PLAY> 1


COVER> with cyber looking fonted instruction lettering everywhere, slot A folds into slot B type stuff and arrows
and inset pictures explaining how to put together the product. GOLUM™ and Blu are on their knees in the squat,
surrounded by toyz, the PLAY tag exploding into shifting, morphing graffiti behind them for the title. GOLUM™’s
holding a lazer drill in one hand and bio-CHIPZ in an open palm in the other hand, from an extreme angle, looking
cool and street tough and fresh faced. Blu’s grinning happily, their trepanning holes covered by Bio-Tek Nodules
on their heads.

INSIDE COVER - PAGE ONE (frontpiece) Double page spread across the inside cover and the first page.The framing template looks like a slick
future web site with a curved page template and pop up ads for products and menu bars, scroll bars, flashing
icons, rounded rectangular pop up credits boxes and indica, hologram directional arrows, sponsors banners with
corporate icons, and a cursor arrow, etc, lots of web based design and advertising layout mixed with the opening
credits and text. All the art for the ads is 3D computer modelled hologram like design or Photoshop real ad
magazine look to them all, with text in caption boxes.
A floating cursor arrow hovers over the page like it’s a screen, implying someone’s clicked on this page
and is controlling everything. AD 1. DiMYLLO SENSECHIPZ™> UPGRADE UR SENSENET tm WITH THE DiMYLLO EXPANDABLE OLFACTORY CHIPZ™ N EVERY DAY WILL SMELL LIKE ROSES... (picture of a beautiful blonde with Vulcan pointed ears in flowing polymer metallic dress smelling a fresh bunch of roses in a lush hyperreal garden, surreal...)
AD 2. CALLARA™> FULL GENETIC MODELLING N SHEARING. WHY TRUST UR MOST IMPORTANT ASSET 2 ANYTHING LESS? (A picture of a perfect baby head on in a one piece circuitry smartsuit with a pod like monitoring devices all over it, showing sensewear readings as it crawls towards the viewer, smiling]
AD 3. ONTOGENYTIKS ™> SAY GOODBYE 2 BULKY TEKNO REPLACEMENTS W/ OUR NU GENETIX UPGRADE CHIP THAT UNLOCKS THE BODYS OWN CAPACITY 2 HEAL N REGENERATE! (Picture of a cartoon newt lizard regrowing it’s leg over three vertical frames and smiling at the viewer)
AD 4. AFFYMATRIX’s LUV ™> MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND! DOWNLOAD THE CHEMICAL SIGNATURE OF BEING IN LUV DIRECT 2 UR SENSENET tm 4 ONLY 10 e-HOURS RECIPROCAL PROCESSING TIME.
AD 5. ONESTAR™> GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEMZ! UR I IN THE SKY 2 FREE INPHO FEEDZ N SECURE AUTONOMY! (Picture of a satellite in space hovering with a triangle lens and eye in the middle. Over the top of it someone’s smartpainted ‘BIG BRUDDA’, the smartpaint here and in following pages CG coloured. )
AD 6. FROGMEK™> RIBBIT 4.0 HOP, SKIP N JUMP UR WAY THRO GRIDLOCK! (A picture of a businessman, metal implants on his face part of his communications web, dressed in a one piece black smartsuit, something of a cross between the business look and a one piece tracksuit, cyber looking, threaded with computing gear and padding, black DnB shoes-sneakers, front on as he’s wired into a green exoskelton with large jointed legs based on the frog but cyber Japanese Mek looking, chunky feet and joints.)

PAGE TWO - THREE (splash)

The webpage layout from the frontispiece carries over here, forming an inset screen with overlaying
Computer GRID like XY coordinates and icons over the splash, like the whole things seen through a security
camera in fine detail, lines connecting points of interest with captions; everything’s labelled.
We’re panning down and across the tops of a futuristic city skyline about twenty years into the future,
from left to right, catching the tops of HIVEscrapers in detail. They’re alien looking buildings shaped like pods or
organic bee nests of bio-architecture growing over the top of old 20th Century skyscrapers like a virus, giving
everything an organic, rounded look, like an Art Deco 70s sci-fi future. They’re the Zaibatsu buildings, Arabian
HIVEscraper communities that live and work sealed within their Bio-Tek enclaves, hermetically sealed off from
contagion and nano swarms in their cyber world.
Blimps, a new smaller and sleek, compact type used in the communications web, about the size of a large
bus, with running video adverts on their sides are hooked up to the top of half a dozen of the larger HIVEscrapers.
A web of floating security satellite pods about the size of basketballs, the I-Spys, clunky looking like techno land
mines with circuitry spikes hover, here and there, the night stars beyond. Also a few stray advertising holos are
around this far up, with stat pictures of the previous ads on them like pop up web advert balloons just floating
around with no visible propulsion system.
The Data.NET™ texts aren’t in caption boxes but are overlaid on the page like computer type on a screen,
like data overlays. The backgrounds of the whole page are covered in data and a hieroglyph pictogram language
(see reference) overlapping each other so that some of the text is in larger type and is overlapping the smaller font
type on the page, a very info-dense background.
CAPTION> GLOBAL Data.NET™ UPDATE 22:30 PST/>>> S11/2023>>>

CAPTION> TRANSFERRING DATA NOW...
>IN PROGRESS...
>IN PROGRESS...
>IN PROGRESS...
>IN PROG...
CAPTION> >FUJI-BIO™ HAS REFUSED TO RELEASE DETAILS ON THE NUMBER OF BODY BAGZ™ FLOWING BACK ON PRODUCT RECALL>>>
CAPTION> >THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CONDITIONS AT THE WOOMERA LABOR BASE, INDEPENDENT CONTRACTORS SAY>>>

CAPTION> >NOT ONLY CURRENT SPONSORS BUT FUTURE SPONSORS RIGHTS MUST BE PROTECTED>>>
CAPTION> >GLOBAL WEATHER FEEDZ SHOW FIRES BURNING ACROSS SOUTHWEST EUROPLEX, WITH THE THREAT BUILDING FROM EASTERLY SQUALLS>>>
CAPTION> >IN OTHER DATA, CENTRAL BIOME ™, PATENT HOLDERS OF THE DNA OF 20TH CENTURY HISTORICAL FIGURES SUCH AS STEVEN HAWKING™, MOTHER TERESA™ AND MONICA LEWINSKI™, ANNOUNCED THE CLONING TODAY OF NANCY SINATRA™ FROM CELL SCRAPPINGS>>>
CAPTION> >RECEIVING REPLY...

PAGE FOUR - FIVE (splash)

Final double page splash. The GRID overlay again. Further down now and we’re panning across left to
right still, through a thick future cityscape all lit up at night, covered in holo-adverts on the side of old buildings,
and now we can see that the HIVEscrapers from the last page have been bio-grown over the top of old 20th style
buildings, the bottoms of a few HIVEZ visible only at the top of the panel, slightly overlapping with the old buildings,
growing into them like a plastic-plant hybrid. Down at this level there are more 20thC style skyscrapers of varying
sizes, some with no HIVEZ on the top. Company logos and holo advertising are prominent everywhere, on the flat
surfaces of the old buildings as well as real time video feeds for products and commercials on the smartpainted
canvases of architecture. Enjoy Coca-Cola giant holos on the sides of buildings, McDonalds golden arches ‘M’,
INTEL, IBM, GENETIX, CISCO, MICROSOFT, APPLE, MOTOROLA, NOKIA, AFFYMATRIX, AMGEN, FUJI-BIO
CORPORATE LOGOS on all the buildings, every building is branded with the owner’s symbol, some real world
ones, others future ones based on the style of existing company logos. Perhaps they’re designed to look like crop
circle designs, organic molecular links, cyber design for the new Bio-Tek companies.
Many of the old skyscraper buildings are also being used like screens for live video feed ads. Basically surf
the web a bit and look at the adverts design and style and then apply it to the sides of the buildings; that’s what
they’re being used for: webvertising. Click through boxes and giant cursor arrows, running stockmarket share prices,
the latest Data.NET™ news update headlines scrolling down, two for one offer deals, text and logos everywhere,
.com, .net, .kidz etc company addresses everywhere. The night sky is littered with large floating holo adverts,
curved like caption boxes and pop-up ads on the Net, floating there with no visible propulsion systems. It’s about
20 years in the future Melbourne, Australia. (see references).
There’s also dozens of I-Spy security satellites floating about at varying levels monitoring everything,
they’re about the size of basketballs, with a triangle lens and have a large camera eye in the triangle as their central
feature, maybe one’s floating past in the foreground, watching the reader.
These Data.NET™ text overlays are like computer type on a screen>
CAPTION> >SEARCHING...
>SEARCHING...
>SEARCHING...
These captions are spread out in rounded holo boxes from left to right trailing downwards across the two
pages, Blu’s captions starting with a header laid out like email caption text boxes, his thoughts/POV narration
posted like emails with the same headers in small font - Subject, Date, From and To... They’ve all got miniaturized
computer chips in their heads and are permanently on-line.
Subject: Play>
Date: Fri/ S11/ 2023 23:45:50 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au>

BLU> CAPTION> 1 DAY I JUST GOT SIK OF IT ALL, YA?
BLU> CAPTION> I JAKED MY SPONSORS , LEFT MY DONORS HOOKED UP 2 THEIR DAYTIME SIM, FACES TWITCHING W/ PLEAZURE FROM THE HAPTIC FEEDBAK.
BLU> CAPTION> I HAD 2 ZONE. I FELT LIKE IF I STAYED IN MY CORPZ FAMILY FRIENDLY ™ ENVIRO ANOTHER PICOSECOND I WOULDVE GONE NUTZ. N ANYWAYZ, THE CHATROOMZ ™ WER BUZZING ABOUT A NU TYPE OF GAME, 1 THAT OFFERED SOMETHING REAL, N U COULDNT FIND IT ON-LINE...

PAGE SIX (two panels)

Panel 1. We’re still panning down past the skyscrapers and their advertising, to where the off-liners live, to the rooftops of the CENTRAL ZONE, the old world buildings. Computer screen like icons and a XY coordinates targeting grid are overlaying the panel again like we’re looking through a computer interface. The layout here is a vast urban cityscape of the near future, cooking smoke rising up in little tufts from most of the rooftops as the smells and flavours of the bustling city emerge. We’re looking across the rooftops at a cross section of a couple of dozen buildings all the same size, about six stories tall, so together they create a flat rooftop vista. It has an urban contemporary yet slightly different feel to it all, like some foreign city about 20 years into the future, with a distinct Asian edge - curved roofs and gutter walkways etc, but nothing too overt. It could be some gritty part of L.A., Melbourne or Shanghai for all we know. There’s rectangular and triangular skylights and a few flat, transparent domes with cross braces crisscrossing every roof, an exotic type of look on each roof.
The scene looks lived in because of the smoke here and there, like a future Victorian village or old pictures
of English mining towns all cramped together. The skylights on the roofs act as solar panel receptors, no TV
antennas or chimneys in sight, although there is the ubiquitous presence of holographic advertising billboards on
the side of the buildings and smartpainted screens on the walls of some of the larger buildings in the background,
the bottom of a giant PEPSI logo prominent...
CAPTION> >876199/BN-300
>534781/FA-710
>890173/TQ-912
>672911/MN-213
>977111/KK-451
>ID CONFIRM
Subject: Play>
Date: Fri/S11/ 2023 23:47:44 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au>

BLU> CAPTION> SO I WENT WHERE ALL THE KRASHERS GO WHEN THEY BREAK THEIR WORK CONTRACT W/ THE CORPZ...2 THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD...Panel 2. From slightly above looking down still, we see people on the roof below arguing. It’s a family of homeless people living on the roof, cooking a meal over an open fire, a dog looking creature roasting on the spit. They’re sleeping rough , homeless, but its a hot night with the global warming and they’re all wearing bright and breezy Chinese garb, loose pants and vests, three quarter cargo pants with lots of pockets but dirty and ripped, dishevelled, strange symbol icons over them like corporate sponsors symbols, variations on the Nike Swoop and Adidas triangles, what I abbreviate from here on in as DnB wear (after the Drum N Bass techno music/fashion style popular now). Three men, both in the 50s, one Asian woman in her 40s, two kids, all mutated or bio-altered slightly; the most common bio-alteration here and in further crowd shots of the CENTRAL ZONE are the people coloured red and yellow and green and blue with bio-dyes to protect them from the high UV.
The CORPZ test all their new bio-products on the poor/off-liners. One man is squatting stoking the
fire, he’s got no nose and half his face and right side of his body is just missing, eaten away at. Another guy with a
beard has four arms and is arguing with another man, veins standing out on his neck as he points his finger at the
guy, who’s in the process of stabbing at him with a laser knife. The knife guy is glowing in the dark. The Asian
woman, looking like she’s seen it a million times before, has one baby suckling at her breast, no eyes, another one
hiding behind her, a little girl with pigtails and an elephant man like deformed bone structure face.

