April 25, 2013
“Everything you’ve ever wanted. Every desire, light or dark. An entire expanse of hopes and dreams, starved of a single thing. A whispers’ breath that would give all life, meaning and color. A razors’ edge, forged of words, upon which the world sits. Imagine the bliss of such a thing, the miracle of it’s knowing, the sight of a blessing true… And now it’s weight, sharp and heavy.The burden a tear, a creeping doubt, while one’s worth, unsure. Tis a good man who places his faith in others, yet the brave shelter it within. To be so brave… A blessing salted, turned fear of a possibility, too possibly true. Which fool greater? He who fears life’s woes; or it’s joys?” - Akil N. DeBerry, Inner Dialogue 0.001.

“Everything you’ve ever wanted. Every desire, light or dark. An entire expanse of hopes and dreams, starved of a single thing. A whispers’ breath that would give all life, meaning and color. A razors’ edge, forged of words, upon which the world sits. Imagine the bliss of such a thing, the miracle of it’s knowing, the sight of a blessing true… And now it’s weight, sharp and heavy.The burden a tear, a creeping doubt, while one’s worth, unsure. Tis a good man who places his faith in others, yet the brave shelter it within. To be so brave… A blessing salted, turned fear of a possibility, too possibly true. Which fool greater? He who fears life’s woes; or it’s joys?” - Akil N. DeBerry, Inner Dialogue 0.001.


April 4, 2012
And so let us finish this… ‘Youngest’ A Novel by Akil N. DeBerry (EXCERPT) Chapter 1

This is a work of mine I decided late last year, would be my fist ever novel that I would complete! I wanted to finish it sooner this year but life pleasantly got in the way! So I’m taking this week out to finish it up and complete it, I’d love any input anyone has to give.

I don’t know how it is for others, when judging the feel and rightness of their own work, but I find I’m never really sure how my stuff truly sounds to others, let alone my self. To me it doesn’t sound right or wrong, great or terrible, it simply sounds  as it should, and perhaps what I need to learn is that that is not only enough, but far beyond it!

So take a read and let me know what you think! Thanks again for the help!

Illustration by Carlos Smith

‘Youngest’ A Novel by Akil N. DeBerry. Chapter1 (UNEDITED)

Chapter 1: Summons

“Stay true Mr. Gallen,” Toliver shouted over the storm.

“Aye sir!” Mr. Gallen yelled back, “worry not Captain, worry not!” He said as he wrestled the helm.

They stood only a foot apart, but Toliver could still only barely hear his First Mate.

The sea around them had become a monstrous thing without out cause.

Toliver looked up into to a clear sky. The sun in the distance just beginning it’s climb into the day, and as far as he could tell, the tempest effected only their ship in the straight.

This is mad! Toliver thought as another wave crashed onto the deck of his ship.

As the new day grew into midday, ‘The Wayward Dream’, a war vessel of even her size and girth, was thrashed about by wind and rain as if a toy.

“Latch down those lines!” Toliver shouted out to the few men he allowed to brave the storm.

The storm had shown no sign of weakening since it began, and so thinking it best, refreshed his deck hands as often as he could, wanting only alert men on his deck in this chaos. 

A fatigued man in this, Toliver thought as another cold wave washed over him, is a dead man.

As the storm raged on, time became a strange memory. He couldn’t tell what hour it truly was. 

Between the freezing spray and blinding wind, aglow with the light of the sun from the clear sky above. He no longer trusted his senses.

Not in this, Toliver thought, as a strange smell lingering in the the crazed air hooked his attention.

As the world around him boiled in turmoil, Toliver calmed him self and concentrated on the peculiar scent.

Toliver’s eyes shot open, salt water running across his unblinking eyes, as his jaw clenched in rage.

He knew who sent this evil storm. And he was sure he even knew why.

This is how you fetch me? Toliver wanted to shout, but the straining muscles of his neck and jaw would not permit.

“Captain?” Mr. Gallen asked, noticing even in the brewing storm, the the dangerous light in his Captain’s eyes.

Working his jaw Toliver managed only a whisper. “Stay true.”

“Aye Sir!” Mr. Gallen said nervously as Toliver’s whisper continued to echo in his ears, almost deafening.

The storm had lasted a day and a night.

Toliver stood in the dim morning light, as his men where already busy checking the ship for damage and fixing what could be fixed.

With a sneer he watched the horizon, just north of the just now rising sun.

“The stars have moved considerably, Captain.” Mr. Gallen stated calmly.

“Aye,” Toliver said looking up to the still visible stars, “have the men repair only what must be. I want all ranks, in honor dress, on the deck in formation within the hour.”

The never questioning Mr. Gallen, nodded his head and went off to make sure his Captain’s orders where carried out.

Toliver shook his head in guilt, they all trust me far more then they should.

Before the hour was out, the deck of the Wayward Dream, was brimming with mirror polished half plate. Shimmering swords, inlayed with gold and silver reliefs, and towering long spears, whose naps wavered with crisp white banners, depicting in gold tread, a winged horse with talons and claws, rearing and ready for flight.

A full legion of men stood ready upon the deck, as still as statues, waiting patiently for Toliver’s words.

Toliver took a deep breath.

The smell of lavender had peaked during the hight of the storm, and now only drifted in the air lightly. But a few had noticed it still.

First a violent storm without clouds, then a sea that smelled of Lavender, and yet not one of his men grew shaken, and for good reason.

In their time with Toliver they had seen far stranger, and now expecting the impossible as if common place.

Toiver also did not see it fit to fill his ranks with men who could not adjust to the unknown. 

They had all chosen an impossible task, and only men use to the impossible would stand victorious in the end.

“We have been summoned.” Toliver told his men loudly, “To a Hall far more dangerous then any before.”

Pointing northeast to the distance horizon, “soon a group of Isles will appear,” Toliver continued. “The Isles of Bailfray.”

That last earned a quite rustle from his men. They knew of the likes that called that forbidden chain of islands home.

“What business has the Council with us Captain?” Mr. Gallen asked.

“I don’t think it was the Council that sent that storm.” Toliver told him.

“Then who Captain?” Zane asked calmly.

“The High Lady I expect.” Toliver said.

Another rustle sounded through his men.

“Have we wronged her perhaps?” Jobe pondered aloud.

“That’s always possible with our lot.” Zeres joked.

“Aye.” Toliver admitted with a smile.

“Maybe she seeks hire?” Young Gin asked.

