Libby: How can you still use that thing, after that weird future girl told us it'll cause killer robots to take over the world?
Sheen (in loud emotion): I'm benefiting life for all of mankind, and you're fretting over details?
Libby: Sure it sounds crazy, but it could be true, maybe its better to be safe than sorry.
(Sheen drapes an arm over Libby's shoulders. She raises a wary eyebrow.)
Sheen: Oh naive Liberty, how I pity you. Can't you see that it's probably some crazy setup by a covetous company who has to steal ideas from others because they cannot come up with their own designs. It just sickens me of how people can be so greedy.
Libby: I don't know Sheen; she seemed pretty convincing.
Sheen: Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if they hired some brilliant actress to try to fool me, it's so obvious they are threatened by my skills. Really makes you think of what untapped intelligence is still wandering in my amazing mind.
(Sheen nods pompously before regarding Libby with a manic grin.)
Sheen: Hey, you wanna go up to the woods and poke that dead raccoon with a stick? It's getting all rancid and wormy; looks pretty cool.
(Libby removes his arm from her shoulders in complete disgust.)
Libby: Guh! Are you kidding me!
Sheen (clueless): What? Some romantic atmosphere will calm you down!
(Libby begins to walk away in speedy outrage.)
Libby: Geh, why do boys have to be so gross?
(Sheen watches as Libby exits. He crosses his arms in confident poise.)
Sheen: Heh, she'll be back. No one can resist poking dead things; it's one of the holy grails of entertainment.
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To INT Shot - Inside Jimmy's Lab. Jimmy drills a bolt into his Chrono-Arch. He views it with complete confidence. Goddard, resting at his feet, pricks his ears with attention.)
Jimmy: There! That should do it!
(Goddard gets up and watches him tap in 2081 into the year setting screen.)
Jimmy: Now to finally conclude all this nonsense.
(Jimmy starts the Chrono-Arch up. It shows a dark dreary city surrounded by thick clouds of pollution that don't allow even a speck of sunlight through. Plumes of black smoke rise from factory smoke stacks. Dull yellow and neon colored signs are the only source of light. Gunfire and explosions are heard followed by hysterical screams of anguish.)
Jimmy: What..?
(Jimmy taps another button to get a closer look into the horrid city. A giant crab shaped robot pursues a couple of men, who are valiantly throwing rocks and bits of concrete at it, the crab robot is unphased and strikes a giant claw outward, closing its pincers completely over them. Cracks and a sickening wet noise are heard as the men are crushed to death. Jimmy's eyes widen at the scene.)
Jimmy: No..
(He taps the same button to get another perspective. Two hulking human-like robots are using flamethrowers to flush out people from under a bridge. Some run out bathed in flames, shrieking in loud agony. One of the robots chest opens to reveal a machine gun, it picks off a few people that are trying to get away with speedy and cruel bullets.)
Humanoid Robot 1: Keep a few survivors! We need more slaves for Coal Mine Five.
Humanoid Robot 2: 'Kay.
(Jimmy gasps with horror. Goddard's ears flatten as he gawks in shock.)
Jimmy (hushed): Puking Pluto...
(Jimmy presses the same button again to see a tank shaped automaton and a bird-like robot watching a large ant-type robot crushing and biting through a large junkyard. The tank-bot lifts a pair of track pants with a three fingered metal hand out for the bird robot to see.)
Tank Robot: Behold! For I possess the human pants!
Bird Robot (in a bored tone): Everyone's got a pair of human pants; ye' aren't that special.
(The bird robot spots a woman who suddenly runs out from under a rusted truck. It takes to the air and pursues her; it grasps her shoulders with its steel talons, flying higher and higher into the toxic air.)
Woman: No, no...don't..please..no...
(The bird robot releases her and lets her plummet to the street. Jimmy can't bring himself to watch the heart wrenching fate as he turns off the Chrono-Arch. He shakes his head to try and get the trauma out of his mind. Goddard stares with vacant pity.)
Jimmy: So it is all true .. that girl was from the future. I got to warn Sheen; his invention will doom us all!