CAPTION> >534781/FA-710
>ID CONFIRM
CAPTION> >890173/TQ-912
>ID CONFIRM
CAPTION> >672911/MN-213
>ID CONFIRM
CAPTION> >CONFIRM

BLU> CAPTION> ...THE CENTRAL ZONE. A SWELTERING, OLD SKOOL TESTBED 4 BETA STAGE BIO-TEK™ N PIRATE NEUROWARE™, WHERE THE CORPZ DUMP ALL THEIR FREEWAREZ ON THE OFF-LINERS N THE GENETRASH THE INSURANCE COMPANIES HAV DELETED FROM THE NU WORLD ORDER.

PAGE SEVEN (two panels)

Panel 1. Same size panel as before, except the fight is broken up by a floating I-SPY security device that dips down and sprays them all with a fine mist, leaving them all coughing and rubbing their eyes.
S/FX> FFFSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

CAPTION> >SCANNING...
BLU> CAPTION> THE GOLUM™ SAYZ ITS WHERE THE GENEPOOL BUBBLES OVR, N HES NEVER WRONG.

Panel 2. Panning down the building the family is on the roof of to a window on the top floor, spray mist trickling down to the window, someone’s form coming through. A hyperlink dataoverlay is connecting the shape behind the window to the first text caption, no caption box.
CAPTION> >TARGET LOCATED...
BLU> CAPTION> THATS HIM BY THE WINDOW, YA, THE GOLUM™.

PAGE EIGHT (four panels)

Four vertical strip panels. From here on in (until he’s trepanned on page 20) whenever it’s from Blu’s POV we see dataoverlays and icons over his field of vision like the control panel/browser of a desktop PC screen. Icons for: Instant Messenger; SMS/text; Browser; An holo ad banner on the inside right of each panel that’s from his POV, back, forward, cut and paste icons, upload, download, etc.

Panel 1. Interior longshot, vertical strip. We’re looking through the window and can see GOLUM™’s face reflected prominently in the glass, smirking. Outside we see the exterior of a Blade Runneresque city at night, as before.
Subject: Play>
Date: Fri/S11/ 2023 23:48:59 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au> BLU> CAPTION> HES BEEN LOOKING AFTER ME, TEACHING ME THE TWEAKS. HE SURE KNOS A LOT OF STUFF, STUFF THE .NETS™ DONT TELL U.

Panel 2. Same as panel 1, except the glass window is being spray painted on, starting here with a thick, solid letter “P”, dripping paint slightly as it starts forming letters and we’re pulling back from the window to see more of GOLUM™’s face and torso in reflection. The paint is coming out of his forefinger being transmitted from his skin to the glass, it’s how they graffiti these days with smartpaint. He has long hands and even longer curved fingernails with dirt under them. Chunky mechanical rings with smartpaint nozzles are on the end of his fingers. He’s finger painting.
BLU> CAPTION> HES A REAL SHARP TAGGER, YA, THATS HOW WE MET. WE HAKED A HOLOWALL™ 2GETHER A FEW CYCLES BACK, DOWN BY THE CODING FACTORIES WHERE THE LAST WHITE COLLAR 5X5RS HOLE UP IN THEIR LITTLE WORK BOXES. Panel 3. GOLUM™’s spray painting the word “PLA...” onto the window, now three letters formed and dripping, big, phat NYC style graffiti. It’s bristling and morphing from panel to panel, changing shape as it goes.
Smartpaint has lcd moving pixels so it’s moving over the walls in the next few pages, all the phat big NYC type
tags chasing each other and trying to eat each other like Pac Man eating power points . When they do the words and styles merge, forming new patterns endlessly like fractals.
BLU> CAPTION> ULL LIKE GOLUM™, YA? EVRYBODY DOES. HES MANIK, WORKING ON 23 LEVELS @ ONCE, SKITTING ABOUT LIKE A WEB-CRAWLER, HIS CODE IN EVERY PROGRAM. Panel 4. We’ve pulled back to see GOLUM™ at the window, now turning to face us on profile, cropped head to elbows. All of them have Bio-Tek slots by their ears that act as interfaces for the Bio-CHIPZ they get from NEMO. These are basically exterior versions of implants that everyone, not just Toy Death, have in this future, as ubiquitous as mobile phones are now. Everyone has these slots by their ears that embed into their skin, but only Toy Death gang members have the trepanning hole that will exponeniate the effects of the CHIPZ they take; trepanning makes them permanently high like kids at play.

BLU> CAPTION> N NOW THAT IVE KRASHED HES JOCKEYED ME A SLOT IN THIS HARDKORE GRAFFITI KREW HE HANGS WITH. REAL TUFF DONORFUKERS - GOT HOLES IN THEIR HEDS, FULLY WIKKED!

PAGE NINE (three panels)

What we’re doing on this page is following the new “PLAY” smartpaint graffiti tag around the room from
Blu’s POV with thedata overlays, keeping the moving graffiti for the focus. We see everyone else from incidental
angels, like the jerky out of sync NYPD Blue type direction, the panel borders angular. The graffiti tags are like
Warhol pop art explosions behind them on the walls providing an evolving visual backdrop. Around the squat, mixed
in with all this crap on the floor are toys from all eras, yo-yo’s, a racing car set, action figures, Furbies, robot dogs
and MEKpets, Tonka trucks, a pogo-stick, lots of stuffed toys all ripped open and the stuffing everywhere like
they’ve been slashed open, dozens of headless naked Barbie dolls, robotics & wires hanging out their necks, some
still walking around and moving, etc. On one of the walls there’s also braces holding some laser-tag type game,
a lazer-tag holographic bow and arrow set. Just as much of each as you can fit in the background of each panel in
this whole scene on this and the next pages. We’re introducing Toy Death in their grimy squat. Phat, big New York
style lettering graffiti abounds, especially all the names of the gang members since it’s their turf: ‘GOLUM™’,
‘Snarx’, ‘Skatch’ , ‘704’ are visible moving and writhing around, and the new one, ‘PLAY’ , is chasing them.

Panel 1. The ‘PLAY’ tag is passing 704’s now on the wall and surrounds it totally in a circle, like paint on a slide or a petri dish. Maybe the letters form teeth and start eating the other tag... In front of it in this panel we can see a few grimy mattresses on the bare boards floor which people are sitting on, but we can only see 704’s head and upper body in this shot, the Bio-Tek nodule over his trepanning hole prominent.
704> IM TOTALLY UP 4 IT, MAN, THERES SOMETHING IN THE AIR 2NITE, YA?

Panel 2. Panning down along the wall to where Snarx sits, following the morphing PLAY graffiti down. The walls are brick with peeling plaster and grime and bullet holes, graffiti, wooden floorboards, no curtains or decorations, all very spartan and utilitarian. Snarx is down flat resting on a couple of large cushions on the floor. He’s got a pair of scissors and a small bowl in front of him with a grainy mix in it. Snarx’s skin has been gene fashioned to have scales all over like a crocodile, thick chunky scales that protect him from the heat and also injury. He’s also got a split forked tongue and reptile eyes, all done cosmetically. He’s tall, sitting with his knees up, with the posture and body language of a basketball player, and is wearing an alien head/Jolly Roger skull bandana around his head, loose fitting pants, a black t-shirt with the slogan ‘No Fear’ on it and no shoes. Around him on the floor cigarette butts are everywhere, the occasional ashtray, one in the shape of an open coffin with a skeleton hand that collects the butts down by his feet; it’s a crashpad. There’s open doorways leading to a kitchen to the left and another room to the right, but maybe we can’t see them yet.
SNARX> SSSS...UR ALWAYS UP FOR IT...SSS... ITSSS THAT STEROID U TAKE, ITSSS FUKIN W/ UR HED... SSSS...

Panel 3. Still following the graffiti as the focus caterpillaring along the wall with Skatch in the foreground. Skatch’s short, under five foot tall and covered in hair of all different types in patches with shaved areas prominent. He’s wearing phutro grey Calvin Kleins with little side pockets on the boxers, like a DNB fashion tweak, a plasticy look to them. He’s in brand logo sandals and not much else because of the heat and his fur- he’s a SKIN merchant, grows hair for money, sells his skin time to bio-leasers. Skatch is growing dna hair patterns, he’s a factory for Yak fur, authentic, he sells it on the street. He’s got a long smooth bone that looks more like a sharks tooth through his nose and an indigenous, angry primitive look. He’s pretty urban feral and dusty looking, like he hasn’t showered in a very long time. Also lots of piercings all over his face and stretched ears, maybe on close ups of his hands we can see metal rod and barbell implants under the skin. He’s about 14, and even though he’s young and small he looks nasty and dangerous. He’s exhaling bong smoke into the air, looking pretty damn relaxed there, pupils all big and a hazy smile on his face, Snarx to the left of him lying down on the mattress, 704 to the left of Snarx against the wall.
SKATCH> NUH, THE BIG DOYDS RIGHT, THERES SOMETHING IN THE AIR...sniff sniff...ITS ANOTHER BLOODY SCENTVERTISMENT - SMELLS LIKE CALVIN KLEINS ‘FORT LAUDERDALE SPRING BREAK’ ™...

PAGE TEN (three panels)

Panel 1. Behind all their heads again, the viral graffiti’s swarming and eating weaker tags, merging with them and taking on their style and colour into their expanding surface area. The ‘SKATCH’ tag moves, maybe like a flat caterpillar with some of the letters curving up like its inching its way across the wall, running from the ‘PLAY’ tag. Skatch laughs and passes the bong across Snarx, lying down with his feet to the wall and facing the ceiling, to 704, a big cheesy grin on his face, smoke curling around them everywhere.

SKATCH> ...U KNOW...SMELL OF WET KROTCH ON A HOT MIAMI NIGHT! HEH HEH HEH...Panel 2. 704’s big and tall and dumb hillbilly looking, but menacing, too. Dark skinned about 15. He’s got a lot of cyber extensions running along his spine and up his neck , with exoskeleton MEK gloves with brass knuckles holding a bong, lighting it with the other glove’s finger lighter. It’s motors are moving his fingers by themselves, its remote controlled and does all the work. He’s got an almost shaved head with symbols shaved in, or the numbers 704 in large green lcd font on his forehead. He looks mean and dumb looking, massively ripped muscles from 704, the synthetic bio-chip growth hormone that he’s hooked on.
704> I DONT CARE, MAN, IM CUMIN UP ON A REAL HARD MIXER N IVE GOTTA GET ME SOME BITCH, YA? I FEEL LIKE IM GONNA EXPLODE... O MAN....GIMME 1 OF THOSE.
704> CAPTION> EXO-GLOVE> JAH 3.
The caption box tail is connected to the gloves with a visual hyperlink, like a data overlay as the gloves respond to
his voice activated command. All the tech of the future is voice activated and the voice command caption boxes are
linked to the tech object in the panel in this style.Panel 3. He exhales smoke in a thin stream. Behind him in the focus of the panel, the ‘PLAY’ tag is crawling after the other tags left to right, having eaten Skatch’s.

704> ...O BABY...

PAGE ELEVEN (three panels)

Panel 1. Looking at the graffiti again as it morphs and changes, crawling down the wall just above the floor, which is covered in I-Ching cigarettes, food wrappers and trash (logos visible), etc. GOLUM™’s walking past it, maybe half out of the panel already, or just his feet and legs visible.
Subject: Play>
Date: Fri/S11/ 2023 23:51:17 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au>

BLU> CAPTION> OF COURSE, JUST BECAUSE U KRASH DOESNT MEAN U CAN GET AWAY FROM THE CORPZ, EVEN DOWN HERE. I MEAN, EVRYBODY LIVES OFF THEIR NANO GOODBOXES™ N THEIR SOURCECODE SLOP, N ONCE THEY GET U IN THEIR CUSTOMER BASES THEYVE GOT A HOLD OF U 4 LIFE...Panel 2. Down by GOLUM™’s feet, and now in detail we see the ground is strewn with fast food containers (SUMO BURGERS™ with GM SUPER-SOY! and the picture of a genetically modified giant green Sumo-Wrestler smiling and pinching his blubber, offering it up to be eaten; MEDTABLES™! Like a roast dinner cardboard pack ripped open, with pictures of the vegetables on the pack and a cartoon doctor with a stethoscope and white coat saying> IMMUNISE AS U Eat!; BLISSBITEZ™, an empty packet or three or five of lollies, small cartoon scrotum like creature smiling on the packet which reads> CONTAINS CANNABINOID CHOCOLATE AND KRUNCHY IBUPROFEN! GET BLISSED!), rubbish, cigarette butts absolutely everywhere, I-Ching hexagram readings on the butt, etc. They live in their own filth.
BLU> CAPTION> THE CORPZ SAY ITS THE PERFECT FEEDBAK LOOP 4 ALL THE FREEWAREZ THEY GIVE AWAY. THE GOLUM™ SAYZ ITS A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE THAT CANT SAY NO, EVEN IF IT KILLS THEM.
Panel 3. Extreme close up on the the coffin ashtray with a skeleton hand as it darts out and collects an I-Ching butt.
BLU> CAPTION> HE SHOULD KNO. HE HASNT GOT ALL THAT LONG 2 LIVE. BUT THEN, WHO DOES?

