoming.
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Nia is there, leaning against an old washer drum, arms crossed. She nods at Lia.
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> NIA
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> You came.
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> LIA
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> I’m… using my prescribed rest.
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Soft laughter from the group.
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A MAN in his 30s, MARCO, steps forward.
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> MARCO
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> First-timers, we don’t ask questions. We just ask you to listen. If you decide this isn’t for you, you walk out. No one stops you. No one reports you. The Stack doesn’t even know this place exists.
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He gestures to the circle.
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> MARCO (cont’d)
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> We’re just… people who noticed the pattern.
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Lia looks around. She recognizes Ana, sitting on a crate, a blanket over her shoulders. Jay slips into the room behind Lia, catching her eye.
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> JAY
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> You didn’t think I’d let you join a secret cult without me, did you?
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Lia glares.
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> LIA
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> It’s not—
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> JAY
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> Relax. I’m kidding. Mostly.
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The group settles.
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Lena dims the light a bit more. Someone lights a few candles, placing them in the center.
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The room shifts from harsh to warm, shadows softening. That subtle “GOD” presence hums in the background again.
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Marco speaks.
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> MARCO
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> We don’t pray to anything here. Not the Stack. Not the Towers. Not some angry sky-father.
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> (beat)
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> We tell the truth. Because they profit from our confusion.
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He nods to an older WOMAN.
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> MARCO (cont’d)
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> Ana, you want to start?
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Ana nods, voice shaking but firm.
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> ANA
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> Two years ago, my brother died. They said it was his fault. He didn’t follow the health prompts, didn’t buy the right subscription.
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> (beat)
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> I believed them. I blamed him.
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> (longer beat)
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> Then I came here, and Lena showed me charts. The same bedtime stories they tell at the clinics. Turns out… my brother died right on schedule. Part of a “tolerable loss event.”
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Lia’s breath catches.
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> LIA
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> Scheduled?
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Nia quietly brings out a small projector. She uncovers it and turns it on.
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On the cracked wall: a blurry, low-res graph – clearly stolen from some internal system. It shows a spike labeled “CLEANSING EVENT A-19.”
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Under it: “EXPECTED CASUALTIES: 2,000–3,000 (RED TIER).”
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Marco points.
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> MARCO
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> They call these crashes. Accidents. But the number of deaths is… a line item.
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Jay looks like someone punched him.
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> JAY
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> They really… write it down like that?
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> NIA
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> With confidence intervals and margin of error. Very professional.
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Soft, bitter laughter.
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Lia steps closer to the wall, eyes locked on the chart.
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> LIA
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> This looks like… the screens I’ve been seeing. The overlays. Anxiety up, rent up, clinic load up…
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She pulls out a folded sheet of paper from her pocket – one of her own scribbled maps.
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She holds it against the projection.
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The curves… match.
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The room falls quiet.
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> NIA
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> You’ve been drawing it?
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> LIA
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> I thought I was losing my mind. Like I was seeing ghosts in the numbers.
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Marco smiles sadly.
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> MARCO
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> You’re not seeing ghosts. You’re seeing God.
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Lia stiffens.
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> LIA
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> I thought you said you don’t pray.
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> MARCO
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> I don’t.
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> (gestures at the people, the charts, the candles)
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> But if there’s anything sacred left, it’s this: the moment we realize our suffering isn’t personal failure. It’s the design.
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A murmur of agreement.
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Lena adds:
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> LENA
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> Call it God, call it clarity, call it the moment the granary door stops looking holy and starts looking like what it is: a locked door.
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Lia glances at Nia.
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> LIA
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> So what do you do here? Just… compare scars?
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Nia meets her gaze, steady.
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> NIA
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> We learn the pattern. We remember we’re not crazy. And we talk about… what happens if we stop playing exactly the way they want.
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Jay leans forward.
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> JAY
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> And then what? They just… let us?
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Lena smirks.
