THE VOICE OF ATON "POTATO PEOPLE" by GORDON D WENN CAST LIST --------- THE GUY THE CLERK SET LIST -------- INTERIORS --------- APARTMENT WAREHOUSE Copyright (c) 2008 - All rights reserved - KitsWriter@Yahoo.com # 1. ACT ONE FADE IN: INT. - APARTMENT - ESTABLISH - NIGHT We see the inside of an average looking singles apartment. Our view is centred on a cloth covered, padded, easy chair. A casually dressed man, who we will come to know merely as THE GUY, enters and sits down. He puts down a bowl of popcorn on a small table on ther righthand side of the chair. Then he picks up his remote control and turns on the TV. The TV light bathes over him, his eyes seem to glaze over, his mind somewhere else. His right hand reaches out rather mechanicaly and grabs a handful of popcorn. Which he then shovels into his mouth. This process repeats several times until his interest in the TV program begins to wane. We see him reach over for the remote control. The extra grease from the popcorn interfers with his grip and the remote control slips out of his hand, flying off to his left. He looks unhappily at his hands, wiping them on his shirt. Then he twists his body to the left with an odd grunt and reaches down over the left arm rest of his chair for the TV remote. MATCH TO: INT. - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS - INDETERMINATE From the left, we see his hand touching a brightly lit, concrete floor. His head and shoulders come into our view. An abrupt sense of confusion begins to overtake him. But, without any panic he moves out of our view. MATCH TO: INT. - APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT We see him sitting up in his chair, staring blankly forward. He looks curiously to his left several times, then pokes his hand and arm into the space above the left armrest of his chair. It disappears. After a short moment, he pulls his hand back, checking it for any damage. Then he just stares into the space on his left. Eventually, he tests his new discovery by sliding his hand into the void several times. Then rather quickly, he becomes bored with the whole thing and stares back at his TV. Another short negative moment occurs when again he loses interest in the program and begins looking for the remote. Oddly, it takes a moment or two before his short term memory kicks back in and he remembers where his remote went. We see an 'Oh Yeah' expression hit his face. Then a sense of resolve propels him up and over the left armrest of his chair. MATCH TO: INT. - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS - INDETERMINATE He comes into our view from the left and onto the bright concrete floor. Initially he's on all fours, but straightens up into a kneeling position. We see that he's wearing a large bag, made from some sort of metallic cloth. His hands and arms extend from gasketed holes in the bag, with his legs and torso wrapped inside. He sees his remote on the concrete floor several feet to his front. He grunts to a standing position, shuffles forward, then picks up his remote. The happy smile of finding his remote is quickly replaced by an eerie forboding, when he sees that he his not entirely alone. As our view moves slowly upward, it widens to reveal thousands of easy chairs, laid out in neat, perfect rows. Looking down, we that each chair is occupied by someone wearing a similar metallic bag and they all seem to be holding remote controls. THE GUY stares out at this infinite scene, overwhelmed. THE GUY Holy Crap! The sound of his voice carries slightly. But is then replaced by a soft whirring sound, moving towards him. He looks around in all directions for the source of the sound, but sees nothing. The sound stops. Then from above, a four bladed claw reaches down, grasps him firmly around the middle and lifts him into the air. It then begins moving forward, picking up speed and blurring the infinite rows of easy chairs into lines on the floor. At some point in his flight, he points his remote at the mechanism above him and starts pressing buttons. Nothing happens. Eventually he begins to slow down, stopping at a circular shaped desk, with a man in blue coveralls sitting behind it. We will come to know him as THE CLERK. He adresses THE GUY still grappled above the floor. THE CLERK So how's it going? THE GUY Not too bad. THE CLERK So what brings you here? THE GUY (holds up remote) I dropped my remote. THE CLERK And it tore a hole in the bubble? THE GUY (shrugs) Bubble? THE CLERK (gestures) The reality bubble. THE GUY (lost) Sorry. I'm don't really remember. THE CLERK takes a patient moment and explains. THE CLERK (gestures) There's thirty billion people on the planet, so to maintain some quality of life, we timeshare the resources. THE GUY appears to be in shock. THE CLERK(CON'T) We warehouse everyone else in their own personal reality bubbles. Which includes a complete package of care, maintenance, feeding, and waste removal. Specific realities are up to the individual. THE GUY (slightly clearer) Oh. THE CLERK (inqures) Is there a problem? THE GUY thinks for a moment, then holds out his remote. THE GUY (lost) I do get an awful lot of sports. THE CLERK And you'd like to change? THE GUY (nods) Yes, please. THE CLERK So more Porn. THE GUY nods, smiling. FADE OUT. THE END #