PAGE TWELVE (three panels)

Panel 1. Close up on GOLUM™’s fingers finishing rolling a GINKOETTE™, the I-Ching hexagram reading
visible.
GOLUM™> (singing) IVE NEVER DONE GOOD THINGS... Panel 1a. Rounded inset panel of the I-Ching hexagram on the side of the new Ginko herbal cigarette. It appears in a data overlay caption box visual hyperlink linking it to the GINKOETTE™ showing a close up of the hexagram:
CAPTION> 30. THE CLINGING. FIRE OVER FIRE - LI. STAY ALIGHT BY RECOGNIZING UR LIMITS N ALIGN 2 WHAT U C 2B TRU. CULTIVATE SOFTNESS W/ IN STRENGTH N MAKE UR AIMS CLEAR.

Panel 2. A sharp blue flame shoots out of the top end of the RUDE MEK™ cane where the face is, its eyes lit up and face alive and anthromorphic, with the head like top, very Victorian butler looking (he gets all his tek gear from Nemo) and sears the tip of the GINKOETTE™ as it talks back to him. It’s sapient tek - alive - and cheeky.
GOLUM™> CAPTION> (still singing) ...IVE NEVER DONE BAD THINGS...

As before with 704, the caption connects to the Rude Mek with a data overlay stylized look as the voice activated cane springs to life...
RUDE MEK> CAPTION> CONFIRM> RUDE MEK™ ON>>> SKREET, SIR, UR SINGING SUKS!

Panel 3. Close up on the lower half of GOLUM™’s face, smirking, the lit cigarette hanging from his mouth and puffing away.
GOLUM™> (reaching a high note) IVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLU... HEH.

PAGE THIRTEEN (three panels)

Panel 1. Large panel across top. First full shot of the GOLUM™ in the foreground, straight on, tall and eerie with a Marilyn Manson appearance and cocky demeanour, white skin and short spikey red hair, full onepiece black smartsuit open at the arms, the I-Ching symbol Ch’ien (Heaven-Creative - see reference) on his left arm, cartoon looking hi -tek sapient cane by his side, blowing smoke rings, his back to Blu, in the background, who we see for the first time, too.
Blu’s sitting quite uncomfortably looking on this cyber looking dentists chair they’ve recycled from
scrap, the cushioning under him ripped and the stuffing coming out. He’s fidgeting with his hands and looking very
nervous, biting his lower lip, maybe even sweat on his forehead. He has a short zippy crew cut in these panels
before they shave his hair off for the trepanning operation. The cyber looking dentist chair is against the far back
wall, a circular crown of thorns type device holding Blu’s head still. A mirror is resting against the chair, too on the
other side. Blu’s looking up at GOLUM™ and the crew.
GOLUM™> WHAT ABOUT U, FRIEND BLUBLU? DONE ANY BAD THINGS LATELY?
BLU> TRY ME. U MIGHT BE SURPRISED.

Panel 2. Pop up caption box as before.
Data.NET update>>> GOLUM™ #00192-111>>> AFFYMATRIX™ BRED SINCE 2010, A LIMITED RUN/TERMINATOR SEED WITH RESEQUENCED DNA EXPRESSIONS A-303 # INCREASED PROCESSING SPEED AND A-808 # ENHANCED REFLEXES, A GENE EXPRESSION SINCE DISCOVERED TO ‘BURN OUT’ THE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM. THE DESIGNER TELOMASES CAPS THEIR LIFESPAN AT APPROX SIXTEEN STANDARD CYCLES. WITH FASTBREEDING CELL DIVISION THIS GENE MODEL HAS A CHRONOLOGICAL LIFESPAN OF FOUR YEARS. >>>Another Data.NET UPDATE!!! Panel 3. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, the GOLUM™ holds out his hands and snaps on plastic disposable gloves; behind his hands we see the ‘PLAY’ graffiti as it catches up to the other tags on the left wall, the angle jerky, angular, dissonant. The new PLAY tag is still slowly chasing all the other tags across the walls and we see it where possible; it will crescendo on the splash page as the credits. To his right is Snarx, who takes out a Lazer-Razor™ - a black laser device with big green LCD letters that have now lit up on the handle (everything is labelled on the technology of the future ). He’s assisting with the operation - Blu’s about to be drilled.
GOLUM™> OOHH-AH, C KREW, HES A TUFF BOY, JUST LIKE I SAID. THATS WHAT WE LIKE 2 C. NOT MANY LIKE U BACK IN UR CORPORATE HIVE, I BET.
PAGE FOURTEEN (four panels)

Panel 1. Pull in for a shot of Snarx carefully at work. His hands are scaly and thick, ropey sinews as he holds up the Lazer-Razor™ to Blu’s head, shaving the first tufts of hair as they fall around him and onto the floor... Blu’s Broswer icons are surrounding the panels here, ads and icons.
SNARX> SSSS...SO...U EVER BEEN OFF-LINE B4, KID...?
BLU> IM NOT A KID - IM TWELVE CYCLES OLD N IM A PLAYER, YA. I KNOW WHERE ITS @.
SNARX> SSSSURE U DO. LAZER-RAZER™ ON>
The same hyperlink tail connects this last voice activated command to the Lazer-Razor product.

Panel 2. Close up on Blu - he’s looking extremely worried as Snarx runs the lazer over his head and the last of his short crewcut hair falls around his face towards the ground. He’s being initiated into the gang via a trepanation ceremony - they going to drill a hole through the top of the skull to increase the flow of oxygen to the brain and restore the childlike sense of awe and wonder and take him off-line from his chip implants.
BLU> IM NOT SKARED. BRING IT ON, YA! I WANT2 KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE...


Panel 3. Close up on Blu’s head and Snarx’s scaly hands as he calmly marks where they’re about to drill, drawing a big black ‘X’ on Blu’s skull (with a finger ink jet mek device like the smartpaint device GOLUM™ had) towards the top of the head over the fontanelle region. Theres a barcode like chip/circuitry pattern there already, the chip that provides continuous connection to the .NETS™ that they’re going to drill through, severing his connection. Maybe this is from slightly above or from Snarx’s POV.
Traditionally trepanning is through the fontanelle part of the skull enclosing the brain where the
bone has hardened and reduced blood flow and the childlike ‘high’ produced when the skull was still soft, which is
what the operation’s out to reclaim.
SNARX> SSSS...LIKE? ITSSS... LIKE WHAT LIFE WASSSS... LIKE...WHEN U WERE SSSSMALL. HEH

Panel 4. Snarx is smiling mischievously at him as he adjusts the circular crown of thorns looking cyber device with his other hand that will keep Blu’s head still , perhaps the top of Blu’s head visible at the bottom of the panel. His forked tongue snaking out as he smiles, his own Bio-Tek nodule over his own trepanning hole visible on this angle as he leers down at Blu.
SNARX> ...WHEN EVERYTHING WASSS... MAGIK... N AN ADVENTURE... N THE DAYSSS WENT ON 4EVR...B4 UR SSSKULL HARDENED N REDUCED THE FLO OF BLOOD 2 UR BRAIN.
SNARX> B4 THEY PUT CHIPZ IN UR HED 2 KONNECT U 2 THE .NETZ ™...

PAGE FIFTEEN (four panels)

Panel 1. GOLUM™ takes the lazer-drill off Snarx, the lazr-razor in Snarx’s other free hand as he turns to face Blublu. He’s smiling manic like. The hand rolled cigarette hangs from his lips precariously, the ash very long and about to fall, the I-Ching hexagram visible on the butt.
GOLUM™> OR HAVENT U EVER HAD DAYZ LIKE THAT? THIS IS GONNA B MESSY, YA. TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
GOLUM™> LAZER-DRILL™ ON>Panel 2. Large shot of GOLUM™ as he smiles like Jack Nicholson, manic, and revs the lazr-drill like a gun, the cigarette ash is toppling over and GOLUM™’s also got a big grin on his face, unphased. Snarx is standing back a bit in the background.
GOLUM™> ... ITS 1 OF THE THINGS THEY NEVER TELL U IN THE HIVEZ, MY LITTLE BOY BLU. THAT THE OLDER U GET THE MORE U LOSE TOUCH WITH WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT - THE DREAMS...THE IMAGINATION... THE INTENSITY OF THE PROGRAM. ALL THOSE THINGS THAT MAKE THE CORPORATE MACHINE UNPRODUCTIVE...

Panel 3. Skatch’s furry hand in this close full head shot as he gets Blu to bite down on a wooden bar between his teeth to stop him screaming and focus the pain away.
GOLUM> (off panel) FUK THAT, YA? UVE ONLY EVER GOT THE NOW 2 LIVE...SO U MIGHT AS WELL LIVE IT 2 THE FULL, NOT KONNECTED 2 THE .NETZ ™ N MONITORED UR WHOLE LIFE!

Panel 4. Close up on the drill pointing against the front top of Blu’s head where Snarx has drawn the big black ‘X’ over the barcode tattoo. It’s got a centre laser spike encircled by laser teeth as it cuts into his head. Under where its going to hit we can see a chip/circuitry pattern with the black ‘X’ over it, the chip that provides continuous connection to the .NETS ™ that GOLUM™ is going to drill right through...
Again, the same hyperlink tail connects this voice activated command to the Lazr-Drill product.

GOLUM™> NO FEAR! FEAR IS 4 THE DEAD!

PAGE SIXTEEN (four panels)

Panel 1. Close up on Blu’s face, beads of sweat forming on his brow, looking extremely pained as the laserdrill touches his head, held in place by the cyber looking LED flashing crown of thorns device, spokes holding his head in place. The laser is burning through the .NETS ™ circuitry/chip pattern.

Subject: Play>
Date: Fri/S11/ 2023 23:56:01 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au> BLU> CAPTION> THERES THIS OMINOUS SOUNDING SHLURP N THE SOUND OF BUBBLING, LIKE AIR BUBBLES IN A COKE…

Panel 2. Really gorey close up of the horrific looking laser trepanning device pushing through Blu’s skull as blood literally spurts up in a fountain. (see enclosed pics) Blood also splatters on GOLUM™ and/or the mirror.
GOLUM™> A-HA. A-HA. HA HA HA...
BLU> CAPTION> A GREAT GUSH OF BLOOD RUSHES UP AS THE LAZER- DRILL™ SINKS THROUGH MY SKULL N REMOVES A SMALL DISK OF BONE…

Panel 3. Switch to his reflection in the mirror in close up, 704 holding it up and the mirror blocking most of his body so we’re focusing on Blu, his reflection wavering.
BLU> CAPTION> IN THE MIRROR I CAN C THE BLOOD IN THE HOLE RISING N FALLING W/ EACH PULSATION OF THE BRAIN. IT FEELS LIKE...

Panel 4. Blood spurts up visibly as GOLUM™, standing behind Blu, penetrates the skull towards the top of the head.

GOLUM™ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
BLU> CAPTION> ...SOMETHING ID FORGOTTEN ABOUT...

PAGE SEVENTEEN ( six panels)

Panel 1. Extreme close up of Blu’s teeth gritted on the wooden bar in his mouth, the panel starting to distort.
BLU> CAPTION> ...O... FU...K...

Panel 2. GOLUM™ in extreme close up, concentrating, ash spilling everywhere,distorted now.
NO DIALOGUE

Panel 3. Shot of the PLAY graffiti behind them on the wall - it’s larger and changed shape and is opening the lead end like teeth to eat the ‘GOLUM™’ graffiti on the wall.
BLU> CAPTION> ...LIKE....LIKE...
Panel 4. Blood trickles down into Blu’s eyes mixing with the tears.
BLU> CAPTION> HOLOSFLICKERINGINTHECORNERSOFTHEEYE...
Panel 5. From Blu’s POV as everything starts to go kaleidoscopic around the edges, like entering hyperspace as light shifts and warps and races past his peripheral vision. We can still see the people in the room in the next panels, one or two at a time from Blu’s POV, but they’ve become warped like outlines only, shimmering and blurring as Blu faints from the pain and loss of blood.

BLU> CAPTION> EVERYTHINGS BRIGHTER...

Panel 6. Blood trickles down over Blu’s chest, over his dog tags, electronic miniature dog tags that are his security/identity E-tagz ™, quite graphic. We can see their LCD like screen display with its homepage data and ID tag text.
BLU> CAPTION> ...CLEAR, LIKE AFTER A FRESH RAIN...