Toliver nodded, “Who knows why the High Lady Lillanna has called us.” He lied, “she has, and all we can do is prepare.”

A wave of nods spread across his men.

All eyes watched the Isles of Bailfray as they crept towards them from the horizon.

The tails of the islands, the homes of wizards, where as strange and bizarre as the rumors that surrounded Toliver and his men. Any of them could be true.

As they neared, Mr. Gallen ran to Toliver’s side.

“Captain I’m not sure what I’m seeing,” Mr. Gallen said motioning for Toliver to follow him to the edge of the boat, “but there,” he said pointing his massive hand at a strange break in the waters ahead.

Toliver clapped him on the shoulder, “You never cease to amaze, Mr. Gallen!” He said with pride.

Mr. Gallen’s back straitened as he smiled, “thank you Captain,” he said, then becoming confused asked, “but why Captain?”

Toliver placed three fingers to Mr. Gallen’s temple, “Because even without seeing, you manage to see.”

Mr. Gallen’s eyes grew wide as a massive dome appeared before him. Sprouting up from the strange break in the ocean, it’s surface, somewhat transparent, moved and swirled like water, while sparkling with tiny shards of violet light.

“Captian?” Mr. Gallen said with with dry lips, “what is that?”

“That Mr. Gallen, is a blessing wall,” Toliver said looking up a the giant dome. “Only those with permission or those summoned by the council, can pass through it, alive. Cast long ago in history by Bailfray himself.”

Mr. Gallen turned from the dome in thought, “Alive? But then Captain,” he said looking to Toliver, “was it we, or only you that was summoned?”

Toliver smiled again, “only me.”

Mr. Gallen jumped with realization, “But we can’t let you go ahead alone! We are your guard!” He demanded.

Toliver shook him by the shoulders, “my dear man. I have no intentions of going alone.” He said as a memory flooded his mind.

“‘Never do as expected.” Toliver cited, “Uncertainty breeds fear in the strongest of men, and fear is the strongest of weapons against unkind odds.’” He finished.

“We are about to enter a world of unkind odds, Mr. Gallen.” Toliver told him, “And I will not be leaveing, not a single one of you behind, to miss out on all the fun.” He joked warmly.

“But how Captian?” Mr. Gallen probed.

“Have the men link,” Toliver said turning from him to the isles in the distance, “all of them to you.”

“Me?” Mr. Gallen asked, nodding with a flowering undersanding of his Captian’s plan.

“Yes,” Toliver said turning back to Mr. Gallen, “and then you will like with the ship.”

“The ship?” Mr. Gallen asked, all again confused.

“Don’t worry man,” Toliver said stricking Mr. Gallen friendly arcoss the shoulder, “it’s the same as a normal link. And you’ll be abe to manage it better then any else.” Toliver boasted.

Still not sure Mr. Gallen nodded, “as you command Captian.”

As Mr. Gallen turned to give orders to the men, Toliver turned back to the Isles, and up at the spell that encircled it, remembering.

When last he passed through it, he could only feel it, being far to weak to grasp it’s presence with his eyes. 

A strange sensation, he could clearly still remember. A tingling of both hot and cold, as if his skin was confused as to what it felt, passing over him heavily. 

And there it was. As he was now, he could see it. 

A sphere of air that shimmered in the light. Half of it rising from the waters surrounding the main Island and soaring up, endlessly into the sky where at some point all sides met. While the other half sunk beneath the oceans waves, coming together and finishing the spheres‘ field of protection, down deep in the icy depths.

“From back ranks to forward ranks, link!” Mr. Gallen shouted.

Turning around to watch, Toliver smiled with pride.

Even a simple linking was considered High Magic. 

It evolved the manipulation of one’s own essence, their very soul. Drawing it out at a single point, from the the heart being the most stable, and joining it with the essence of another. Becoming one at the base of your very existence. 

At which all was shared, all but memories, with skills and knowledge only available through reflex or great need.

Beginning at the end of ranks, from the center of their polished plate, a stem of wispy white light, only visible to those linking or linked, grew and stretched forth, connecting to the center of the man’s back to their front. 

With each connection a wave of of euphoria washed across the eyes of all connected. 

The web of lights jumped from man to man, creeping up the ranks to the first man, where Mr. Gallen stood ready to receive them. 

All at once, from each of the thirty lines of ranks came a ghostly, now rope, of light that reached out and pierced Mr. Gallen’s heart. 

From the shock of so many emotions, wants, and hopes he staggered, but only for a moment. 

He’s grown quite strong, Toliver thought.

Gritting his teeth, Mr. Gallen centered him self, and once sure of his step, walked to the ships main mast. 

From his heart came a stretch of pure white light, a hand’s span wide, that entered the wood of the mast, and ignited every board, nail and rope of the ship with the same white light. The eyes of his men looked in wonder at the ship as it glowed with their combined essence.

“Well done Mr. Gallen!” Toliver said turning back to the spelled sphere, now very close.

“Thank you Captain.” Mr. Gallen said looking in awe with the other men.

“Now, every man take a knee, and brace your selves!” Toliver commanded.

Everyone of them fell to the deck with their left knee and awaited.

Toliver stood near the bow of the ship, and from his chest a light began to bloom. 

But unlike the others, his was not a wispy thing, ghostly in presence, his was unimaginably solid. Like a beam of steel ready for shaping, white with heat, the world seemed to shy away from it, or perhaps was absorbed by it, as the two hands wide length of light snaked to the very tip of the ships’ bow. 

At it’s touch, the emotions of his men burst into being, in his mind. 

So many, Toliver thought as he breathed slowly to steady himself, “everyone alright?” He asked, turning to his men.

Half of them laid face down on the deck, breathing raggedly, as the other half still held a knee, if only barely. 

“Thank you” Toliver whispered to the Wayward Dream. It had served as a buffer in the linking, and had preformed beautifuly. 

All of them are still alive, Toliver tought thankfully.

“Aye Captain,” Mr. Gallen said raising with sure footing, breathing deeply and slowly.

Toliver smiled with pride, “good man Mr. Gallen. Now take us through the spell.”

“Aye Captain!”

The Wayward Dream, at full sail came fast at the protective shield. 

Every man on deck, now recovered, waited confidently for the unknown. 

Toliver, at the Bow, was the first to past through. 

His skin tinglinged with heat and shuddered with cold, all at once. As he and ship pierced the dome.

Turning, he watched as his men and rest of his ship pass through the spell unharmed.