(Jimmy takes off running. Goddard gives a "Bow!" of agreement and follows.)
(CUT To a White Background with Black Text: Meanwhile, Back In The Future...)
Tabessa's voice (yelling): I'm ho-ome!
(CUT To INT Shot of a dusty metal room - Tabessa approaches a shoddy looking table and places a six pack of bottled water on it, she glances at a figure sitting lethargically in a cushioned chair.)
Tabessa: Hey great grandfather.
(The figure turns his head to reveal that he is Nick Dean, now an old man with a receding hairline, scarred with a white gash across his skull and a cloudy cataract ridden left eye. He is still sporting a black suede jacket, though its tattered in many places.)
Future Nick: Ah, good to see you home, I take the time travel worked out.
Tabessa (bragging): Yuh-huh. Damacus messed up a bit but I was awesome as always.
(She leans against the table and ruffles her own hair tiredly.)
Tabessa: You seem mellower; did you take your tranqs?
Future Nick (quietly): Yes, the voices were speaking to me again.
Tabessa: You still want to sleep in the padded room?
Future Nick: No, no, I was getting quite comfy in this chair; perhaps I'll sleep on it tonight. (He coughs weakly.) Tell me Tabessa, did you enjoy the past?
Tabessa: Not really, first of all, I had no idea that the past totally bites, there was a bunch of stupid and annoying kids who wouldn't shut up, and they wore these really lame clothes instead of any fashionable protective gear. It was a total disappointment, the past is just too weird; all everyone did was act blissfully innocent and carry on like its the most normal thing imaginable. There wasn't even any angry riots! I don't know how anyone could stand such a place!
(Old Nick's face materializes into a wistful stare. A loud beeping suddenly erupts. Tabessa taps an unseen button on her left arm before speaking into her wrist.)
Tabessa: What's up?
Male voice (angry): Hey slacker, I need you to get back to my lab post haste; it looks like you mucked up the mission!
Tabessa (affronted): What? How dare you! (She views Nick). I gotta fly great grandfather, I shouldn't be late.
(Tabessa rushes off toward a door, which slides vertically to let her out. Left alone again, Future Nick stares sadly off into space. We hear the door "Foosh" closed.)
Future Nick (morosely): Dear God how I miss that place...
(CUT To EXT Shot - The camera PANS downward to a grimy street. Rusty lampposts glow with dull energy. Tabessa sneaks silently, prepared for any kind of attack, the coast seems clear as she approaches a slab of concrete next to a building, she pushes it away to reveal some broken stairs leading downward.)
Tabessa (low): Let's see what that know-it-all is so worked up about.
(CUT To INT Shot - A cluttered room full of scrap metal and posters of frog and mouse anatomy charts adorned on the crumbling walls. A platinum blond long haired twenty-something man, clad in camouflage style chain mail and a monocle affixed to his right eye, angrily tinkers with a large crank. Tabessa storms in, maneuvering around a computer monitor and a smoking pile of broken light bulbs.)
Tabessa: What are you whining about now Damacus?
Damacus: I just told you! You messed up the mission!
Tabessa: Impossible! Everything should be fine!
Damacus: Yeah, well it isn't, didn't you witness the kid at least destroy the proto-type?
Tabessa; Hey, I talked him out of selling it to the public like you assigned me to, that should be enough.
Damacus: Well, why haven't we disappeared from existence? (He begins to scream) Why are we still living in this ungodly misery run by those damn robots!
Tabessa: Well "Mr. Pacifist" suggested that my idea of just shooting the kid was too barbaric, so, it's more your fault than mine. If I just shot him dead it'd be much simpler.
Damacus: You moron! That's not how you enforce the past to correct the future, the first law of time repair is no killing; you uncivilized neanderthal! The death of one person could cause a random multitude of disasters that would birth-
Tabessa (tiredly): God! You just love the sound of your own voice, don't you? I'm gonna ask my great grandfather to change his will; you'd suck as a parental guardian, what with all your big unimportant words.
Damacus: Be my guest, you crazy sullen youth!
Tabessa (fuming): That damn kid! Why can't people just listen!