PAGE EIGHTEEN - PAGE NINETEEN (twelve plus panels)

Everything speeds up here before it disintegrates. The panels become small and thin, getting thinner as they go left to right top to bottom across the two pages like they’re speeding up and fragmenting and lots of them, frozen moments on this page before the splash on page twenty.
All of the panels are set against the bleed of all the toys in the room and junk and rubbish littered everywhere, products, so many products everywhere the floor covered in them, close ups on individual toys and people’s faces as we pan around the room from Blu’s POV as everything fragments and blurs together. Some of the panels can be stat shots of each other repeating and stretched and computer manipulated to get the rhythm and flow of fast kinetic energy, with distorted/computer effects towards the end.Panel 1. Close up on the operation from GOLUM™’s POV looking down at Blu’s head. GOLUM™’s gloves are now covered in blood as he has to turn the trepanning laser corkscrew device, one hand gripping it and turning as the small laser like teeth cut a hole about the size of a coin in Blu’s skull.

BLU> HA.Panel 2. Blu’s looking out at Skatch. Frozen moment of Skatch looking on, fascinated, mouth open, extreme close up, fine detail of the hair growing from his face, his shiny eyes, everything’s bright, no black shadows.
BLU> AHAHAHAHAHA...Panel 3. From Blu’s skewed POV we focus on 704, the mirror in his hands, same as before but all brighter now.

BLU> A-HA HA-HA-HA-HA ! HA-HA-HA-HA.

Panel 4. The viral PLAY graffiti on the wall has swallowed the GOLUM™ tag and is changing shape and color as we watch to reflect this new assimilation. Panel borders warping digitally.
GOLUM™> THATS THE WAY...Panel 5. From Blu’s distorted POV again, now focusing on 704 sitting there grinning inanely at him, like a giant black Buddha, laughing menacingly, A Photoshop filter distorting his form with digital effects.
BLU> EVERYTHINGS GLITTERING, SPARKLING, ALIVE...

Panel 6. Frozen moment of 704 holding up the mirror in front of Blu, on some skewed and horribly distorted angle. Blu can see his reflection in it, all misshapen and warped...
BLU> IM ALIVE, AREN’T I?Panel 7. From Blu’s POV as everything in the room’s spiralling faster and faster, light streaking like cosmic rays in the corner of his eyes now, like an inverted photo effect all stretched, forming a tunnel. A tunnel of morphed light from the stretched image of last panel, of Blu looking at himself in the mirror.
S/FX> crack

Panel 8 - 12. Large set of fragmenting thin panels. The panels themselves become ragged at the edges or ephemeral, or this last panel slices into repeating staccato shots of the last image repeating itself, panels nine through twelve, getting thinner and thinner like it’s speeding up and about to break...

BLU> FUK...O FUK...

PAGE TWENTY (splash)

(see reference) Pull in for a tight head only shot from slightly underneath looking up, focusing on Blu sitting in the evil
cyber dentists looking chair with a blissed out, calm and serene look washing over his bloodied face. Everything’s gone
silent and still, and maybe a subtle Photoshop filter like MEZZOTINT could give the whole scene a slightly
psychedelic look. We’re on an extreme worms eye view looking up from beneath and seeing the credits evolve at
the top of this chaos, over the top of his head like they’re almost coming out of his head, written on the wall behind
them with PLAY> chosen and highlighted from what all the digital smartpainted graffiti have merged into. The main
PLAY> tag is spitting out new letters, bright and garish, the rest of the credits>
PLAY >
Game One> life in the fast lane
WRITER> RAK RAZAM Subject: Play>
Date: Sat/ S12/ 2023 00:00:33 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au>

BLU> CAPTION> THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW I CAME 2 HAV A HOLE DRILLED IN MY SKULL 2 GET PERMANENTLY HI. DO NOT TRY THIS @ HOME UNLESS U R ATTENDED BY A TRAINED PROFESSIONAL LIKE THE GOLUM™, OR UNLESS THERES NOTHING BETTER 2 DO, WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH ALL THE TIME, YA?
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PAGE TWENTY ONE (four panels)

Panel 1. Pull back to see Blu in the chair, maybe spittle hanging from his mouth, blood totally streaming down his face. The trepanning hole is visible at the front/top of Blu’s head, where Snarx is standing, affixing a small, bright, Bio-Tek plug around the top to help it breathe. Basically it just looks like a nodule sticking out slightly at the top front. All of them have them in the same spot on their heads, they’ve all been trepanned, and their heads are on the right angles here so we see them all together to get the message across that he’s had done to him what they’ve all had done to them, they’re all drilled and off-line. Skatch is loosening the bar from his mouth, taking it out. The restraining headset has also been removed and is hanging from a wire or cord loosely. Blu’s biosuit won’t stain although blood’s all over his face and neck and collecting in a pool at his feet, mixing with the rubbish.
SNARX> ...BLU...SSSS...HOW DO U FEEL?


Panel 2. From Blu’s POV as he watches the crew. Snarx and 704 are steadying him, holding an arm each, he’s happy, laughing, in a bit of a daze. Skatch and GOLUM™ are standing looking on, maybe slightly altered, everything lighter and more cartoony, less realistic detail, or subtle CG visual effects over the top of the figures, coloured, no black lines.
704> UR LIKE ME, KID, ALL JITTERY, YA?

BLU> HEH… HEH HEH HEH HEH HA…
BLU> …NO...I - I...FEEL BETTR THAN EVR...
Panel 3. GOLUM™ is standing in the foreground now, smiling, still smoking the almost burnt out I-Ching cigarette. His gloves are covered in blood and he’s taking them off, handing them to Skatch, the drill in his right hand already. GOLUM™ has a mad, crazy glint in his eye and is showing off two sharp canines at the front of his teeth like a vampire, smiling. It’s from Blu’s POV and his trepanning’s changed him - everything’s gone cartoon like, but not quite. Like all the little details have melted from the room, all the fine details and everythings gone smooth or the resolution’s not as good. Like an ever so slightly cartoony, less detailed look, same as last panel.
GOLUM™> WELCOME 2 TOY DEATH, FRIEND BLUBLU. WE LIKE THE PHUN THINGS N WE PLAY 4 KEEPS, YA?

Panel 4. GOLUM™’s put on his leopard skin smartcoat, his cane and top hat in one hand, the other reaching up to the wall. Behind GOLUM™ is what looks like a hunting bow on the wall, but without the string. It’s another ubiquitous laser product with Lazer-Injun™ written in the same font as the other lazer products on it. Everything’s sharp and clear like after a fresh rainfall - no solid blacks when from Blu’s trepanned POV for a while.
GOLUM™> NOW R U LOT CUMING OR R U JUST WAITING ROUND 2 DIE OR SOMETHING? FUN IS IN THE OFFING, SO LETS GET OFF IT!

PAGE TWENTY TWO - TWENTY THREE (six panels)

Everythings accentuated once you’ve been trepanned, elevated, enhanced, fraying round the edges into
distortion and this should be reflected in the panel borders or lack of them, or the lack of black lines or the special
effects, Photoshop BLUR filters on the backgrounds. They feel alive and ready to take anything on. Everything’s
speeded up in this segment, like on fast forward, blurring motion all around, a jerky cut between all the panels or
something, some blurred motion look, maybe no separate borders at all just their movement across the page and
the next. Panel 1. We cut to a series of aerial shots of the future CENTRAL ZONE at night, all the buildings down here a maximum of six stories and flat, Asian edged curved rooftops overshadowed in the backgrounds by the larger skyscrapers and HIVES. Blu’s jumping from one roof to another, leaping across the gaps, below him six stories of empty alleyway. Maybe shot from underneath in a thin strip across the top. He’s being chased by the rest of Toy Death though we don’t see them till the next panel. If we can see his face it’s grinning madly.
BLU> AYYYYEEIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!
Panel 2. Blu lands on a rooftop and keeps running along it, multiple image ghosting, staccato shots of him like in slow motion, his back to us, the city skyline all lit up at night alongside him as the curved CENTRAL ZONE rooftop come to an end, holos lighting up the night sky. The building he’s on is about to finish and he’s still running, he’s going to get to the edge of it and jump to the next roof.
BLU> CAPTION> THE HOT WIND KUTS RIGHT THROUGH MY BIO-SUIT™, MIXING WITH THE HEADY STENCH OF SCENTVERTISMENTS DRIFTING DOWN FROM THE HIVEZ. ALL THE DENTS N SCRATCHES HAV DISAPPEARED N THE COLORS R BRIGHTER, LIKE IM INSIDE A SIM WITH FULL SENSE.NET™ EXTENSIONS, BUT THE INTERFACE IS PERFECT...

Panel 3. As Blu jumps from the edge of the roof he’s on to the next rooftop, behind him in the background we see GOLUM™ landing in a crouch position on the building he’s just left, his Monster Bootz prominent.
BLU> HA. HA HA HA HA! THIS IS 2 REAL, I FEEL FUKIN AMAAAAAZZZZING!...
GOLUM™> HOLD UP FRIEND BLU, DONT GET 2 FAR AHEAD...

Panel 4. GOLUM™’s image is ghosting as he puts on a burst of speed and cartwheels and leaps across the gap, catching up to Blu and showing how fast he can be. Above the CENTRAL ZONE the towering monoliths of the skyscrapers, I-Spys everywhere and the night sky black with a smattering of stars.
GOLUM™> UR PART OF A KREW NOW, N KREWS STICK 2GETHER...

Panel 5. GOLUM™ and Blu in the foreground, Blu waving his hand like he expects the air in front of him to alter, as we catch Snarx in mid leap across the gap between buildings, still one building behind...
BLU> GOLUM™, THIS IS SO WYRD...ITS LIKE ALL THE SEPARATE MOMENTS IN THE FEED R FLOING 2GETHER IN2 1 LONG BLUR... I CAN FEEL THEM JOINING UP, PULLING US THRO...

Panel 6. Large panel. ...Followed by the rest of Toy Death on the rooftop before theirs, almost caught up, 704 standing at the edge with Skatch on his back, arms around his shoulders.

GOLUM™> HEH. U GET MORE OUT OF LIFE THAT WAY. ULL GET USED 2 IT.

PAGE TWENTY FOUR (three panels)

Panel 1. GOLUM™’s showing off, doing a full cartwheel or three before Blu, his image staccato blurring along the ledge of this last rooftop where the roofs finish and they overlook the first skyscrapers. The advertising from before is in full view, drowning out the backgrounds in these panels, especially a traditional PEPSI holologo taking up the whole side of a building in front of them.
GOLUM™> CAN U C IT? HEAR IT? SMELL IT? TASTE IT? ITS REAL, THIS IS THE REAL THING BABY, A-HA, JUST REACH OUT N TOUCH IT!
BLU> FUK ME...THIS IS HI-REZ...!

Panel 2. Blu’s joined GOLUM™ at the edge of the ledge but he hasnt looked over the side yet. GOLUM™’s leaning on his smartcane right in the face of the giant holo PEPSI logo which takes up the background. Blu’s reaching out with one hand like he’s just about to touch the edge of a screen.

BLU> EVRYTHING LOOKS LIKE AEROBOARD™, LIKE ALL THE BUILDINGS R KUTOUTS. LIKE I COULD JUST REACH OUT N PUSH THEM ALL OVR...

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GOLUM™> THIS IS WHY THEY DULL UR SENSES WITH ADVERTS, 2 STOP U FROM TUNING IN2 THE PHUN STUFF ALL AROUND!

Panel 3. Long vertical strip about a third of the page looking down. Blu ‘s climbed up onto the ledge and is slipping, waving his arms, we’re looking down the drop with him from over his shoulders. It’s about six stories down to an alleyway below, homeless corporate branded logo clad Bio-Tek altered street people in aeroboard hexagonal hive like constructed dwellings with simple decorations and and we want a sense of vertigo and danger here, an extreme visual plunge, detailed to see people hanging out of windows on the way down, DnB type fashion, looking at up him shouting . GOLUM™ puts his cane out in front of Blu as he slips, pulling him back from the edge. There’s a fire escape to their right side leading down the building facing the main street, the PEPSI logo still overshadowing them with neon.
BLU> (shouting) I FEEL LIKE... IM ON TOP OF THE WORLD... N I CAN DO ANYTHING...
GOLUM™> THATS IT, FRIEND BLU,THATS IT. THE SECRET OF THE WORLD - U CAN DO ANYTHING, SAYZ, JUST BEFORE U HIT ROCK BOTTOM. HEH.