  Toliver released a long breath, he hadn’t noticed he was holding.

Sailing up to an the main island, they docked at an ancient stone dock, void of any movement.

As his men finished docking, Toliver looked out to the empt dock, irratated.

“All lines secure Captain. Shall we…”

“We aren’t even enough of a bother,” Toliver pouted, “to even send an escort, are we?”

“No Captain, ‘you’ are not.” Mr. Gallen joked. “Remember, you were to arrive here by your self,” Mr. Gallen said, then taking notice of the mischief grin on his Captain’s face, “I know that look.” He said with laugh, “Dear Gods Captain, what are you about to do?”

“Not me, ‘we’.” Toliver said with a sly grin. “Let’s stir things up a bit shall we,” Toliver said turning to his waiting troops, “Men,” he said, addressing the deck,”how about we start a little trouble.”

The nervous expressions that spotted a few of his men’s faces, soon vanished as they all grinned boyishly.

“Spears at the ready, Shields at the ready!” Toliver yelled, not a soul moved, only their eyes becoming vague with a distant stare, “Spears target the castle,” Toliver said, pointing in the distance to the barely visible tops of a grand castle. “Shields worry not of strength, only size. I want your largest field! And worry not everyone, with us linked, your range and power will be,” Toliver said as his grin deepened into a broad smile, “very surprising.” 

He turned back to look at the tower tops of the castle in the distance, “now!”

The home of the Great Council, the Castle Bailfray, buzzed with life. 

It’s halls filled with the movings and comings of hundreds. 

Great Wizards and Sorceress, to new apprentices went about their important business with purpose and diligence. 

The Great Halls boomed with chatter. Over history or science, of news or faith. 

The Dining Halls sounded with the scrape and rasp of hundreds of forks and knifes, as the Castles’ inhabitants filled themselves with the Castles’ unparalleled cuisine.  

The Library Halls vibrated with the quiet sound of turning pages and mumbled words.

While the he Practice Halls echoed with rigorous instruction, as teacher taught student about the wonders, hidden in the world around them. 

The Castle as always roared with the sound of knowledge and the pursuit of it; until that is, a clear wall , like visible heat washed over and through it’s halls. 

Through brick or bone, spell or ward, it mattered not. The wave pierced all, and at it’s touch each soul saw their end. Dealt almost lazily by a man most did not know, and yet a small few did. 

Silence filled the castle like water, for impossible moments till the cries of the weak and unhindged replaced it with the wales of fear and dread.

The invisible wall of killing intent, coninued on past the castle, coming to the other end of the island, and then moving even further. 

Venturing over the stretch of ocean between the main island and the next. The wall came to an island, nearly as big as the main island. And as the wall moved through the forest, it brought the natural chatter of the beast that lived there to an errie still. 

As the wall of vile intent moved for the center island, it came to a small circular hut, of bark and wood. 

The wall smashed the hut with the same force as it did the castle, and seemed to have reached it’s limit as it diffused and fluttered away into nothingness.

The door of the small hut opened, and from within walked a women of great beauty in a flowing gown of dark violet. 

“At last,” she said with a loving smile.


March 13, 2012
A look back at Script Frenzy 2011!

A few pages of my Script Frenzy screenplay from last year, and no I did not finish it! Yes I know, shame! It started off as a simple idea then morphed into stranger fields like metaphysics, the nature of perception it’s self, religion and lots more. I know, I got carried away with a good idea, that soon became a great idea, which at times for us writers, can also mean an impossible idea! 

Lidia is a world with the usual cyberpunk themes and a few new ones. Corporations that rival for power, as governments bend to their power. Social differences are vast and near permanent! Mega cities and mega slums. World wide connections dependent on bio components, I call Technicians.

The tag line was, “Evolution is not always forwards, at times it moves back.”

‘Lidia’ A Script by Akil N. DeBerry

Cyberpunk

(UNEDITED)

          FADE IN:                                                         

          EXT. OUTER CITY - THE FIELDS - DAY                               

          A group of young boys sit, crouched beside a wide ribbon of      

          trash and debris. They dig in the trash until their hands        

          strike a dampness that covers their hands with cold water.       

          They take an assortment of varying sized buckets, stained        

          and dirty, and plunge them beneath the trash using the holes     

          they dug by hand. When they pull the buckets up, they splash     

          with the cold river water that lays beneath the thick veneer     

          of trash and waste.                                              

          With their buckets in hand they run up a narrow trail,           

          littered with trash and covered by a dense forest canopy.        

          They stop and and look at their home.                            

          EXT. OUTER CITY - THE GROVE - DAY                                

          The Grove, a mega slum towering into the sky on the backs of     

          oblong and misshaped buildings built from the very trash of      

          the mega city of Lidia, and topped with a forest, that fill      

          it’s combined roofs.                                             

          The boys continue their run through the thick masses that        

          fill the cramped slum, of winding streets and narrow spaces.     

          They come to an entrance at the base of one of the massive       

          buildings and run inside.                                        

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - DAY                                         

          They run up a flight of lopsided stairs. A combination of        

          electrical cables and roots webbing and knotting along the       

          buildings’ ceilings and walls, of it’s dark lightless halls      

          and corridors.                                                   

          They come to a large room that has a rift in its ceiling,        

          leaving it open to the sky, hundreds of feet up. A group of      

          men man a fire pit that holds a massive cauldron of bubbling     

          water in which the young boys add their contribution from        

          the river.                                                       

                              MAN 1                                        

                    Nicely done, boys.                                     

          The man gives each of them an approving smile and then goes      

          back to manning the flames.                                                                                                    

          The men place a large metal top on top the cauldron, that        

          has a long spout that runs down and drips the steamed water      

          into large buckets.                                              

          The men grab buckets of clean water and begin to carry them      

          deeper into the building. The young boys, taking two of them     

          to carry a single bucket follow the men slowly but               

          determinedly.                                                    

          They come to a door surrounded by people, all carrying           

          worried or concerned expression.                                 

          The sound of CRIES and MOANING permeate the door from the        

          other side.                                                      

          The men place the buckets of water down, next to the door. A     

          woman opens the door as they do, the SCREAMS of pain fill        

          the long narrow halls.                                           

                              MIDWIFE 1                                    

                    Thank you, more then enough.                           

          She forced a smile.                                              

                              MAN 1                                        

                    Is there anything else we can do.                      