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> LENA
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> No one “lets” anyone do anything down here. That’s kind of the point.
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Marco nods to a quiet teen, SAMI, who taps a laptop connected to the projector.
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A new slide appears: a simple flow chart.
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* “POLICY CHANGE”
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* → “ANXIETY SPIKE”
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* → “MARKET PROFIT”
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* → “HEALTH CRASH”
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* → “DEBT INCREASE”
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* → “POLICY CHANGE AGAIN”
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In bold letters: “LOOP.”
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> MARCO
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> We’re stuck in a loop. Our fear spins the wheel. They skim the winnings. We get the sickness.
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> (beat)
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> The question is… what happens if the wheel doesn’t spin the way they expect?
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The group looks at each other, the idea both terrifying and electric.
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We PUSH IN on Lia’s face as she stares at the loop.
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Her heartbeat grows louder in the sound mix, but this time it’s steadier.
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Her voice, low.
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> LIA
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> What if… we make their graph go… wrong?
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CUT TO:
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---
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#### INT. SYNDICATE TOWER – ARIA’S OFFICE – NIGHT
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ARIA stands alone, lights low, city spread beneath the glass.
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On her wall-sized display: clean charts showing exactly the loop we just saw in the basement.
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The system labels it:
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> “MACRO-LOOP: CONTROLLED INSTABILITY.”
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> “STATUS: FUNCTIONING.”
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Aria sips tea, watching.
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Her tablet buzzes.
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||
|
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A notification:
|
||
|
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> “GHOST DATA LEAK SUSPECTED – CLINIC TIER: RED-19.
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> POSSIBLE BREACH OF INFORMATION HYGIENE.”
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||
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Under it: a fuzzy still-image from the Laundry – the projector’s glow visible under a door.
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||
|
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Her jaw tightens.
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||
|
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> ARIA (V.O., to herself)
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> They’re learning to see it.
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||
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She looks back at the city, at the glowing Anxiety Index.
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||
|
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Two images overlay in her mind: the clean chart… and real faces she’s seen in reports.
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||
|
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Her reflection in the glass looks almost like it has two faces.
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The SATAN-LEDGER hums faintly in the background sound, almost like it’s breathing.
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
|
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**END OF PART 2.**
|
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|
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---
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|
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## VIRAL CLIP IDEAS from this part
|
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1. **Clip 1 – “Drone Says She’s Fine” (8–12s)**
|
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|
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* **Hook line:** Supervisor: “Drone says she’s fine. Back to work.”
|
||
* **Visual frame:** Ana on the warehouse floor, recently injected by the medical drone, barely able to sit up as the conveyor belts restart.
|
||
* **On-screen text:** “WHEN THE SYSTEM DIAGNOSES YOU… FOR ITSELF.”
|
||
|
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2. **Clip 2 – “Milgram 2.0” (10–15s)**
|
||
|
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* **Hook line:** Guidance Voice: “You’re not harming individuals. You’re stabilizing the system.”
|
||
* **Visual frame:** Manager hesitating, then pressing “DENY TREATMENT (SYSTEM-STABLE OPTION)” on a console with a child’s avatar on screen.
|
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* **On-screen text:** “WOULD YOU PRESS THE BUTTON?”
|
||
|
||
3. **Clip 3 – “Laundry Invitation” (6–10s)**
|
||
|
||
* **Hook line:** Nia: “If you want to understand what they’re doing to you… go to the Laundry.”
|
||
* **Visual frame:** Lia standing in the alley, looking at the small “LAUNDRY SERVICE” sign over the metal door.
|
||
* **On-screen text:** “EVERY CITY HAS A DOOR LIKE THIS.”
|
||
|
||
4. **Clip 4 – “Pattern Recognition” (8–12s)**
|
||
|
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* **Hook line:** Marco: “You’re not seeing ghosts. You’re seeing God.”
|
||
* **Visual frame:** Lia holding her hand-drawn chart up against the projected stolen data, the lines matching perfectly.
|
||
* **On-screen text:** “WHEN YOUR ‘ANXIETY’ FOLLOWS A BUSINESS PLAN.”
|
||
|
||
5. **Clip 5 – “Loop Reveal” (7–10s)**
|
||
|
||
* **Hook line:** Lia: “What if we make their graph go wrong?”
|
||
* **Visual frame:** Simple “LOOP” flowchart projected on the wall, then smash cut to Aria’s pristine version of the same loop in the tower.
|
||
* **On-screen text:** “THEY NEED YOUR FEAR TO STAY PREDICTABLE.”