(Damacus approaches two large shining white towers next to the crank he was working on.)
Damacus (shaking his head): I'm going to have to ask the committee for the remaining revenue. We're going to have to wait four more days so the towers can heal in order to try another time trip.
Tabessa: Isn't there any energy left?
Damacus: I can't tell, most of the readings are malfunctioning, it could only allow a trip for a few minutes; mere seconds even. To try a time trip now may take the traveler to a pocket of empty time with no way back.
(Tabessa notices a tattered history book next to her boot. Titled: The Fall of Hope - History Lessons From 2010 - 2075. She scoops it up before approaching the white towers and standing between them.)
Tabessa: Start cranking, I'm going back.
Damacus: What?
Tabessa (she waves the book): Call it a trump card; perhaps it will do all the explaining to those stupid past-lings. (A determined look comes to her face) This is our last chance!
Damacus (calm and matter-of factly): Not really, I can just find some other scrawny guinea pig should you fail miserably or end up lost in the bowels of time, but if you want to throw your life away that's cool with me.
(Damacus begins to turn the crank quickly. Silver sparkles surround Tabessa, unexplained wind generates in the lab as papers and debris caper in the air. She disappears in a cloud of swirling grayness. Damacus stops turning the crank to itch his arm calmly; an optimistic smile crosses his face.)
Damacus (cheery): Well, better get started on recruiting a new simpleton!
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT TO a EXT/INT SHOT Split Screen. Cindy and Libby are on the phone. Cindy is in her bedroom lazing on her bed on a cordless while Libby is on a cell phone near the Candy Bar.)
Cindy: Sheen asked you to dinner?
Libby: Yeah, I'm suspicious, though he did promise there wouldn't be any talk of his invention or arrangements to poke dead animals.
Cindy: Just ditch him. He'll probably do something idiotic.
Libby: It shouldn't be too bad, but hey, if it is stupid I'll just leave.
Cindy (scoffs): Whatever, don't complain to me if he makes you look like a total loser.
Libby (sarcastic): Aren't you just the cheeriest little sunbeam.
Cindy: Why can't you just raise your standards? You deserve way better.
Libby (defensive): You're talking like Sheen is some incurable monster; he's really quite harmless.
Cindy: Believe me, he's heading straight toward that direction.
Libby: Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow, this ice princess act is getting tiresome.
(Libby's Screen disappears as she "bings" off. Cindy's "window" widens to a full screen. She clicks her phone off and disdainfully tosses it on her floor. Her eyes sadden as she rolls onto her stomach, arms under her chin.)
Cindy: I wanna be asked out to dinner too...
(She glances at a tattered photo of Jimmy pinned to her wall, a dart stuck into his cheek and a pair of scissors plowed between his eyes, multiple pinholes and tears show of past abuse.)
Cindy (downcast): Why can't you do those kind of things for me? I would've pretended to be a disadvantaged future girl if you just asked me...
(She blinks hard before glaring madly, angry at herself for getting feeble, she seizes a nearby plush unicorn and chucks it right at the photo with a "Fhap!".)
Cindy: I hate you!
(CUT TO EXT Shot - Libby approaches the doors to the Candy Bar. A note catches her eye. 'Go Behind The Building' is scrawled in black marker on Ultra Lord Stationary.)
Libby: What is this boy up to?
(CUT To the back of the Candy Bar. Sheen, donning his Ultra Lord mask, holds a healthy white carnation in his hand. He smiles innocently as he stands by the dumpsters. A large Ultra Lord blanket is stretched out with dishes and cutlery set up for two. Libby approaches with a puzzled look, not sure of what to make of it.)
Libby (?): A picnic by the dumpsters?
Sheen: Yeah! Why be a bunch of dull sheep and eat in a civilized setting?
(They sit down to their places. Sheen hands her the carnation as she gives a weirded out look at the cutlery marked with the Ultra Lord logo stenciled in each piece.)
Libby: Well, it's different, somewhat bordering on the line of your usual stupidities.
(Sheen's face falls. His eyes stare morosely at the blanketed concrete.)