                              MIDWIFE 1                                    

                    No, no the others should be on                         

                    their way with…                                    

          The women stops and looks down the corridor in the opposite      

          direction the men came from, as did everyone. A group of         

          women where moving almost at a run for the room.                 

                              MIDWIFE 1                                    

                    Here they are. No, we need nothing                     

                    else but stay close, just encase.                      

                              MAN 1                                        

                    Of course.                                             

          The group of women finish the distance to the door and hand      

          the MIDWIFE a bundle of tattered rages.                          

                              WOMEN 2                                      

                    They’re the cleanest we could find,                    

                    I hope it’s enough.                                    

                              MIDWIFE 1                                    

                    It will have to be.                                    

          SCREAMS fill the corridor from behind the door.                  

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - LIVING SPACE - DAY                          

          In the the filth and dirt that covers the tight, cramp room,     

          a young women CRIES out in pain, surrounded by a small group     

          of women. Candles fill the windowless room with a warm           

          light.                                                           

          A man sits in a corner and looks on with concern flooding        

          his features.                                                    

          The young women is giving birth.                                 

          She wales as she pushes, as the Midwives help as much as         

          they can.                                                        

          The young women CRIES out and one of the Midwives around her     

          reaches down and pulls up into view, a baby boy.                 

          A midwife brings the bundle of tattered rags and unrolls         

          them. She then shakes her head at the dirt stained cloths.       

          She looks down at her dress, a much cleaner garment even         

          with the edged border of grime along the dress’s hem. The        

          midwife looks to the others and shrugs. She drops the rages      

          and tears a good portion of her dress, shakes it free of         

          loose dirt and then hands it to the others.                      

          They rap the baby in the dress and hand the baby to the          

          mother. The man in the corner, the father, moves to the          

          mother and kisses them both.                                     

                                                              FADE TO:     

          EXT. OUTER CITY - THE FIELDS - DAY                               

          Ten years later.                                                 

          A boy runs through the fields of trash with his friends,         

          laughing and playing.                                            

          They come up to a clearing and pause in awe as they gaze         

          into the distance.                                               

          The boy looks on, smiling.                                       

          A loud spike of STATIC burst into life, and only the boy         

          reacts to the deafening sound.                                   

          He becomes scared and frightened as his vision pixalates,        

          and  the sound of STATIC and countless VOICES grow in his        

          head. He falls to the ground screaming. His friends crowed       

          around him, in worry.                                            

          The boy squeezes his he eyes Shut.                               

          BOY’S POV                                                        

          In the blackness the hectic waling of VOICES, STATIC and the     

          boys quickened BREATHING peak, then begin to slowly fade as      

          the boys BREATHING slows and steadies. Replaced by a growing     

          sound of a woman’s SINGING, but that to quickly fades.           

          RETURN TO SCENE:                                                 

          The boy opens his eyes, his friends help him up with worried     

          faces. The boy looks to them smiling, and then locks eyes        

          with the mega city of Lidia in the distance.                     

                                                              FADE TO:     

          INT. OUTER CITY - THE GROVE - DAY                                

          A year later.                                                    

          The boy walks through the body packed streets, the towering      

          slums blocking much of the open sky, the forest on their         

          tops blocking what ever was left.                                

          The boy shakes his head, and looks disoriented. He moves to      

          a side alley and hunches in the filth. The crushing sound of     

          STATIC and VOICES fill his head. He shakes in pain.              

          He closes his eyes, and begins to breath deeply. The sound       

          of STATIC and VOICES fade and becomes slowly replaced by a       

          woman’s SINGING, but that to quickly fades.                      

          The boy open’s his eyes and smiles.                              

                                                              FADE TO:     

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - BOY’S ROOM - DAY                            

          The boy lights a candle, filling his cramped, windowless         

          room with orange light. He sits down in a corner of the room     

          and closes his eyes. He breaths deeply.                          

          He moves his head about, as if searching for something with      

          his closed eyes. Turning his head to the side, he hears it.      

          Lowly, barely audible to him, he hears the sound of a woman      

          SINGING, but it soon fades away. He open’s his eyes and          

          smiles. With a face of triumph he closes his eyes and again      

          try’s to hear the song.                                             

          EXT. SLUM BUILDING - ROOF - DAY                                  

          Climbing from out of a crack that splits the buildings open,     

          the boy pulls hims self up to it’s roof. He walks amongst        

          the sea of antenna and wires that cover the roof almost as       

          thickly as the dense roots. Antenna stand attached to            

          anything, building or tree trunk clustering the elevated         

          forest bed with webs of metal.                                   

          He comes to the edge of the forest, and the edge of the          

          buildings’ roof and sits against a broad tree trunk, facing      

          the mega city in the distance. Holding his folded knees in       

          his arms he closes his eyes and concentrates.                    

          GROVE FOREST - TIME LAPSE MONTAGE                                

          The boy holds his siting position, but his cloths and hair       

          rapidly change as the sky turns from day to night and back       

          again.                                                           

          As he sits the sounds of STATIC and countless VOICES grow so     

          loud that they become no longer distinguishable.                 

          The boy’s head turns to the side and concentration fills his     

          features. The sound of his slow and steady BREATHING begins      

          to over power the noise of STATIC and VOICES.                    

          All the sounds slowly begin to fade away, leaving the boy in     

          a soundless void.                                                

          And out of this void a faint sound of SINGING grows slowly,      

          until it fills everything, the slum, the forest, and the         

          boy.                                                             

          The boy open’s his eyes and smiles, the sound of SINGING         

          staying with him, and not once fading.                           

                                                              FADE TO:     

          INT. REPUBLIC OF LIDIA - KARDON CORPORATION HQ - MEETING         

          ROOM - DAY                                                       

          A group of men sit around a table, in a grand room that          

          looks out over the entire city.                                  

                              CHAIRMEN DIRECTOR SMITH                      

                    It has come to my attention that                       

                    our population of Techs has                            

                    steadily been dropping, what is the                    

                    reason?                                              

                              DIRECTOR JOHNSON                             

                    It is true, I fear Mr. Chairmen.                       

                    Other companies have been sending                      

                    out heavy recruiting patrols, to                       

                    every possible corner of the world.                    

                    Even here, foreign corporations                        

                    have invaded our land and stole our                    

                    most precious commodity.                               

                              DIRECTOR WILLIAMS                            

                    It was only last quarter when a                        

                    division of our men stumbled across                    

                    a foreign cell. We attempted to                        

                    capture one alive, but by the time                     

                    the smoke cleared all were                             

                    terminated.                                            

                              CHAIRMEN DIRECTOR SMITH                      

                    What is our current holdings in                        

                    terms of Technicians?                                  