PAGE TWENTY FIVE (splash)

Longshot. GOLUM™ on the now visible fire escape, with his back to us, has opened his zip and is pissing
down to the street below, his cane up and adjusting his hat on a cocky angle, really letting loose and comfortable
body language, shoulders back. We cam see the stream of urine flowing down to the crowd in detail. The overall
look is near future Chinatown on a Saturday night, with lots of shadows and darkness giving it a gritty realistic future
look. Perhaps the only lighting is from the Chinese lanterns that look like flowers closed up at night, but they’re
phorescent and giving off light - there’s none of the usual visual hooks of the 20th century like streetlamps or traffic
lights only electric transparent cars with three wheels on the road, like i-Mac shells, one person bio-rickshaws,
people in kinetic NRG bootz like GOLUM™’s Monster Bootz powering them. The occasional hoverbikes zooming
by or maybe the egg cars very high above in their sky traffic. Corporate logos on everyone and buildings.
Holo advertising is everywhere again, like a web page design, even the techno template panel border
coming back with pop-up ads and offers, latest stock updates, etc. The weather’s always hot and the streets are
dirty and concrete and always bustling any time of night. There’s what appears to be Chinese lanterns hanging
from shop fronts (but they glow of their own accord without a candle inside, and float in the air) and people of all
nationalities, very multicultural, Caucasians and Asians, Europeans with that drum n bassy future fashion look,
puffy vests , trainers, three quarter length pants with lots of pockets, hi-tech sunglasses and logos on all their
clothing, statements and logos on t-shirts, holo-words and pictures rolling across their fashion, especially the full
body holosuits - a real melting pot walking the streets and shopping, drinking and laughing, though they’re probably
quite small. Many in the crowd are coloured red and yellow and blue and green with bio-dyes and other skin pattern
textures, others genetically altered.
Streetwalker bio-altered girls with animal skinprints in next to nothing fluffy lingerie and Bio-Tek feathered
angels wings are chatting up clients; burly shopkeepers are tending to pig and chicken and, notably, dog carcasses
hanging from hooks out front of their shops. The drones are wearing full one piece smartsuits like Star Trek,
smartsuits with holo advertising on them. All the street kidz of the day have Bio-Tek, generic alterations, all except
the smartsuited Drones, whom have cyber sensory extensions and the like but keep themselves ‘pure’. That’s what
their HIVE mind preaches. Genetic purity. The fashion is very contemporary with a few future tweaks - the climate
is perpetually hotter so remember they’re always in summer clothing, light and breezy that billows out at the legs
like Chinese pants, drum n bassy type sleeveless puffy vests over bare skin, tattoos and piercings everywhere, lots
of shaved heads or topknots and dreads. All the fashion is cyber smartwear with circuitry patterns overlaid on it and
cyber battery packs and extensions. And here and there in the crowd every odd person has a cybernetic
enhancement or replacement part, a robotic arm or leg, an eye replacement and the like, very rough prototypes,
big and bulky and maybe even with external power pack with batteries attached.
There’s lots of younger people in one piece clothing like a cross between tracksuits and Star Trek suits but
with a streetwise feel to them - Adidas stripes down the side and up over the chest, big raver boots with kinetic
motors in the heels, etc, a cross between jogging and clubwear latex outfits. Also more traditional Chinese type
garments with circuitry patterns, all smartfashion.
GOLUM™> NOT THAT THE DRONES EVR TRY. JUST LOOK @ THEM ALL, THE HUDDLED MASSES, HOW I HATE THEE!
GOLUM™> (shouting) IF UR NOT LIVING ON THE EDGE THEN UR TAKING UP 2 MUCH FUKING ROOM!
Subject: Play>
Date: Sat/ S12/ 2023 00:00:33 +0000
From: BluBlu<blublu@pickleworth-asawasana.com.au>
To: Mail System Internal Data <MAILER-DAEMON@whirlwind.neurospace.net.au>
BLU> CAPTION> RIGHT ABOUT NOW MY FIREWALL™ IMPLANTS WOULD NORMALLY B GOING OFF THE SCALE AS A WAVE OF WIRELESS DEVICES ALL COME IN2 RANGE.
BLU> CAPTION> THE ChatROOMZ ™ R BUZZING ALL AROUND N LIVE CORPORATE FEEDZ R BROADCASTING FROM THE CROWD DOWN BELOW. EVERY1S HOSTING N HUSTLING, HOT IN THE CITY 2NIGHT.
BLU> CAPTION> BUT IM OFF-LINE N I CANT HEAR ANYTHING. ITS WYRD...
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CAPTION> >>>THATS EASILY FIXED.
CAPTION> >>>WHATS HE UPSET ABOUT?
CAPTION> >>>OI! I WAS ON A FUCKING BENDR SO KUT THAT OUT!
CAPTION> >>>HA HA HA HA HA!
CAPTION> >>>NO NO, THATS WHAT I WANTED TO ASK U ABOUT...
PAGE TWENTY SIX (four panels)

Behind them in the backgrounds are the lower level floating holo ads again, dominating everything, looking
like the data overlay caption boxes we’ve been using before.Panel 1. Toy Death catch up with GOLUM™ and Blu, who are standing there precariously on the ledge, GOLUM™ leaning on his cane agilely on a dangerous angle, grinning again. Blu still smiling, dazed.
GOLUM™> WHAT TOOK U SO LONG?
704> THE SIGHT OF UR SKINNY ASS BOBBING OVER ROOFTOPS JUST DOES IT 4 ME, I GUESS. Panel 2. Close up on Skatch with droopy eyelids looking really stoned, 704 looking on laughing.
SKATCH> SHUT THE FUK UP, MAN. WER NOT ALL AS HYPER AS U LOT.
704> SAYZ, UR AS STONED AS A WOOKIE @ A CLAMBAKE, RNT U SKATCH?

Panel 3. Medium shot of Snarx smiling, fully reptilian, his eyes like reptiles, forked tongue, scaly skin. Snarx, the tracker of the group, who’s crouching on the ledge with his head cocked on an angle, listening to something, fully snake looking. He can feel the vibrations of some heavy mech approaching. Prey.
SNARX> SSSSSHUT IT... INCOMING...Panel 4. Close up on GOLUM™ shifting the top hat that was askew with his Rude Mek cane. He puts a finger to a floating holo icon by his left eye and turns’s his holo monocle on, flaring into life.
GOLUM™> HOTDIGGEDY! ITS A MEK! THIS IS IT, BOYZ, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

PAGE TWENTY SEVEN (three panels)

Panel 1. Pop up Data.NET™ holo-caption with a rounded inset box with a picture of an Ambient Walker™ with no passenger, a stock brochure like shot.
CAPTION> Data.NET™ SELECT>>> AMBIENT WALKERS™ by BMW. SAPIENT MEK TRANSPORT FOR ALL CONDITIONS, AMBIENT WALKERS™ PROVIDE THE COMPANIONSHIP OF A FLESH AND BLOOD PET WITH THE AUTONOMY OF A MID RANGE TRAVEL MEK. FED ON SCRAPS, THE LOW LEVEL NANO ENGINES ARE AN AFFORDABLE ALTERNATIVE FOR THE CONSUMER WHO STILL FEELS THE NEED TO TRAVEL OUTSIDE THE HIVE OR CLAVE... Panel 2. Establishing longshot of the MOOGIE in her Ambient Walker™ exoskeleton Mek, a lumbering shape turning off the bustling main street to cut through the alley below, robodogs barking at her and people stepping out of her way, same crowd shots as before. Her craft is a cross between a Battletech type exoskeleton about as big as a VW, but vertical, all encasing an elderly MOOGIE, and dust and papers are blowing up in it’s high speed wake.The Mek looks like an insect type bio-like metal. It’s like a giant insect walking device, two large feet with a carapace carriage the MOOGIE sits surrounded by metal ribs in her plastiglass bubble, like a techno womb, transparent gel bag under her threaded with wires and fluids feeding throughout the Walker, linking them 2GETHER. Very tekno/Manga Japanese/Battletech looking, yet its still only a robo extension of an electric wheelchair device, a BMW icon logo prominent like on the front of a car. The ambient Walker is also ‘alive’ with sapient tek - they’ve all got personalities like animals. Its like a big dog trying to protect its master, it’s body movements are fluid and organic.
BLU> CAPTION> IT REMINDS ME OF AN ELEPHANT. OF COURSE, THERE RNT ELEPHANTS ANYMORE, CEPT IN SIMS OR BIO-PARKS™, N ALL THE PREDATORS HAV MOVED 2 THE WIRED JUNGLE. BUT THE BEASTS OF THE DAY STILL SEND OUT SIGNALS 2 EACH OTHER...
Panel 3. Extreme close up through GOLUM™’s monocle. She’s extremely old and withered like an elderly Zsa Zsa Gabor, wearing a Holoscreen hi tech looking visor, her hair up in a catheter like plastic tubing beehive with circuitry patterns on it, monitoring her vital signs and pumping life extending chemical mix into her 100 plus system, round flat bio- pods networked across her body. Wires run up her nose and hang loosely, connecting up into the roof of the Walker bonding her to it. She too, is wearing a one piece all over smartsuit, but more ruffled like a tracksuit, ill fitting, corporate logos and stripes down the side, and she’s full of cybertek threaded through her old bag of bones and replacement parts, like a full cyborg granny.

GOLUM™> UGGHH! SHES VAT MEAT DRESSED AS LAMB, JUST LIKE A SUNDAY ROAST...

PAGE TWENTY EIGHT (four panels)

Panel 1. Medium panel head and shoulders shots. GOLUM™’s smiling, sharp canine teeth prominent like a predator, holo monocle switching off.
GOLUM™> ALRIGHT, WER GOING IN 4 THE KILL....LOOK FUNKY @ ALL TIMEZ!

Panel 2. Pan down the line left to right and see them all with the same smile, looking like a very menacing teen gang, Blu a bit nervous looking but trying to bluff it out and act tough, a bit dazed, the holo advertising hovering behind them lighting up the night.
GOLUM™> TOY DEATH, START UR ENGINEZ!
BLU> CAPTION> MY HEART FEELZ LIKE ITS GOING 2 EXPLODE ITS BEATING SO FAST N I DONT KNOW IF I CAN GO THRO WITH THIS. I WANT 2, CAUSE IVE GOTTA PROVE MYSELF 2 GOLUM™ N THE KREW, BUT IT ALL FEELS SO MUCH MORE REAL THAN REAL. MORE INTENSE, ALMOST OUT OF KONTROL...Panel 3. Same as before except they’ve turned on their holo-gear and their headsets all flare into life, they’re all wearing holo-headbands that light up with hologram feathers, each headset different, GOLUM™’s a full chief’s feathers, others one or two each like futro Indians, and have lazer-holo weapons in their hands, axes and bows, etc. GOLUM™ turns on the chunky Indian Lazer-Bow™ in his hands and the laser string lights up with a holo-laser arrow already cocked, puts his hand over his mouth and starts making Indian whooping noises, gearing up into the fun... Each of the lazerholo headpieces and knives and bows n arrow sets have data overlay round inset boxes naming them with their ™ trademark symbols hanging in the air.
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GOLUM™> AH-WHOO-WOO-WOO-WOO-WOO-WOO-WOO...!
BLU> CAPTION> I TAKE A DEEP BREATH N MY BOWELS EMPTY... THERES A WARM BUZZING ALL OVER MY BODY AS THE BIO-SUIT™ COMES ON-LINE N BEGINS RECYCLING MY SKREET, NANOS THREADED THRO THE FABRIC TURNING IT IN2 NRG...
Panel 4. Large panel from the MOOGIE’s POV looking up at the kidz as she’s turned down the side alley of the building they’re on the rooftop on. Toy Death are scrabbling down the fire escape towards her one by one. 704 has jumped from the the middle rung of the fire escape ladder and we catch him, real big and hillbilly like, a malicious grin on his face, Skatch hanging on screaming as he goes down on his back. Snarx hangs all snake like from the bottom of the fire escape ladder, GOLUM™ and Blu hanging back. Since it’s from Blu’s pov maybe a hazy light filter over the scene.
704> TASTY...
SKATCH> AH-WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
SNARX> ...SSS...
BLU> CAPTION> UNDO! UNDO! UNDO! O FUK...IVE SKRUT MY PANTS N THERES A HOLE IN MY HED N EVERYTHINGS BEAUTIFUL, THE COLORS...THE WIND...THE SMELLS... EVERYTHINGS SPARKLING LIKE LOGIC CHIPZ ON A BIO-BOARD N NOTHING MATTERS, EVERYTHINGS KONNECTED N MAKES SOME KRAZY KINDA SENSE...

PAGE TWENTY NINE (three panels)

Panel 1. Blu and GOLUM™ are at the bottom of the fire escape, GOLUM™ coaching the trepidatious Blu, below them the alley goes down about another twelve feet ending in an interconnecting geodesic mini-dome aeroboard city of transient homeless people, like cardboard but shiny reflective surface interconnecting like a bees hive. The transients are dressed in shabby one piece slacksuits, not holo, the ones out of their aeroboard houses look up at them. They’re cooking little fires and roasting cats on them, sitting round the open fire, eating. Their faces are all ravaged and eaten away and bodies mutated with bio-tek additions, they glow in the dark and have elephantitis of the head, rear up on insect hind legs and various ones have animal skins and features, giraffe heads, cat features, coloured skin, etc..
GOLUM™> WER DEEP IN THE FLO, KREW - ITS NOT OFTEN THE MOOGIES COME OFF-LINE N OUT OF THEIR CLAVES 2 SLUM IN MEATSPACE! N JUST LOOK @ THEM WHEN THEY DO - SEALED AWAY IN LUMBERING BIO-MEKS™, LIKE FISH EVOLVING EXO-SUITS 2 WALK ON LAND. SO LAUGHABLY RETRO.
Panel 2. GOLUM™ smiles, pushing Blu off the bottom rung of the fire escape ledge, about twelve feet from the ground. Blu’s looking terrified as he grabs at the air, feet paddling as he falls down, same crowd shot as before but everyone’s moved round.
GOLUM™> DONT B SKARED, FRIEND BLU, HAV A CLOSR LOOK!
BLU> GOLUM™ - DONT!
BLU> CAPTION> .... WALKING ON AIR PADDING EMPTINESS UNDER MY FEET N A PIT OF FEAR PULSES IN MY BELLY... N EVRY SECOND IS FULL N RIPE N WONDERFUL, A FROZEN MOMENT THAT GOES ON 4EVR...Panel 3. From above we see GOLUM™ leaning down over the railing, shouting, one hand over his mouth as Blu lands on a Logoed hive mini-dome aeroboard structure housing homeless people in it. They scatter in fear as he lands.