Sheen: Oh.. well, I guess once you see our main course, you'll want to storm away in disgust.
(Sam approaches them with a dome covered silver platter. He lifts it to reveal a turkey sized yellow candy-coated confection.)
Sam (with no enthusiasm): Your humongous candy coated peanut butter piece, sir.
(Sheen removes a small pick axe and chisel from behind his back. He looks at Libby with gloomy guilt.)
Sheen: Well? It's stupid. What're you going to do?
(Libby turns her head, hand to her face, trying desperately to hide her smile at the retarded yet charming dinner. She stares at the flower before turning her head back to Sheen.)
Libby (still smiling): Ah, there's oversized candy, so I'll stay.
(Sheen's face brightens, Sam tiredly places the massive candy between them. He walks off to leave the minors alone.)
Sam (off camera): The therapists must think this town is a goldmine.
Sheen: Ladies first!
(Sheen is about to crack a chunk of the candy with his pick axe and chisel but is interrupted by an unexpected wind. Libby shields her eyes from the random weather, her flower is blown out of her hand.)
Libby: What's with all the wind?
(Sheen shrugs. A silver flash appears a short distance from their bizarre picnic, exploding into a smoke colored mass, future girl Tabessa appears from the churning shape of gray, her back facing Sheen and Libby. The cloudy mass disappears with a booming crack. Libby blinks in silent astoundment at the strange show. Sheen laughs and points at Tabessa.)
Sheen (loud!): Hey, It's that stupid future girl!
(Tabessa's ear twitches at the announcement, she turns around with glowering rage toward Sheen's freak picnic. She bares her teeth in clenched fury.)
Tabessa (fury!): There you are you rotten little turd!
(Sheen and Libby's eyes widen at her vulgar remark. Tabessa storms speedily towards them; history book still clenched in her hand. Sheen stares up at her; an impressed grin on his face.
Sheen: Nice entrance! Your employer must be some special effects technician; you got a pocket wind turbine on you or something?
(Tabessa grabs Sheen's shirt angrily and pulls him up to his feet. He gives a "Gah!" of surprise from her angry strength. Her face a mere inch away from his.)
Tabessa: When someone tells you that your invention will cause the fall of mankind, then you need to take it upon yourself to correct it so such a thing won't happen!
(Libby stands and bravely faces the future girl.)
Libby: Who do you think you are? What's your problem?
Tabessa (waving the book): 2022, the robots succeed in slaughtering one third of the entire human population. 2024, Taiwan is the final country to fall under the killer robots iron fist; officially declaring global rule of the Earth.
Sheen (pointing to the book): Cool! More props!
Tabessa (she shakes him): This isn't some crazy movie! It's the truth!
Sheen (still not getting it): Look, I'm honored that you want to pursue my idea but I'm going to build my own independent company to market my Ultra Relief, this whole act about time travel and murderous robots was cool at first but now its starting to get really tiring.
Tabessa (screaming right in his face): You stupid, STUPID past-ling!
Sheen (grimacing in disgust): Okay, your breath really stinks, do people in the "future" brush their teeth with kitty litter or something just as awful? 'Cause its that bad.
Jimmy (Off Camera): Sheen!
(The three of them turn their heads to see Jimmy running towards them, Goddard at his heels, his hand out in pleading appeal.)
Jimmy: Sheen, she's telling the truth! The Chrono-Arch confirmed it!
(Sheen flips his Ultra Lord mask so it rests at the top of his head and shakes his head with a smarmy smile before viewing Tabessa.)
Sheen: So, what, now you bribe my friends to get them to believe in your crazy, nonexistent future? That's just sad; do you have no life at all?
(Tabessa opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a banging crackle; her time in the past is up, the swirling kaleidoscope of gray appears. A sinister sneer comes to her face as she views Sheen.)
Tabessa: Ignorant past-ling; let me show you then.
(She releases Sheen's shirt to clamp her hand over his arm and proceeds to haul him with her into the amorphous portal, Libby's eyes widen fearfully. She grasps Sheen's free hand and holds on; wind whipping wildly around her hair)
Libby: Stop it! Let him go!