                              DIRECTOR JONES                               

                    Currently our bank of Technicians                      

                    numbers 60,000 fully trained and                       

                    operational and an additional                          

                    12,000, currently in training.                         

                              CHAIRMEN DIRECTOR SMITH                      

                    And our competition?                                   

                              DIRECTOR JONES                               

                    As our current information holds,                      

                    Steiner Corp. a mere 30,000. Horak                     

                    Industries an estimated 52,000.                        

                    Morozov Inc. 26,000. And our main                      

                    comparator Thomson Dynamics,                           

                    68,000.                                                

          The room of men shift in their seats uncomfortably.              

                              CHAIRMEN DIRECTOR SMITH                      

                    As of today, all Tech recruiting                       

                    will be boosted by 40%. We are the                     

                    world’s great power, and it will                       

                    remain so! Director Jones.                             

                              DIRECTOR JONES                               

                    Yes, Mr. Chairmen?                                     

                              CHAIRMEN DIRECTOR SMITH                      

                    Amplify and boost all city wide                        

                    signals. I want every last soul,                       

                    sensitive to Analog Sickness to cry              

                    out in the streets for our gracious                    

                    help. Every soul inside… and                       

                    outside the city.                                      

          The corporation finds more techs in the Grove then the city,     

          because signals a far weaker normally when they leave the        

          city. So the Corporation aims signals directly at the Grove      

          to gather all the A.S. victims that they had missed over the     

          past years.                                                      

                              DIRECTOR JONES                               

                    As you wish, Mr. Chairmen.                             

          INT. REPUBLIC OF LIDIA - KARDON CORPORATION TOWER - CONTROL      

          ROOM - DAY                                                       

          Director Jones walks through the highly advanced building to     

          the main control room.                                           

          A scientist looks to him as he walks into the room.              

          Director Jones nodes to the scientist, then leaves.              

          The scientist moves to a control board, and begins the           

          process of amping the city’s signals.                            

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - BOY’S ROOM - NIGHT                          

          The boy lays in his bed, asleep and dreaming soundly along       

          with the sound of a woman’s SINGING.                             

          The SINGING is slowly replaced by a deafening amount of          

          STATIC and VOICES. The boy wakes in shock to the noise, and      

          stumbles to his feet.                                            

          Confused, he stands still and closes his eyes, breathing         

          deeply. The sounds begin to lower, but then stop.                

          The boy open’s his eyes, fear filling his face as the sound      

          of STATIC and VOICES fill his head, yet not till bursting.       

          He falls to his knees and begins to rock back and forth.         

          CITY OF LIDIA - MONTAGE                                          

          INT. REPUBLIC OF LIDIA - GROCERY STORE - DAY                     

          A women is busy at work in a grocery store. She falls to the     

          ground screaming, holding her head in her hands.                 

          A group of men, Recruiters, walk into the grocery store          

          through the crowd of people standing over the women. One of      

          the Recruiters places a small device on her neck. The women      

          stops shouting.                                                  

          The Recruiters walk her to their vehicle out side.               

          EXT. REPUBLIC OF LIDIA - STREET - DAY                            

          A man driving his vehicle, jumps and grabs his head in shock     

          as it’s filled with a crushing noise of STATIC and VOICES.       

          He swerves off the road and into a building.                     

          Recruiters arrive and walk up to the crashed vehicle. They       

          open the vehicle door, and the man is still inside, rocking      

          back and forth. One of them place a small device on his neck     

          and he stops screaming.                                          

          The Recruiters walk the man to their vehicle.                    

          EXT. REPUBLIC OF LIDIA - STREETS - DAY                           

          SCREAMS of pain and fear fill the streets of Lidia, as           

          hundreds of Recruiters fill and scour the streets, Their         

          vehicles filling the streets of the city.                        

                                                              FADE TO:     

          EXT. OUTER CITY - THE GROVE - MONTAGE                            

          Recruiters walk and fill the streets and buildings,              

          searching. Groups of recruiters enter the hundreds of            

          buildings, as other groups exit with a person in their           

          custody, a small device flashing on their necks.                 

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - DAY                                         

          A group of  armed Recruiters walk through the dark               

          corridors, as people try their best to get out of their way.     

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    What are we doing back in this                         

                    sector?                                         

                              RECRUITER 2                                  

                    Scouts were receiving some strange                     

                    signal patterns in this area,                          

                    possibly a Corporation Cell.                           

                              RECRUITER 3                                  

                    So, here to investigate, and if                        

                    need be…                                           

          RECRUITER 3 locks and loads his weapon.                          

                              RECRUITER 3                                  

                    Terminate.                                             

          The squad of Recruiters come to a door, and position them        

          selves around it.                                                

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Go!                                                    

          The squad burst into the room.                                   

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - LIVING SPACE - DAY                          

          The squad discover a single man and a single women in the        

          room, force them to the ground, and search the room.             

          A pair move on to the other rooms but find nothing. Upon the     

          last room, they burst in, guns ready to fire.                    

          INT. SLUM BUILDING - BOY’S ROOM - DAY                            

          The boy sits in the corner of the room, completely oblivious     

          to the armed men, rocking back and forth. Not making a           

          single sound, eyes closed.                                       

          The Recruiters enter the room, and look at the boy               

          curiously.                                                       

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Have you ever seen that?                               

                              RECRUITER 2                                  

                    Never.                                                 

                              RECRUITER 3                                  

                    He’s suffering from A.S., but he’s                     

                    holding the full force of it back                      

                    somehow. I’ve never meet one that                      

                    wasn’t screaming.                                      

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Parks! Get me a reading!                               

          Recruiter PARKS pulls from his belt pouch a scanning device      

          and holds it in front of the boy.                                

                              RECRUITER PARKS                              

                    He’s reading hot sir. Sir…                         

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    What is it Parks?                                      

                              RECRUITER PARKS                              

                    This boy… the boy is the                           

                    disturbance, all signals around him                    

                    are being… bent away?                              

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Snap him out of it, tag him!                           

          Parks pulls a tag from his pouch and places it on the boy’s      

          neck, the tag begins to flash. The boy open’s his eyes.          

                              BOY                                          

                    Who are you. Where’s mom and dad?                      

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    What were you doing, just now?                         