BLU> AAAAAHHHHH!!!
GOLUM™> THATS THE WAY, JUMP RIGHT IN2 IT, TAKE A BYTE OUT OF LIFE!
S/FX> HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!

PAGE THIRTY (four panels)

Panel 1. Large panel from underneath as GOLUM™ drops down the wall towards us, about twenty feet down but still very dramatic looking, his Monster Bootz™ prominent in the foreground of the shot, leopard print coat billowing in the wind, his one piece black body suit showing underneath, and he’s grinning like there’s no tomorrow, a hologram Indian hat full of holo feathers, like an Indian chief...
GOLUM™> (singing) THESE BOOTZ WER MADE 4 WALKING...N THATS JUST WHAT THEYLL DO...1 OF THESE DAYZ THESE BOOTZ R GONNA WALK ALL OVER U....

Panel 2. Looking up from the POV of the MOOGIE in the Ambient Walker underneath, looking up as GOLUM™ literally runs down the side of the wall towards us. His bootz are kinetic powered so he can run up and down walls and absorb kinetic energy, using the momentum to defy gravity.
GOLUM™> DA DA DA DA! DA DA DA DA! BOOTZ...START WALKIN!

Panel 3. GOLUM™ lands on the ground with knees bent deep to absorb the impact, little cartoon lightning bolts coming out of the bootz to represent the charging of the kinetic energy by the piezioelectric motors, the ground cracking underneath him. Behind him Blu and the aeroboard city he’s broken up.
GOLUM™> U REMEMBER NANCY SINATRA™, DONT U MOOGIE? WORD ON THE STREET IS THAT THEYVE CLONED HER BACK, JUST LIKE THE WOLLY MAMMOTHS IN THE BIO-PARKS™. NANCY FUKIN SINATRA GETS 2 LIVE 4EVR BUT I DIE YOUNG, ISNT THAT JUST BLOODY WONDRFUL? WHAT A WORLD!

Panel 4. Inset picture of a pair of chunky Monster Bootz in a pop-up DATA holo-box, connected to the previous panel with a hyperlink techno tail to the caption box.
CAPTION> Data.NET™ SELECT>>> MONSTER BOOTZ ™! PIEZIO-ELECTRICAL DEVICES THAT STORE THE KINETIC NRG OF THE WALKER IN HEEL BATTERIES FOR ENHANCED PERFORMANCE AND EXTENDED LO-GRAV FUNCTIONALITY, BY BAYLIS ELECTRIK ™!

PAGE THIRTY ONE (four panels)

Panel 1. In the background down below, Blu’s picks himself up from the geodesic mini-domed aeroboard city and the street people surrounding him and dusts himself off, unhurt. In the foreground the Ambient Walker is skipping around the inside of the circle Toy Death have made around it, rearing back on it’s hind legs.
GOLUM™> HAV N HAV NOTS, THE ON-LINE RICH IN UR LITTLE WIRED SHELLS N US OFF-LINE OUTCASTS SCRABBLING FOR UR TEK KRUMBS.
BLU> CAPTION> ...AH AH AH... I CANT BELIEVE HE JUST DID THAT... THAT WAS AMAZING! BETTER THAN ANY SIM....IT WAS REAL…

Panel 2. They’re all whooping it up like Indians on the warpath, hands over mouths and doing a dance around the Mek like indians surrounding a cowboy wagon. They’ve got these lasertag bow n arrows n laseraxes and some have holo feathered headgear. It’s meant to be like the current lasertag game but more cyber and holographic, the bows zapping into life like holograms and the arrows spontaneously generating from the notch of the bow.
BLU> CAPTION> O FUK O FUK...OLD Data.NET™ FACTS R STILL FLOODING MY CPU... EVRYTHINGS RIFFING OFF EVRYTHING ELSE: A SINGLE EJACULATION FROM AN ELEPHANT IS ENOUGH 2 FEED AN ANTHILL 4 AN ENTIRE YEAR.
SNARX> SSSS...
704> THE BITCH IS GAGGIN 4 IT, SAYZ...

Panel 3. Toy Death are firing laserarrows from hologram like bows at the Ambient Walker. It’s raining laser bolts and a few hologram arrows mark where they’ve hit like on a video game, all marked out in seared sections on the Mech’s hide.
BLU> CAPTION> GOLUM™ SAYZ A MOOGIE WILL ONLY KEEP US IN CHIPZ 4 A WEEK...BUT THATS INFLATION, I GUESS.

Panel 4. Inset Data.NET™ caption holo box of an extremely old and wrinkled man in one piece smartsuit smiling at the viewer like a pop up web ad, connected to the next panel by a data overlay caption hyperlink.
CAPTION> Data.NET™ SELECT>>> MOOGIES> LOW-REZ PEJORATIVE FOR RICH, ACTIVE CENTENARIANS WITH EXTENDED LIFESPANS THAT LIVE IN HERMETICALLY SEALED ENCLAVES, HOLDING VOTING SHARES IN CORPS. INDEPENDENT ANALYSTS POINT OUT MOOGIES HOG THE RESOURCES AT THE TOP OF THE ECONOMIC HIERARCHY, LIVING LONGER AND BOTTLENECKING THE CORPORATE LADDER FOR THE MASSES BELOW... CONTRACTED ANALYSTS BEG TO DIFFER...>>>

PAGE THIRTY TWO (two panels)

Panel 1. Very dramatic panel as the insect like Ambient Walker is under attack from all of Toy Death like Indians attacking cowboys, the MOOGIE screaming, her mouth wide open and hands at the sides of her face, holographic screens surrounding her in a sea of data from the Ambient Walker, warning signs flashing, control options with icons flaring, a flame icon, a lightning bolt icon, a help question mark and a medical cross, insurance company’s logo as well as other strange symbol hologylphs.
SKATCH> AH-WOO-WOO-WOO-WOO!
SNARX> SSSAYZ...LOOK @ THAT SSSUIT...SSSHES THREADED!
GOLUM™> WELL UR GOING DOWN, U N BLOODY NANCY CLONED SINATRA™, ALL OF U RICH FUKIN KUNTS!
MOOGIE> EEEEEEEAAAAHHHH!

Panel 2. Large panel/longshot as the Ambient Walker goes down, like horses as they fall on their rumps, its alive and has organic movements. Lazer-Arrows are lodged in the swivelling neck, sparks flaring like a wounded beast as they all go in like its cowboyz and indians, whooping it up...
BLU> CAPTION> THE AMBIENT WALKER™ FALLS W/ A CURIOUS GRACE, NOT LIKE A MACHINE @ ALL, N IT HITZ ME AGAIN THAT THIS IS REAL, YA, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, I HAV 2 KEEP REMINDING MYSELF THAT. ITS ALL FUN N GAMEZ...
BLU> CAPTION> UNTIL SOMEONE GETS HURT...

PAGE THIRTY THREE (five panels)

Panel 1. Close up on the MOOGIE inside her bubble cockpit, screaming, her hands up in fear as she looks out at the krew swarming over her, holo data trail with warning icons surrounding her everywhere, linking to parts of the Mek.
MOOGIE> OH MY GAWD, NO...AHHHHHH!

MOOGIE> ...STAY AWAY YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE CRASHERS...!

Panel 2. From inside the Ambient Walker we see GOLUM™ smashing at the bubble door with his cane, the plastic bubble door shattering in a spiderweb pattern but absorbing the impact, holos flaring.
GOLUM™> NOW U JUST SIT BAK, BABY...ME N THESE OTHER BOYZ, WER GONNA WORK THINGS OUT...
RUDE MEK> (in a hyperlink caption box linking to the cane) CAREFUL U FUK! IM A DELICATE PIECE OF SAPIENT TEK, NOT A BATTERING RAM!
GOLUM™> AW, SHUDDUP!Panel 3. Close up from GOLUM™’s POV with his monocle as he views the schematics for the Ambient Walker, as well as colour overlays of the MOOGIE’s cloned replacement and bio-tek parts, especially the robotic eye. It looks like infrared or heat patterns with text and data boxes highlighting things of interest, the left eye, the liver, the chest, hips, lots of tek in her head.
GOLUM™> OH, UR A WONDRFUL MOOGIE, RNT U? A WIRED RELIK OF THE OLD DAYZ, A WALKING, STOMPING HOTBED OF MEDWARE™ IN EVERY ORIFICE! JUST LOOK @ THE WAY UR CHEST RISES N FALLS W/ EACH BEAT OF UR RESPIRATOR PUMPS! THE WAY THE TUBES N BIO-CHIPZ EMBEDDED IN UR ANCIENT BAG OF BONES GLITTER LIKE PRECIOUS JEWELS...


Panel 4. Large panel. Pull back to see exterior shot of all these feral cyberkidz swarming over the downed machine, knocking at the weakened glass and shattering it. 704, Skatch and Snarx are touching the metal mech as they reach in for her. GOLUM™ is standing back with his monocle raised looking at the MOOGIE now he’s opened it up for the rest of the krew, Blu beside him nervous and pacing. The Ambient Walker has popped a transparent inflatable airbag to insulate her and filling it with an protective fluid that starts to fill up like a fishbowl, up to her waist already with a non-conducting protective fluid.

GOLUM™> UR BEAUTY IS IN UR UGLINESS, YA?

MOOGIE> ...STAY BACK...OR I SWEAR...I-I’LL...

Panel 5. Interior shot of the bubble cabin of the Mek, close up on her head and shoulders with the fluid levels in the cabin now rising up to her chin. She’s got heavy mascara and wrinkles everywhere, darling, maybe a little Marilyn Monroe type beauty spot near her shrivelled lips. She’s scared to death as she prepares her last defence .

MOOGIE> AEEEIIII!

PAGE THIRTY FOUR (two panels)

Panel 1. Large panel. Pull back from another angle, maybe aerial, to see the Ambient Walker as it sends out an electric shock that fries most of Toy Death that are touching it - Snarx (though he’s not effected as much) , 704 and Skatch. Snarx is touching the Mek but’s not as hurt because of his thick gene altered skin, though everyone else is shocked right to the hair line. Skatch’s the closest, his skeleton glows through his furry skin, all lit up like an x-ray, hair spiking out, he’s fried big time, smoke rising off his skin. 704’s the next closest, looking stunned and dropping his lazer-weapon, his exo-gloves sparking and short circuiting. GOLUM™ and Blu are standing back watching and are not hurt, though GOLUM™ has a pissed off look on his face and is shielding his eyes with one arm, Blu behind him doing the same, the two of them illuminated like silhouettes against the light. The electric shock short circuits everyone’s holo-headsets and the like from here on in, though they may be sparking in the next few panels intermittently.
GOLUM™> SHES WIRED, FUK, LOOK OUT!

SKATCH> NYAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!
BLU> CAPTION> THERES A SMELL LIKE BURNING POLYMER N VAT FOOD SPLICED 2GETHER AS SKATCH LIGHTS UP N THE HOLO GEAR SHORT CIRCUITS, SPILLING OVR IN2 LIGHT PATTERNS THAT SPIT IN2 THE NIGHT...

Panel 2. Medium shot of Snarx, unharmed by the electric jolt, who’s close enough to cut into the transparent airbag with his laserknife (Lazer-knife tm) and thick liquid insulator fluid begins to pour out. Behind the transparent membrane the MOOGIE is looking on in abject terror, small holotrails circling her.
MOOGIE> LOOK, I’LL GIVE YOU MY ACCESS CODES, JUST DONT HURT ME, PLEASE...
SNARX> SSSS....ITS 2 LATE 4 THAT, MOOGIE...
BLU> CAPTION> N ITS ALL SLICE N DICE AS HER BIO-AMNIOTIC SAC BURSTS N OUT SHE COMES, LIKE A WRINKLY SPROG REBORN IN2 THE WORLD...

PAGE THIRTY FIVE (three panels)

Panel 1. She oozes out of the insectoid alien-metallic carcass of the Ambient Walker head first as Snarx drags her out onto the street by her long port cables that connect her to the movements of the Walker in machine-human symbiosis, sparks and small plumes of smoke rising from the downed craft... A flume of holo icons, warning signals and other strange glyphs are floating around her body and linking the icons to parts of her body and the Ambient Walker with caption tails.
SNARX> ...TOY DEATH LOOK AFTER THEIR OWN...SSSS...