(Sheen's face falters as he begins to realize that this may not be some dubious performance after all. He looks pleadingly toward Jimmy.)
Sheen (shouting): Jimmy, help me! Normally I would be ecstatic with two girls fighting over me but not this way! Not this way!
(Jimmy screeches to a halt, gaping in surprise at the ominous predicament. Goddard flattens his ears in worry.)
Jimmy: Holy Heisenberg! (He faces Goddard) Goddard! Help Sheen!
(Goddard barks affirmatively before rushing at Tabessa, his back opening to reveal the Particle Beam weapon.)
Tabessa (startled): Cripes, that dog's packing heat!
(Tabessa tosses the history book aside, still keeping a good grip on Sheen's arm, she grasps one of the spikes on her oversized shoulder plates and throws it with supreme aim at Goddard, the spike bursts into multiple pins of red light milliseconds before striking the robot dog. Goddard cries out in shocked pain. Jimmy's eyes widen with great dread.)
Jimmy: Goddard!
(Goddard collapses, twitching madly, eyes dulling as he begins to spark and attempt to get to his feet. He growls as he begins to blindly bite at the air in furious confusion. Tabessa inches closer to the portal as she tries to haul Sheen with her into the spinning vortex, Libby continues to hold onto Sheen with desperate strength.)
Libby (determined): Hang on Sheen! I ain't lettin' go!
(Sheen squeezes her hand as he tries to pull away from crazy future girl, the wind takes his Ultra Lord mask off his head.)
Tabessa (calling out in frustration): Come! Gaze upon the ruined world your device has created!
(Tabessa gives a powerful tug; Libby falls to the ground as Sheen's hand is yanked away from hers. Sheen screams as he and future girl Tabessa vanish into the shrinking grayness. A deafening crack rings out as it evaporates into nothingness.)
Libby: Sheen!
(She gets to her feet and looks dumbstruck at the empty space, the dying wind blows through her hair. She sees Sheen's Ultra Lord mask next to one of the dinner plates on the blanket. Libby picks it up and stares helplessly at it.)
Jimmy (off camera): Goddard!
(Libby gasps as she remembers Goddard's attempted rescue. She jogs over to Jimmy, who is desperately trying to calm a convulsing Goddard. He growls and snaps at his creator in disoriented anger, multiple sparks pulse from his body.)
Libby (concerned): What did she do to him?
Jimmy: I don't know, I think it's a type of motherboard disrupter.
(Goddard stretches his neck and attempts to bite Libby. Jimmy restrains him by putting him in a headlock.)
Jimmy (desperate): Goddard! Goddard, I need you to listen to me, Goddard!
(Goddard jerks out of the headlock and glares at his master with glowing red eyes, snarling with feral violence, Jimmy keeps his face composed as he stares at his furious dog.)
Jimmy (in calm seriousness): I need you to play dead boy, that way you can assemble yourself back to one hundred percent function, can you do that?
(Goddard's eyes dull to emptiness, he tilts his head in tired confusion at Jimmy.)
Jimmy: It's the only option, the longer you stay this way, the more chance there is of permanent damage. Please Goddard, can you play dead for me?
(Goddard bows his head in a weak nod, he seems to finally understand. Jimmy motions Libby to run as they sprint to a safe distance. Goddard's body trembles before exploding into a rain of metal. The bits and pieces of parts rattle and begin to spontaneously reassemble back into Goddard. He shakes himself before viewing Jimmy and Libby happily. He gives an encouraging "Wuf"
to them as they approach.)
Jimmy (relieved): Good boy!
Libby: Okay, its obvious that psycho girl is really from the future; we gotta use your Chrono-Whatever to bring Sheen back, who knows what she'll do to him.
Jimmy: I know, but we need to prepare properly, the future is crawling with bloodthirsty machines, let alone unrealistically armed rebel children.
Libby (getting angry): Well, we need to do something!
Jimmy: Look, I'm worried about Sheen too Libby, but we have to organize some kind of stratagem to pull off that won't involve us getting killed or stuck in that awful future.
(Libby notices the history book that Tabessa had when she came, she picks it up and studies the title.)