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
|
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## CAROUSEL / COMIC PANEL IDEAS from this part
|
||
|
||
1. **Carousel 1 – “The Loop” (4–5 slides)**
|
||
|
||
* Slide 1: Simple diagram: “Policy Change → Anxiety Spike.”
|
||
* Slide 2: “Anxiety Spike → Market Profit.”
|
||
* Slide 3: “Market Profit → Health Crash & More Debt.”
|
||
* Slide 4: “Health Crash & More Debt → Policy Change Again.”
|
||
* Slide 5: Caption: “If your pain is this predictable, maybe it’s not an accident. (Fictional allegory.)”
|
||
|
||
2. **Carousel 2 – “Clinic Choices” (3–4 slides)**
|
||
|
||
* Slide 1: Nia’s tablet with the two buttons: “Approve System Decision” vs “Adjust Treatment (Flag).”
|
||
* Slide 2: Countdown timer forcing her to decide in 3 seconds.
|
||
* Slide 3: Nia choosing to help anyway, at a cost to herself.
|
||
* Slide 4: Text: “Conscience = ‘non-compliance’ in broken systems.”
|
||
|
||
3. **Carousel 3 – “Laundry Service” (3–4 slides)**
|
||
|
||
* Slide 1: Drab cityscape, with a tiny “Laundry Service” sign circled.
|
||
* Slide 2: Basement room with people, food, and candles instead of washing machines.
|
||
* Slide 3: Projected chart on the wall, everyone staring.
|
||
* Slide 4: Caption: “Every empire fears the moment people compare notes.”
|
||
|
||
4. **Carousel 4 – “Milgram 2.0 Training” (4 slides)**
|
||
|
||
* Slide 1: Managers seated at consoles labeled “COMPLIANCE LAB.”
|
||
* Slide 2: Guidance Voice bubble: “The System is responsible. Not you.”
|
||
* Slide 3: Finger pressing “Deny Treatment” as obedience graph rises.
|
||
* Slide 4: Text: “When no one feels responsible, harm multiplies.”
|
||
|
||
5. **Carousel 5 – “Seeing the Pattern” (3–4 slides)**
|
||
|
||
* Slide 1: Lia’s messy hand-drawn graph.
|
||
* Slide 2: Stolen, clean Syndicate graph.
|
||
* Slide 3: The two overlaid, matching.
|
||
* Slide 4: Text: “You’re not crazy. You’re seeing the design. (In the movie, not real life.)”
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
|
||
## SAFEGUARDS (for framing & distribution)
|
||
|
||
* Reinforce in captions and descriptions that this story is a **fictional, allegorical sci-fi narrative** about unhealthy systems and engineered stress, not a claim about real-world conspiracies, companies, or governments. It uses an invented city, invented institutions, and a symbolic AI called SATAN as stand-ins for abstract forces of extraction.
|
||
* Avoid tying the “Syndicate,” “Stack,” or “Milgram 2.0” directly to real organizations or current events. Instead, emphasize universal themes: moral responsibility, healthcare ethics, exploitation, and community organizing.
|
||
* Highlight the **agency and solidarity** elements (Nia risking non-compliance, the Laundry circle, people sharing data and stories) rather than stoking paranoia. The message should be: “We can question and redesign systems together” — **not** “shadowy groups are controlling everything, so panic or attack them.”
|
||
|
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