BLU> CAPTION> N ITS ALL HYPERREAL NOW, LIKE IM WATCHING IT BUT IM NOT REALLY PART OF IT. LIKE IM IN ANOTHER WORLD WHERE U CAN DO ANYTHING N THERES NO REPERCUSSIONS, LIKE ITS ALL HAPPENING 2 SOME1 ELSE...
Panel 2. And along the ground, all wet as the shocked Toy Death members get to their feet, 704 resting on one knee on the ground. Skatch’s on the ground with smoke rising off his charred body, dead.
MOOGIE> PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU....!

BLU>‘ CAPTION> N VIOLENCE IS JUST ANOTHER THING 2 KONSUME, LIKE THE SMELL OF SKATCHS BODY N THE PULSE OF BLOOD IN MY EARS, THE SKREET IN MY SUIT N THE WAY THE SPARKS MELT IN2 THE AIR.
Panel 3. Snarx is holding her down from behind as she kicks and screams, tears rolling down her face, she’s pleading with them and she really does look like Zsa Zsa as 704 approaches, Blu trailing alongside nervously next to the GOLUM™.

SNARX> I SSSSAY WE... SSSSCALP HER, THATS WHAT INDIANS DO...

704> LET ME @ HER, ILL SHOW HER A GOOD TIME...
BLU> CAPTION> N MY THROAT IS DRY N I FEEL LIKE IVE NEVER FELT B4, LIKE THE AIR STARTS WHERE MY SKIN STOPS N IT KONNECTS US ALL 2GETHER, ALL 1 BIG THING N HOW THE FUK AM I SUPPOSED 2 DO THIS, ITS ALL 2 RAW...

PAGE THIRTY SIX (three panels)

Panel 1. Very violent hard hitting scene as they lose it in the PLAY and go too far, as you always do. 704 smacks her across the face, which turns on profile towards us from the blow. Everythings spinning in slow motion shots, 704’s blows are raining down ultra violent like.
MOOGIE> ...NUH!...NUH...

704> UR ALL THE SAME, U THINK U CAN BUY US, TREAT US LIKE TRASH...WELL UR WRONG!
MOOGIE> ...UGHH!
Panel 2. GOLUM™’s put his hand on 704’s shorted out exoskelton hand, crushing it. He’s taller than GOLUM™ and he looks down at him, his eyes all glazed over and he’s angry looking, losing it.
GOLUM™> IVE TOLD U B4, MAN - DONT DAMAGE THE MERCHANDISE, YA.

Panel 3. Medium shot of the GOLUM™ holding out a lazer-knife as he turns and snaps at Blu to get over there. He gets the honours of carving her eye out. We can see Blu’s shaking. He’s not as tough as he makes out, he’s just trying to fit in. The MOOGIE’s crying, held up by the GOLUM™ in one hand, superhuman strength.
GOLUM™> N ANYWAY... ITS BLUS SLICE! U KNO WE ALWAYS LET THE NU KID HAV THE HONORS...

THIRTY SEVEN (four panels)

Panel 1. GOLUM™’s snarling, pointing at the MOOGIE with his Rude Mek cane in his other hand, pointing out the eye and the good bio-tek parts they want. They steal body parts from the rich and sell them to Nemo on the bodybanks and bio-tek black market.

GOLUM™> OK, BLU, LISTEN UP: THE LEFT EYES BIO-TEK, TOSHIBA™ BY THE LOOK, RECENT MODEL. INNER EARS SANYO™, Data.NET™ CHIP IS BT™. REPLACEMENT CLONED LUNGS N LIVER, EXTENSIVE EPIDERMAL RESCULPTING, NOTHING WE CAN SALVAGE THERE. HER SENSEWARES ™ ALREADY SIGNALLED A MEDICAL RESPONSE UNIT, SO WEV GOTTA B QUICK...
Panel 2. Close up on Blu as he looks at the holoknife, accepts it, still spinning out, caught up in all this and not sure what’s going on.
BLU> CAPTION> GOLUM™ PASSES ME THE LAZER-KNIFE™ N I CAN FEEL HIS SWEAT STILL ON THE HANDLE, WARM ON MY SKIN.

Panel 3. Extreme close up on the glowing Lazer-Knife ™ in Blu’s hand, shimmering brightly.
BLU> CAPTION> THE GLO OF THE BLADE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAV SEEN SINCE THE LAST BEAUTIFUL THING, N I JUST CANT IMAGINE IT HURTING ANY1...
Panel 4. Blu cant do it. He drops the knife. We close in on it falling from his hand towards the ground, down where Skatch’s smoking body lies.
BLU> I... I…CANT, GOLUM™, IM SORRY, MY PREFERENCES JUST RNT LOADED 4 THIS...

PAGE THIRTY EIGHT (four panels)
Panel 1. GOLUM™ looks at him, smouldering with rage, grabs the knife, puts it under his nose, extreme close up of them having it out.
GOLUM™> 4 FUKS SAKE, HIVER BOY, R U IN THE GAME OR NOT? WE DONT HAV TIME 4 THIS!
Panel 2. Pull back to see the GOLUM™ standing there in the shadows, pointing his Rude Mek cane at the Moogie, who’s trembling as GOLUM™ goes in for the cut, the lazer-knife in his other hand.
GOLUM™> ITS 2 LATE 2 BACK OUT NOW, FRIEND BLUBLU. THINK OF IT AS ART. WER SCULPTING FLESH, THATS ALL. SAME AS THEY DID WHEN THEY MADE ME, ONLY LO-TEK. ...
Panel 3. Close up on GOLUM™ and the Moogie, the lazer-knife just above her face, bruised and tears streaming down in, a mesh of wires up her nose all slashed where she was cut from the Ambient Walker, her face all lit up by the light of the knife.
GOLUM™> N IF U WANT 2B IN THIS KREW THEN REMEMBER THE FIRST RULE - IF UR A PLAYER....

Panel 4. Pull back further, above shot as seen through a camera lens, GRID like data XY coordinates overlays, aerial shot. Toy Death standing tightly round the debris of the Mek mugging the old MOOGIE, all illuminated by the laserknife in GOLUM™’s hand as it flares into action, like a blowtorch...


GOLUM™> ...U GO ALL THE WAY.
MOOGIE> AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEYYY!!!
CAPTION> >>>SCANNING...
>>>SCANNING...
>>>SCANNING...
PAGE THIRTY NINE (three panels)

Panel 1. Zooming back even further from the top of the alleys, mainly the alleyway and the other streets, too far away to see people, just buildings and adverts, again through a camera lens, XY Grid coordinates overlaid on the panel/screen, slightly different than before. This is where a lot of the digital effects start to come in with data overlays and the like.
CAPTION> >>> THE SUBDERMAL BODYALARM TRIGGERED at 00:21:14 +0000 CYCLES DUE TO A VIOLENT RUPTURE IN THE VICTIM’S SENSEWEAR™ NET.
Panel 2. Small inset panel. We see a floating I-spy satellite monitoring all this, about the size of a basketball against the night sky and corporate skyscrapers with ads. On it’s side is blazoned the same ubiquitous corporate logo used on one of the HIVEscrapers at the start. The same symbol FLAW will have on her outfit, a Pyramid in a stylized eye. The privatized company Law symbol.
CAPTION> >>>PAN TRANSMISSIONS TO THE MONITORING I-SPY REGISTERED A SHARP INCISION THROUGH THE LEFT EYE SOCKET, APPROXIMATELY EIGHT CENTIMETRES DEEP...
Panel 3. Large panel. One medium sized extreme close up on FLAW’s face, smiling, with six other small inset holo pop up screens that fill the page. She’s got long blonde half Mohawk type half shaved head and lots of cyber extensions and data overlays over her eyes, seeing holo close ups of what’s happening down below. Theres at least half a dozen quite clear shots, close ups of GOLUM™’s hand holding the lazer-knife; the Moogie’s bloodied and screaming wrinkled face, eye socket open and bleeding; the wriggling eye in GOLUM™’s white hand as he puts into a black bio-bag; face shots of Blu, GOLUM™, Snarx, 704 and Skatch, closeups or whatever size fits.
She’s wearing a black one piece stylized padded smartsuit with a Indian dragon motif and has rough
klunky MEK exo-armour over her joints and body like streamlined Japanese Manga robots, though we can’t see her
full body yet. She’s a full on psy-borg with data-links and cyborg body replacements, her whole POV is overlaid with
GRID like coordinates and computer desktop iconography. She’s an Enforcer for the CORPZ that run everything –
privatised law enforcement officers, the new breed of corporate freelance bounty hunters. Unlike the kids, she
speaks standard English, like the Moogie and any ‘official’ Data.Net™ stuff.
FLAW> CAPTION> PUTER, RUN A FULL BIOMETRIC SWEEP OF THE AREA AND PATTERN MATCH THE RESULTS AGAINST THE DATABANKS...I WANT TO KNOW WHO I’M DEALING WITH AND WHAT THEY’RE WORTH BEFORE I GO IN...PAGE FORTY (two panels)

Panel 1. Large panel as a series of spotlights stab out through the night from the I-Spy as a siren goes off and it lowers down on them, everyone looking up, holding their hands over their faces and ears as the sonic alarm goes off, they’re trapped. GOLUM™’s got the knife in one hand and a small bio-bag in the other, Blu’s standing next to him and the now bleeding Moogie. It’s projecting a zero target on them or some symbol that warps over their forms when it’s projected like a slideshow, the symbol of the corporation that’s in charge of security and policing, the pyramid in the eye. It’s filming them and has their identities from the databases overlaying as text/dataoverlays...
These captions Hyperlink/data overlay the body of the MOOGIE #1 and Skatch, still smouldering #2.

GOLUM™> SKREET N BRIKS, AN I-SPY! SKATTER, KREW!
CAPTION#1> >>>ASHTON-SMITH, PEMPHASILIA, MRS. GPS PREFERRED CUSTOMER/ QUANTUM CLASS. STOCKHOLDER OBYX INDUSTRIES, ONESTAR CORP, AFFYMATRIX/SCROLL FILE>>> RAPID RESPONSE MEDICAL UNIT HAS BEEN DEPLOYED>>> SECURING PHYSICAL INTEGRITY AND BILLING HER ACCOUNT, STANDARD RESCUE CHARGE, STATUS> ENGAGE >>>
CAPTION #2> >>>UNKNOWN> SEVERE DAMAGE TO BODY, THIRD DEGREE BURNS AND SURFACE FIRES STILL FLARING. NO INSURANCE MITES REGISTERING, STATUS> NON>>>

FLAW> ALRIGHT PUTER, I’M GOING IN> BEGIN LIVE STREAMING TO Data.NETS™ ON MY MARK...AND...NOW>>>Panel 2. Longshot from above as they break away from the Mek and scatter in all directions, splitting up, ditching their toyz, leaving the MOOGIE on the ground bleeding... GOLUM™ and Blu are heading to the right of the panel, the others to the left, Snarx separate.