Libby: She had this with her, maybe it can help.
(She offers the book to Jimmy, who skims the cover quickly.)
Jimmy (he nods): Hopefully.
(He hands the book to Goddard, clamping it gently in his mouth.)
Libby: We're probably going to need some help.
(Goddard morphs into Scooter Mode. Jimmy climbs on, followed by Libby who grips Jimmy's shoulder for balance.
Jimmy: Call Cindy and Carl, get them to come to the lab as soon as possible.
Libby: Right.
(Libby takes her cell phone from her back pocket with her free hand as Goddard zooms them away from our view. The dinner arrangements sit in lonely silence. Emily and Oleander walk into view and spot the large, unsupervised sweet.)
Emily: Hey! Unprotected candy!
Oleander: Cool!
(They rush forward and shamelessly steal the huge candy.)
(CUE Rotating Atom.)
(CUT To the future. INT Shot - Damacus's lab. Who is speaking into a mangled rotary telephone.)
Damacus: Yeah. Uh-huh. I understand. If the kid is only twenty-six kilos that should be fine. Correct, the next time trip has been delayed another month; its now June. Yes, yes, I'll be sure that he has his favorite combat knife with him all the time.
(Phantom wind and a loud bang fills the lab. Damacus turns his head to see Tabessa gripping hard onto Sheen's arm, standing between the two white towers. Sheen's eyes scan his surroundings with frantic fright. Damacus gapes in shock.)
Damacus (to the phone): I'll call you back.
(He returns the phone to the cradle and marches toward Tabessa with furied fire.)
Tabessa (snarky): Why were you on the phone? Are you begging for the robots to tap into your line so they can trash your lab or something?
Damacus (furious): You brought a person from the past, here! Did you even bother to listen during those time repair conferences!
Tabessa: He refused to believe me so I took it upon myself to show him the truth.
Damacus (he points at her): I ought to report you to the committee!
Tabessa: Feh, see if I care, I'm showing this little snotrag of what our daily lives consist of, then he won't dare consider making that Ultra Relief.
Damacus: And how do you propose we bring him back to the past? The committee has informed that there has been a delay to deliver the remaining revenue to execute another time trip; it'll take two more months to be fully prepared.
Sheen (alarmed): What? I can't go back! Is that what you guys are saying!
Tabessa: Eh, he's just being dramatic.
Damacus: No, I am not!
Tabessa: Here, I'll give you a reason to be dramatic.
(Tabessa shoves one of the white towers over, it crashes to the ground in a loud shatter, bursting mechanical parts and other miscellanea all over the place. Damacus screams in stupefied fury while Sheen's pupils widen with shock.)
Damacus: What is wrong with you! There is something really wrong with you!
Tabessa: Whatever. (She motions with her thumb to the door.) We out.
Damacus: If you walk out of this lab I won't hesitate to divulge you as a wanted fugitive.
Tabessa (challenging): Go ahead!
Sheen (he paws at Damacus): Gah! Help! Don't let her take me scientist man!
(Tabessa drags a kicking and screaming Sheen as she leaves the lab.)
Sheen (off camera): Noo-ooo! Why is no one doing anything!
Damacus: Tabessa!
(Damacus grits his teeth in frustration. He angrily snatches the phone and begins to dial furiously.)
(CUT To EXT Shot - Tabessa drags Sheen down a dark, creepy street. A light post flickers off, an injured scream is heard followed by an explosion. Sheen looks around in frightened discomfort at the ominous atmosphere. Tabessa sighs lazily.)
Sheen: Do you think it's safe that we should be walking around at this time of night?
Tabessa: Night? It ain't night yet, it's only five p.m.
(Sheen blinks with shock at the miserly sky.)
Sheen: But.. It's so dark.
Tabessa: Yup, that's what the sky looks like after sixty years of non-stop pollution. 'Course the robots don't care since they don't breathe.
(Tabessa stops by a newspaper box. She releases Sheen.)
Tabessa: Hold up, I gotta get today's paper.