                              BOY                                          

                         (confusedly)                                      

                    Listening.                                             

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    To what?                                               

                              BOY                                          

                    The music. It helps keep the noise                     

                    out. Where’s mom and dad?                              

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    You’ve got new parents now.                            

          The lead Recruiter turns from the boy, to his men.               

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Call HQ, tell them we have                             

                    something… something new.   

          EXT. OUTER CITY - THE GROVE - DAY                                

          The group of armed Recruiters and the Boy exit the building.     

          They walk through the Grove as the other Recruiters go about     

          their work. But as they move through the slum the eyes of        

          everyone falls on the small boy and the armed Recruiters         

          escorting him, with guns drawn.                                  

          They arrive at their vehicle and help the boy in.                

          The Vehicle moves out, at the head of a progression of like      

          Vehicles, that run back endlessly into the slum                  

          INT. RECRUITER VEHICLE - DAY                                     

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    What are HQ’s orders?                                  

          The Recruiter driving answers.                                   

                              DRIVING RECRUITER                            

                    We haven’t been able to get a clear                    

                    line. We’re getting nothing but                        

                    noise, there’s interference coming                     

                    from somewhere.                                        

          All the Recruiter’s in the back of the vehicle look to each      

          other then at the young boy, who sits smiling deeply.            

                              RECRUITER 2                                  

                    Can’t be. Is his tag working, he                       

                    should be shielded.                                    

                              RECRUITER 1                                  

                    Parks?                                                 

          Recruiter Parks takes out a scanner and checks the tag.          

                              RECRUITER PARKS                              

                    No the tag is working properly,                        

                    but… He’s receiving signals any                    

                    way. Not signals…                                  

          BOY’S POV                                                        

          The boy looks up to the Recruiters talking, but hears            

          nothing they say. Their voices are muted by the sound of a       

          woman’s SINGING.                                                 

          RETURN TO SCENE:   

                              RECRUITER PARKS (CONT’D)                     

                    Noise? He’s forcefully pulling                         

                    noise through the shield tag?                          

          The Recruiters look at each other uncomfortably.                 

          RETURN TO SCENE:                                                 

                                                              FADE TO:     

          INT. RECRUITER PROCESSING CENTER - DAY                           

          The Recruiter’s vehicle comes to a stop in a massive room,       

          lined with similar vehicles and other types.                     

          A stream of people, escorted by Recruiters are making their      

          way through the room, to a white hall in the distance.           

          The vehicle door opens and the Recruiter’s hop out, still        

          carrying their guns at the ready. They make sure the area is     

          secure, and then motion for the boy to come out.                 

          The boy steps out and looks at the cleanness of the room.        

          The Recruiters begin to move and the boy follows.                

          The boy looks ahead at the white hall, where everyone one is     

          headed, but then looks confused when the armed Recruiters        

          veer him to the right to a large elevator.                       

          The boy enters the elevator, followed by the Recruiters, who     

          surround him, facing out as the elevator doors close.            

          INT. RECRUITER PROCESSING CENTER - SHUTTLE ROOM - DAY            

          The elevator opens, then the armed Recruiters exit, keeping      

          an eye on the perimeter.                                         

          The shuttle room is lined with, great tubes, which are           

          filled with open topped shuttles, that ride an electric           

          single rail.                                                     

          The boy is escorted to the arriving shuttle. With part of        

          the group of Recruiters sitting in front and the other           

          behind him, the shuttle moves down the rail at a ever            

          growing speed.                                                   

          They travel a dark tunnel lined with lights, until up ahead,     

          day light strikes the tunnel tube.             

          INT./EXT. SHUTTLE TUNNEL/CITY OF LIDIA - DAY                     

          The shuttle tube exits the walled tunnel and exits into the      

          open air of the city, miles into the air, yet still between      

          the countless spires, towers and sky scrapers that fill the      

          sky endlessly in the distance.                                   

          The shuttle travels through the tube, about the building         

          tops, and the boy raises from his seat in shock, at The City     

          of Lidia.                                                        

          INT. KARDON CORPORATION SCIENCE LABS - DAY                       

          The shuttle stops inside a room part of the main lobby of        

          the building. Hundreds of people walk about, in fine dress       

          or lab coats, going about their task.                            

          The boy exits the shuttle and is escorted through the the        

          crowds, surrounded by a perimeter of the armed Recruiters,       

          and the massive lobby pauses and watches their progression.      

          INT. OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY                                      

          The young boy sits in the middle of a room, void of any          

          color but white. A bright light shining on him from above,       

          leaving shadows in the corners of the room. One of the rooms     

          walls, was completely glass, that only reflected the young       

          boys image.                                                      

          He sits, frightened. A VOICE sounds in the room from the         

          walls.                                                           

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    What is your name?                                     

                              BOY                                          

                    Akeno.                                                 

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    And how do you feel, Akeno?                            

                              AKENO                                        

                    Fine.                                                  

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    And now?                                               

          The room floods with signals, and AKENO grabs his head in        

          shock, closing his eyes, he rocks back and forth.                

          He begins to breath deeply, and the sounds of VOICES and         

          STATIC begin to fade, yet never leave him.     

          He looks up, shaking his head.                                   

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    What are you doing, are you aware                      

                    of what you are doing, Akeno.                          

                              AKENO                                        

                    Breathing, it helps the noise stop.                    

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    Yes it does. Who trained you,                          

                    taught you how to, to breath?                          

                              AKENO                                        

                    I did.                                                 

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    You?                                                   

                              AKENO                                        

                    No.                                                    

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    Then who?                                              

                              AKENO                                        

                    The song, I learned from the song.                     

                              VOICE (O.S.)                                 

                    Song?                                                  

          INT. OBSERVATION ROOM - OBSERVING ROOM - DAY                     

          A group of men stand behind another, dressed in white lab        

          coats. In a dark narrow room, with one of it’s walls made of     

          a glass that looked in of young Akeno.                           

          The man at the front of the group speaks, never looking away     

          from Akeno on the other side of the glass.                       

                              VOICE                                        

                    Interesting. Have him enter Tech                       

                    training, as all the others, but                       

                    keep a close eye on him. His                           

                    abilities to dampen signals around                     

                    him may mature into something else,                    

                    with teaching.                                         

          The men behind the man all node in agreement.                    

          INT. KARDON CORPORATION TRAINING FACILITY - MONTAGE              

          In a massive room with a high ceiling, hundreds of young         

          children sit cross legged on the floor, all dressed              

          identically. They sit motionlessly, eyes closed, features        

          firm, Akeno sits among them.                                     

