VECTORMAN.

BLACK.

NARRATION
The year is 2049 . . . and sadly . . . it is the last year
that human beings occupy the planet Earth.

EXT. OUTDOOR FIELDS - EVENING

Seven rocketships are flying up to the sky at once.
Each one of these enormous rocketships is a testament
to the most advanced creations of mankind.

NARRATION
We have been left with no choice but to flee to one of
the terraformed planets . . . and start over.

The rocketships fly toward the Earth's sky, while the Sun sets.

We LOOK DOWN, to find planet Earth, covered in
garbage, pollution, and many leaking barrels of
toxic sludge.

NARRATION
Leaks in the containers of toxic sludge have spread its
toxic poison everywhere around Earth. Now we must
leave the home planet we love so much.

An enormous yellow vehicle, moving on 8 wheels,
rolls its way across the ground, piloted by a robot
driver, who sits beside two robot passengers. The
yellow vehicle drives on, collecting and containing
three barrels of toxic waste.

NARRATION
The Orbots were created to clean things. They were
programmed, with their camera eyes, to recognize any
new visual information, and match a visual comparison with
what it already knows. They can locate barrels of toxic
waste, and recognize them when they find them. They can
recognize the BioHazard letters, and pictures, shapes. Once
recognizing the barrels, the Orbots transport the barrels to a safe
place, where they can be launched into the Sun, so that nothing
remains.

EXT. WAREHOUSE - EVENING

Five metal robots stand outside the front of a warehouse,
walking barrels of toxic waste together by hand, to be thrown
into the back open end of a truck-like vehicle.

NARRATION
These Orbots are the last hope we have left to get
our planet clean again . . . clean enough to rebuild,
to grow. To take our planet back.

INT. ROCKETSHIP - VIDEO CAMERA FOOTAGE

DR. RICHARDSON
If anyone ever finds this video: my name is Dr. Dylan Richardson,
and I was one of the people who left planet Earth and went to
the stars. I pray to God . . . each and every day . . . that one
day, humans can return to the Earth again. But that's gonna take
a lot of work. A lot of difficulties. But it is possible.

MARCUS
Will ya shut up already?

DR. RICHARDSON
D-Doctor Richardson out.

We shuts the camera off, and we go to BLACK.

INT. ROCKETSHIP

DR. RICHARDSON
Do you have to be such an asshole?

MARCUS
Every pound of weight costs money, in a rocketship.
You know that, right? Even that video camera.

DR. RICHARDSON
Oh, come on, this thing weighs one single pound.

MARCUS
One single pound still costs money.

DR. RICHARDSON
Pff. No wonder they kept training us to "lose weight"
before we got here!

MARCUS
I know. I know.

DR. RICHARDSON
What do you think? Do you think the Orbots are a
good idea? Do you think these Orbots will actually
make Earth liveable again?

MARCUS
Orbots - what, those things that move around and -
and find barrels of toxic waste, and have them launched
into the Sun?

DR. RICHARDSON
Yeah. Do you think they'll make Earth a liveable place again?

MARCUS
I just don't really care.

Dr. Richardson sighs.

INT. SPACE - IN ORBIT AROUND EARTH

We LOOK DOWN at planet Earth, a planet that
looks relatively peaceful from up in space.

A metal vehicle flies up into space.

SOON - many barrels of toxic waste fly through
the empty vaccuum of space, toward the Sun.

In time, the barrels can no longer be seen, but
they are still on the way to the Sun.

One green robot looks out the window of his spaceship.

He has no physical features over his face: just a green
sphere. He looks out the window, satisfied.

We slowly FLOAT CLOSER to his head.

The TITLE SHOT takes form:

V.E.C.T.O.R.M.A.N