(She kicks the box with a quick punt, glass shatters as three newspapers plop to the dusty concrete. She scoops one up and reads the front page, which states: WRETCHED HUMANS! YES, WE STILL HATE YOU! YOU SHALL CONTINUE TO GO FORTH AND LOOK UPON THE CARCASSES OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TRANSGRESSED AGAINST OUR MIGHTY RULE AND BEG US FOR KIND MERCY! Sheen's face pales as he reads over her shoulder.)
Tabessa (touched): How sweet! The robots must've been in a good mood when they dug that ol' chestnut up!
(Sheen sees this chance to escape, he takes off down the street in speedy fear. Tabessa notices this and tosses the paper to the ground as Sheen zips into an alleyway.)
Tabessa: Oh for.. (She raises her voice.) I'm just gonna end up catching you, y'know!
(Tabessa sprints after him in determined pursuit.)
Tabessa (off camera): Hey, stupid! I know you heard me!
(CUT TO Sheen running down the dark alley. He huffs in panicked volume as he jumps over a dented trashcan and a terrier-sized cockroach, he speeds up as he glances behind his shoulder. He slams into a tall skeleton looking robot, landing on his butt painfully. Sheen screams as the robot peers at him with unemotional interest, blue lights flash for its eyes. Rusty bayonet blades erupt from its forearms.)
Skeletal robot: New target found. Target is in fight or flight mode. Proceeding to delete target in twelve seconds.
Tabessa (off-camera): Make way for me!
(Tabessa leaps over Sheen and plants a flying kick square in the robot's chest. The robot stumbles madly but keeps its balance; its eyes flicker on and off.)
Skeletal robot: Unknown target has rudely assaulted unit.
Tabessa (impudently): Oh, I accidentally kicked you, so sorry!
(Tabessa then executes a roundhouse kick at the robot's thighs. It falls with a loud clatter, its metal body screeches unpleasantly from the friction of metal on concrete. The robot points at Tabessa in an accusing matter.)
Skeletal robot: New target is not sorry. For it has just assaulted unit again.
(Tabessa reaches for her gun holstered onto her boot in liquid speed. She clicks the safety off and walks toward the robot and aims her weapon at its head.)
Tabessa: Two wrongs make a right, gearbox!
(Tabessa fires point blank at the robot's head. It bursts in fireworks of sparks and a splash of red oil-like liquid. Sheen's mouth is agape in a silent scream. Tabessa reholsters her gun to her boot; she regards Sheen in orderly calm.)
Tabessa: I take you won't be doing anymore running off, now.
Sheen (in a croaked voice): How can you be so calm, after what just happened?
Tabessa (she scoffs): What? That? Those B0-N3 models are weaklings, everyone and their dog has totaled at least a dozen in their lifetime.
(Sheen gapes in silence yet again. Tabessa rolls her eyes.)
Tabessa: Oh please, don't think you can patronize me with your silent wonder. (Her tone becomes more of a darker edge) What do you think of the future so far? (The camera ZOOMS in slowly for a close up of future girl's face) Does it disturb you that all of your family and friends are most likely feeding maggots and worms six feet under the ground? How humanity has fallen into some freak stone age, struggling to survive from the cruel claws and weapons of our heinous robot overlords; the very automatons that crave the marrow from our bones and gaily dream of gargling our tortured souls before swallowing it like warm breakfast toast. How kids my age live and breath for the hunt for metallic monsters, the only entertainment that beguiles our interest in this cutthroat environment of pillage and gunfire. How robotic fledglings are taught to clamour for our warm blood like twisted bedtime stories in order to lull them-
(Soft snoring is heard, the camera ZOOMS out quickly to show that Sheen has fallen asleep; clearly bored by her tedious, yet foreboding, drivel. Tabessa stares in comical surprise at his discourtesy.)
Tabessa (mad): Hey, are you sleeping? You are aren't you! You can't fall asleep while I educate you with the disturbing truth that plagues my present! Wake up, you ill mannered past-ling!
(Sheen continues to snooze. Tabessa clenches her fists with shaking fury.)
Tabessa (yelling!): I SAID, WAKE UP!
(CUE Rotating Atom.)