          In a large room, 50 young children sit upon the floor, each      

          of their eyes following the movement of their instructor, as     

          he walks back and forth across the front of the room.            

          INT. KARDON CORPORATION TRAINING FACILITY - BOARD ROOM - DAY     

          In a long room, lined with windows that run it’s length,         

          showing the city of Lidia on the other side. A long row of       

          children sit upon the floor, facing each other with a large      

          display screen between them. The display is sectioned into       

          small grid blocks. Their is one white block at the bottom of     

          the display, representing the child facing the display, and      

          a black block at the top of the display, representing the        

          child on the other side of the display. An image appears on      

          the screen of their Instructor.                                  

                              INSTRUCTOR                                   

                    These are gird boards, the object                      

                    of this exercise is to capture all                     

                    the grids. When a grid is being                        

                    contested by your opponent, the                        

                    grid will begin to flash, giving                       

                    you warning. So you must capture                       

                    grids as quickly as possible, and                      

                    over ride the grids your opponent                      

                    has already taken… understood?                     

          The children all node to their INSTRUCTOR.                       

                              INSTRUCTOR                                   

                    Good, then begin.                                      

          The children close their eyes, some of their faces straining     

          with concentration. At first the grids light slowly towards      

          the opposite side of the board, but soon the children get        

          the trick of it and girds begin to flash endlessly across        

          the boards of the room, a small noise sounding as a child        

          wins a match.                                                    

          Akeno sits with eyes close like the rest, his face calm          

          without effort. The board before him lighting up faster then     

          any other, and sounding with a small noise. Faster and           

          faster Akeno wins his matches, until there is hardly a           

          second between the beginning of a match and the sounding of      

          a winners NOISE. His board springing with life, with lights,     

          devouring his opponents grids in a flash.                 

          As Akeno continues to consecrate harder and harder, a faint      

          sound begins to fill his head, the sound of SINGING. He          

          slowly opens his eyes, then slowly turns his head to look        

          behind him at the Lidia city scape. The sound grows.             

          The sound of the winners NOISE, sounding off constantly          

          draws the attention of all the other children in the room,       

          they all open their eyes to look down the row at Akeno, all      

          other games stopping, only his board lighting up.                

          Akeno board flashes with light, but stops, the sound of          

          SINGING leaving his head. He turns from the window and looks     

          at the board, a confusion covering his face. He bends and        

          looks around the board to his opponent. He sees the child on     

          the other side, sweating profusely and breathing heavy, eyes     

          closed with exhaustion.                                          

          Akeno bends himself straight again then notices the stares       

          of the other children, and attempts to shrink in size,           

          bringing his arms and head close to his body.                    

          A door opens at the far end of the room, the Instructor          

          enters and walks down to Akeno’s board, on the other side        

          and checks up on the exhausted child.                            

                              INSTRUCTOR                                   

                    Are you okay?                                          

          The Child nodes to him. The Instructor motions for the child     

          to move to the side, and he takes the child’s seat.              

          Akeno tight in his ball, notices nothing until his boards        

          begins to light up. He looks up and sees a small grouping of     

          white lights, slowly being to flicker and turn black. He         

          straightens himself, then closes his eyes.                       

          The white grids, all of them stop flickering. The ring of        

          black grids around his white begin to flash, then turn           

          white, but then the same black grids begin to flash again,       

          turning back to black.                                           

          Akeno concentration deepens as his face begins to reveal         

          just how how much, but his features begin to loosen and calm     

          as the sound of SINGING grows within his head. Akeno opens       

          his eye’s and turns again to the city behind him, the            

          SINGING grows louder.                                            

          The Instructor sits, eyes closed, face calm as he captures       

          another one of Akeno’s girds. But then the board remains         

          still for a second, and the Instructors’ face begins to          

          reveal confusion. One of his blocks begin to flash, one          

          lining Akeno’s last remaining grid, then another on the          

          opposite side of the board, then another, and another. The     

          Instructors face begins to strain, and he opens his eyes as      

          everyone of his grids begin to flash. As he looks on in          

          disbelief, everyone of his blocks are captured and the           

          winners NOISE sounds. Akeno stands, and walks to the side of     

          the board and bows to the Instructor.                            

                              AKENO                                        

                    Teacher, how is it a Technician is                     

                    granted permission to leave the                        

                    premises?                                              

          The Instructor looks up to the Akeno, he’s head still bent       

          waiting on his reply, and smiles to him proudly.                 

                              INSTRUCTOR                                   

                    Technician’s are the very reason                       

                    the world is able to function.                         

                    There is no service or commodity                       

                    valued greater, and no item more                       

                    sought. To be able to leave Kardon                     

                    premises a Technician must be of                       

                    weapon grade, so that they may                         

                    protect themselves if need be.                         

          Akeno looks up, turns to the window behind him then back to      

          his Instructor…         


March 8, 2012
Script Frenzy?!

Strange?! It feels like only yesterday, Script Frenzy my love, that you shattered me into miserable mushy mush! And now you return, and as tempting as ever! Definitely a love, hate relationship we have my lady! So what will we have this year? Just off the top of my head, I could finally write ‘White Lies,” “Dream Girl,” or write something I truly intend to shoot this summer! Oooh, now that sounds like a good idea! No, but I want to do something from scratch! … Man I have no idea?!


January 24, 2012
Meaningful Diversion, or Simply a Writer’s Usual Habit?!

Haven’t slept much since yesterday, perhaps only managing an hour, with eyes closed since 10am. At around 5 or 6 this morning, as I wrote about blood and awesome gore in a few tantalizing scenes of my book ‘Youngest’, I became all… And please excuse my gorse misuse of the adjectives, but a bit FUZZY WUZZY?! For no particular reason I began to write a completely different novel, one I have not even really planed out yet. But as one chapter went by, then the next, I discovered I was truly in sync with the main character. Now I’m just trying to decide wether I should stick with the grueling path I’ve chosen, or the delightful path my current sense of self has placed before me. The new material is from a planned book of mine called ‘The Secret World of Louis Lambert.’ A fictional novel about a, would be writer who is swept up in a deluge of madness, provided generously, by his most favorite author. I feel it’s my ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’ about life! The only real question I have is, “is the state I’m in strong enough to last the week, till it’s completion?” And strangely the crippling flutter of butterflies, just may be indeed! Hahaha


January 4, 2012
"There are no certainties for me, I am a writer. I only deal in half truths, maybes and lies. Expect what you will from me, but never be truly foolish enough to ever think one’s self privy to the next marvel I am to commit!"

— A. N. DeBerry


November 3, 2011
Not this time NaNoWriMo! Not this time!

Day 3!

Novel Title: Youngest

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Total words: 9,401

Words left: 40,599

Novel Title: Lidia

Let’s not talk about it!

I’m not giving up on it though! I still think this might be, perhaps one of the best Science Fiction stories yet to be told! So I’ll just write away on ‘Youngest’ and when inspiration  hits, I’ll write like a MADMAN! 


November 3, 2011
“The hectic wonderful madness that is the beginning of things”…

The end of day 2, and the beginning of day 3. Only a hellah of a bunch of days left! o_O Yay?!

Novel Title: Youngest

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Total words: 6,501

Words left: 43,499

Novel Title: Lidia

Genre: Sicence Fiction

Total words: Zip, Zero, Ziltch!

Words left: Might as well be a Zillion!

Thank the Gods for that beautiful gift, seemingly handed down from their very finger tips! Yay for ENERGY DRINKS!


October 31, 2011
Okay… I think I’m ready! NaNoWriMo you’re going down this year!

Just iced like a gazillion dust bunnies! That’s right, Mr. ‘I R MAN’ just cleaned his room in hopes the physical removal of clutter might free up a few of my spare chakras, allowing me to write and contemplate a bit better for this up coming NaNoWriMo! LoL I know right… I don’t clean my room for nothing! LoL Only for you NaNoWriMo! LoL Off to shower, then down an energy drink, and around that time it should be a ‘GO’ for NANoWriMo!


October 30, 2011

Aside from working on my TWO seperate novel layouts for this year’s NaNoWriMo, like most others I’ve been boosting my writing mix, “Only By The Pen!” Anything Dark, Slow, or Moody usually does the trick! Writers… I know right, a very weird bunch, we do indeed be! LoL ^_^ Can’t wait for November 1! D Day baby!!! WRITE ~ WRITE ~ WRITE


October 27, 2011
Dear Gods?! 4:01:05:00… till LITERARY MAYHEM!!!

Looks like fate is trying it’s best to curve my wicked desirgers! LoL SICK as a dog right now! Halloween’s not looking like it’s in the cards for me this year, which is GOOD! I have layouts to finish for NaNoWriMo! Trying to write two novels is CRAZY but, it is only the impossible endeavors I deem worthy of effort! ^_^ A real, true blue WRITER! Hahaha I’m so STUPID for WORDS! Just LOVES them to DEATH! LoL


October 26, 2011
Ah… The mixing smell of INK and MIGHT!

50,000 words?! I never thought about it before, but I haven’t really read anything under 230, 250, most of them being 300,000 or more. I’m a Epic, High Fantasy reader, nothing but! And the thicker the book the more I have the urge to conquer it! But as I’ve read countless times before, for a new author, the publishers know and plan on loosing money with your book, so the longer it is the more they loose! With NaNoWriMo this year though, I’ve been pulling teeth, trying to decide which concept to go with, till late last night I decided, “What the Hell! I’ll write two separate novels! And with 50,000 words being the goal, I’ll just write 10 pages of each, 20 total pages a day! I have several works in progress right now, and they are all 70, or 80,000 words already, while only being a 1/3 of the way through. So the thought is to write two separate, SOLID first drafts of each book! Is it possible… ANY AND EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE, so why not this! I can do it, simply because it’s long past time it’s done! I WANT TO BE A WRITER, a vivid soul whose heart beats by syllable! And I need a kick start to break my 26 year long lock up in the “Phantom Zone!” a.k.a Procrastinationville, which I have been a proud citizen of for a while now, but no LONGER! WRITE ~WRITE ~ WRITE


March 21, 2011
For a writer, existence is defined by one’s works…

Just planned out a NEW book, working title: Youngest! That make’s 8 novels I plan to write after my first, which is nearly complete!!! I  just can’t wait till I start to really pump these bad boys out. I can’t imagine what wonders my mind could create once empty of the countless other thoughts and ideas already screaming for their chance in the light! Ooo just thinking about it gives me tingles! ^_^


March 16, 2011
Conception as seen through the writer’s eyes…

My Muse has blessed me with another gift, a story about a man who is instantly reinvented, as for the first time, surrounded by the devastation of his home, he looks up and takes into sight an image that changes him forever. 

‘Above him the stars shine brighter then he has ever seen, stars he didn’t even know where there, and dotting the blackness of the night sky in more numbers then he had ever seen.’

A story about a man who hates all that he is, and is transformed by the sight of the stars above. The feeling of being utterly small, without importance, a minuscule being, and at the same time realizing, dauntingly, that he is apart of something so complex, so beautiful, so immense, that he begins to truly praise the blessing of every single breath he takes.

And as always without prompt or plan I sit down and write dialogue, so that I may better know the characters I am, not creating but discovering! It’s the way it always feels to me. Heres a bit of that.

                              GIBSON

                    It’s an ugly thought, isn’t it. How

                    the lights of the city drown the

                    sky… making it darker and

                    colder then it ever could truly be.

                    These… these disgusting things!

          Gibson points to the street light above him and Nebraska.

                              GIBSON

                    We stand in the night and say we

                    need them, their light… light

                    so that we can SEE, but see what?

                    It’s FEAR, fear of not the dark but

                    of what the dark might be hiding,

                    but we forget! The night only hides

                    what is present during the day, OUR

                    LIVES… our lives are what we

                    fear, maybe around the next dark

                    corner, here to clam us, here to

                    taunt us. The deepest and darkest

                    of secrects are always the one’s,

                    hidden in the light. But these

                    lights… burning flames of the

                    very stuff we’re made of. These

                    lights…

          Gibson points to the stars in the distant sky.

                              GIBSON

                    These shine with a faintness,

                    brighter then any bulb, and the

                    light that rains down from them

                    allows the eyes of men to see…

                    to see…

                              NEBRASKA

                         (intently)

                    See, what?

                              GIBSON

                    Only that which is invisible,

                    things we can not touch, but that

                    are worth more then anything we

                    could ever embrace. We are blinded

                    by the lights of our own creations.

                    It’s funny.

                              NEBRASKA

                    What?

                              GIBSON

                    The brighter we shine below, the

                    further away the heavens seem to

                    retreat.


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