I- SPY> CAPTION> >>>AS PER THE REVISED NADER CONSUMER PROTECTION ACT, 2010 PLEASE BE AWARE ANYTHING YOU SAY OR DO MAY BE FILMED AND RESOLD FOR LIVE ‘REALITY FEEDZ’ TO COMMERCIAL Data.NET™ PROVIDERS. YOUR IMAGE IN THE ARREST FOOTAGE IS PROTECTED AND YOU WILL RECEIVE RESIDUALS IN THE EVENT THAT YOU ARE NOT CHARGED WITH A CRIME. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY!
PAGE FORTY ONE ( three panels)

Panel 1. Large panel of Flaw attacking on her hi-tech sapient hoverbike, riding over the top of the downed Ambient Walker towards them, hologram teeth gnashing and holo face flaring at the front of the bike, her hair billowing in the wind, teeth bared and laughing, cyborg eye blazing red and surrounded by other floating tech I-Spys. On a holo screen floating in front of her she can see what the floating I-spy is seeing, close ups on their faces. Manga like speed lines and full on action shot. FLAW> REALITY BYTES, WILDBOYZ!
CAPTION> Data.NET™ UPLINK> >>>LIVE FROM OCEANIA SECTOR 3, FEEL THE THRILL OF REAL LIFE ACTION AS A LICENSED FLAW AGENT CAPTURES CRIMINAL WILDCHILDS! WITH PAY PER VIEW SENSE.NET™, REMOTE VIEWERS CAN EXPERIENCE THE FINEST REALITY FEEDZ FOR ONLY 100 CREDITS! INSTANT CONNECTION BUT YOU MUST ACT NOW!>>>Panel 2. Through the I-spy GRID screen with XY coordinates overlaying the scene. Flaw chases 704 on her hoverbike, from behind, down the alleyway. We see her connecting with him in the back with her metallic cyborg arm, right along his exo-spine, planting a metal pod on his back as sparks flying and the wind’s knocked out of him. A hyperlink box connects the first caption box to the point where she connect with him. Snarx is slightly ahead of them, sticking to the wall in half shadow, maybe half out of panel. Both 704 and Snarx have their own icons on her desktop screen /POV.
CAPTION> >TRACKING...
>TRACKING...
>TRACK...CONNECT
FLAW> YOU KNOW, I AM SOOO GLAD I RESTRUCTURED MY CATCH PROFILE TO SEARCH FOR OFFENDERS BY PER OUTSTANDING CRIME. IT REALLY PAYS TO HOPE THE WORST OF PEOPLE... Panel 3. Medium shot of the aerostat cameras that follow Flaw everywhere, broadcasting all her live footage to the Data.NETS™, again through the GRID data overlays. Here the tennis ball sized versions of the I-Spys are hovering around 704 on the ground on all fours, his exo-implants all sparking at once from the pod device. His exo-mek gloves explode. The caption is hyperlinked to overlay 704.
CAPTION> TARGET> >>>JESSE ZUBRIN, AKA ‘704’. SEX> MALE. AGE> 15. HEIGHT> 6’3. WEIGHT> 350 LBS. EXTREME PHYSIOGNOMY RESCULPTING FROM VIGILANT/PHARMACOM MEGA-STEROID DRUG ISSUE# 704 AND SUB-DERMAL MUSCLE ACTUATORS. WARNING EXTREMELY VIOLENT MOOD SWINGS FROM CONTINUED STEROID USE . WANTED FOR RAPE, ASSAULT AND BATTERY, GBH, BREAKING AND ENTERING, THEFT, POSSESSION OF ILLEGAL BIO-TEK MARK #6533241> EXO-GLOVES. STATUS> REWARD>>>

PAGE FORTY TWO (three panels)

Panel 1. Surrounded by the floating tennis ball size I-Spys again, GRID overlays, Flaw is still on her hoverbike blasting down the little alley and has caught up to Snarx, grabbing him from behind by the head in her metal grip as he looks back at her in fear, legs dangling two feet off the ground... The caption hyperlinked overlay on Snarx.
CAPTION > >>>SEX> MALE . AGE> UNKNOWN . HEIGHT> 5’11. WEIGHT> APPROX 200 LBS. SKIN-TEXTURE PATTERNING MATCHES AFFYMATRIX™ BIO-SKIN-TEXTURE ISSUE #91003>
‘CROCODILE ’. FIVE GOLD EARINGS IN LEFT EAR, STRETCHED LOBE ON RIGHT WITH GOLD RING, FORKED TONGUE AND OPTIMUM™ PERMA-LENSES ISSUE# A-11> LIZARD. STATUS> START FILE>>>Panel 2. GRID overlays again as her hoverbike skids to a sideways stop before a dead end in the alley, she uses her momentum to smash Snarx into the wall, head first. Hovering holo datatrails about the size of postcards are feeding ratings viewing numbers and different views of the scene.
CAPTION> SYS>>>INTERNAL MEMO>>>PRELIMINARY FEED SITE FIGURES SHOW 100,000 UPLINKS AND CLIMBING>>>
FLAW> JEEZ, THE Data.NETS™ JUST LOVE YOU WILDCHILDS, CLICK THROUGH RATINGS ARE THROUGH THE ROOF! NOW IF YOU CAN JUST PUT UP A BIT OF A FIGHT FOR THE REMOTE VIEWERS BACK HOME...Panel 3. From Flaw’s POV, the panel laid out like a folder on a webpage. Seen through a holo screen, grainy jerky colour footage, on board desktop computer icons trailing down both sides of the panel, 704’s with a line through it now and INACTIVE> under it in computer font, Snarx’s icon blinking or colored, XY co-ordinates and the like. Snarx is struggling against her mek grip, his lizard eyes split and bleeding, face smashed in, his split tongue slithering through broken teeth, both of his arms unable to break the grip of her mek arm around his neck, choking him, he’s about a foot off the ground.
FLAW> SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS. ITS THE JUNIOR LABOR FARMS FOR YOU...
SNARX> CAPTION> SSS...FUK...U!

PAGE FORTY THREE (three panels)

Panel 1. In the left hand bottom corner of the panel we can see she’s dropping Snarx to the ground and turning. She’s surrounded by her aerocameras - tennis ball sized cameras hovering in front of her and to the sides, her field of vision turning too, caught in motion. They’re looking at GOLUM™ and Blu running, at the top of the alley and about to dart into the crowd.
CAPTION> SYS>>>INTERNAL MEMO>>>PROBABILITY ANALYSIS SUGGESTS LETTING SUSPECTS FLEE. RATINGS ALWAYS PEAK WITH A CHASE SCENARIO>>> RELEASING NANO-MITES/START FILE>>>Panel 2. Medium shot from Flaw’s POV through the folder/web box panel border design, grainy camera eye footage and holo desktop icons down both sides of the panel, holos icons the size of golf balls are blinking, one for GOLUM™, one for Blu, a stylized Lego looking white panther and a Duplo blue elephant.
Both these captions can be miniaturized stat panels pop up captions.
CAPTION> >>>UNKNOWN. PATTERN MATCHES GOLUM™ #00192-111> SEX> NEUTER. AGE> UNKNOWN. HEIGHT> 6’0. WEIGHT> 110 LBS. AFFYMATRIX™ BRED SINCE 2010. LIMITED
RUN/TERMINATOR SEED. LONGEVITY R&D BATCH #00192-111. DESIGNER TELOMASES CAP LIFESPAN AT APPROX SIXTEEN STANDARD CYCLES. THIS MODEL HAS RESEQUENCED DNA EXPRESSIONS A-303 # INCREASED PROCESSING SPEED AND A-808 # ENHANCED REFLEXES. WARNING **WARNING** APPROACH WITH CAUTION. STATUS> STARTING FILE>>> CAPTION> UNKNOWN> SEX> MALE. AGE> UNKNOWN. HEIGHT> 5’4 WEIGHT> APPROX 90 LBS. BLUE BIO-DYE PATTERN MATCHES SOLARIZ ISSUE # 161634579> UV PROTECTANT BIO-DYE . COMPANY BIO-BRAND ABOVE LEFT EYE INDICATES RECIPROCAL LABOR CONTRACT WITH THE PICKLEWORTH/SAWASANA ZAIBATSU, REQUEST ACCESS TO ZAIBATSU DATABASE>>> STATUS> STARTING FILE>>>Panel 3. Close up of Flaw, same data overlays from her cyborg eye flaring, the two GOLUM™ and Blu holo icons from before blinking in close up now. She bares her teeth and hisses, breathes in.
FLAW> CAPTION> CONFIRM.

PAGE FORTY FOUR (three panels)

Panel 1. GRID overlays again, GOLUM™ and Blu are running up the alley away from the reader, towards the crowded main street at the end of the alley. Blu’s looking over his shoulder, GOLUM™’s in front of him running into the crowd, perhaps we can see he’s clutching something in his left hand, hidden, a bio-bag with the eye they’ve taken from the MOOGIE.
GOLUM™> A FLAW! THIS IS BAD, BAD NEWZ, FRIEND BLU! LETS KUT N PASTE...
BLU> BUT...THE KREW...
FLAW> CAPTION> SELECT>>> VOICEPRINT> MAE WEST™>
FLAW> (different font) I’LL GET YOU, MY PRETTIES! YOU CANT ESCAPE THE I-SPYS. THE Data.NETS™ SEE ALL!
CAPTION> SYS>>>INTERNAL MEMO>>> AND CUT>>>
CAPTION> Data.NET™ UPDATE>>> TUNE IN TO 201.333.202 FOR FURTHER Sense.NET™ REALITY FEEDZ AS THEY HAPPEN!

Panel 2. The GRID overlay as through all this sequence, but here its warped as the signals break up. Blu’s merging into the crowd out in the street, surrounded by mixed DnB wearing tekno punks and gene altered people, smartsuits, futro fashion, air-masks and tekno revamped bubble helmets like in old 50s sci-fi, hovering I-Spys and a rickshaw MEK goes by as he and GOLUM™ are absorbed by the crowd, lost amongst all the bodies. Above and around the whole crowd is a sea of visual holographic data from all the .NETS transmitting inphomation. Visualize this like data on a screen, no boxes for the text, holo icons and graphs, lines everywhere, all done in CG effects, no black line inks.
GOLUM™> @ THE MOMENT WE R THE KREW, N OUR 1ST DUTY IS 2 STAY ALIVE, NOT BECOME REALITY FEED STARZ ON THE Crime.NETS™ ! NOW BLEND IN2 THE CROWD, THE BACKGROUND CHATTER OF THE .NETS WILL BLOCK THE I-SPYS SIGNALS...Panel 3. As before, except they’ve fully blended into the crowd. No GRID overlay. The MEKrickshaw passes and they’ve gone, swallowed up. A fully smartsuited black nun looking chick with robo-extensions around her joints and on mechanical spring loaded Monster Bootz™ goes by in the foreground, flashing a peace sign at the reader.
GOLUM™> INFECT FROM WITHIN...

PAGE FORTY FIVE (two panels)

Panel 1. Establishing shot, large panel, from the back of the room looking at GOLUM™ and Blu at the front interior entrance, a neon like holographic sign above their head reads ‘VIRTUAL ZONE’ . GOLUM™’s carrying the body parts they’ve salvaged from the MOOGIE in a hermetically sealed zip-lock bag, like those used in hospitals for organ transfer. Maybe black with a rounded look to it or transparent, with the parts showing like a goldfish in a bag. They’re walking down the main corridor of a future VRparlour; we’re looking down a long lit up neon corridor between the VR machines. The Virtual Zone is a real slum. Dirty, ratty look to everything.
Young kids and adults are hanging limply in a mesh of wires,a row of about twelve, six either side,
full big alien like headsets and eye goggles, full haptic suits, like black wetsuits with copper circuitry tracing the
muscle contours and washing over them, supporting them and then feeding back up to the ceiling in their own
private cylindrical transparent tubings. They’re thrashing around playing VR games in the current legal state of the
art VR - the haptic suits. Some kids are pointing hands together like they’re gripping invisible guns, others riding
invisible motorcycles, others all in various forms of play, hanging there from the ceiling like trapped in circuitry spider
webs. It’s also very bright in there - neon and everythings white tiles walls, mirrors, the walls themselves are letting
off a light phorescence. Maybe shot from worms eye view down by the lit up floor.
The people in the haptic virtual suits have color coded holo stickers on their heads, red for the most
violent, the gun games, yellow for medium level and green for safe games. A holo sign explaining this hangs on the
wall or by the door in this or the next panel. The stickers are glowing pulsing out light.
BLU> WHAT R WE DOING HERE, GOLUM™? ONLY REAL LO-REZ COME 2 THE SIM ARCADES ANYMORE. WHY LEAVE UR HIVE?
GOLUM™> (whispering) WOULD U KEEP UR VOICE DOWN? ITS LIKE THIS, YA - WER GOING 2 C NEMO, HES THE KREWS PATRON. HE SELLS PIRATE BIO- CHIPZ - GLITTERINGS N DRAGONHEARTS, BEOWULFS N HYPERFLEXES, U NAME IT, HES GOT IT...
BLU> (whispering) BUT I DONT WANT 2 DO SIMS ANYMORE, GOLUM™, NOT NOW IM OFF-LINE...THE BASELINE GRIDS WHERE ITS @...Panel 2. From behind - they’ve walked down the middle between the two rows of immersants and reached the back door, which we see over their shoulders; rectangular but it’s a pneumatic door about seven feet tall that open inwards like a portal, surrounded by a neon like trim that glows phosphorescently. Next to it is a hovering octopoid droid. GOLUM™’s looking nervously over his shoulder towards the viewer, cigarette hanging from his lips, really frazzled like. Blu’s facing us, looking back up at the kids hanging there in their haptic suits, looking dazed.

GOLUM™> (whispering) AH, BUT THATS THE TWEAK, YA? NEMOS GOT A SPECIAL BIO-CHIP THAT READS WHATS INSIDE UR HED, CODES IT N BRINGS IT ALL ON2 THE OUTSIDE.
GOLUM™ (whispering) TRUST ME, ITS NOT LIKE ANYTHING UVE JAKED B4...

PAGE FORTY SIX (four panels)

Panel 1. At the back entrance in front of Blu and GOLUM™ theres also an octopus like torso droid with a transparent camera eye head, anti-grav floating base that scans players for age. They have to show their ID which Blu does with the e-tagz round his neck, holding them up as the droid scans them.
DROID> WELCOME 2 THE VIRTUAL ZONE™ . PLEAZE HAVE YOUR E-TAGZ ™ READY FOR INSPECTION! RED PASSES ARE ACCESS ALL SIMS, YOU MUST BE 16 OR OLDER TO PLAY. YELLOW PASSES ARE FOR MEDIUM VIOLENCE CONTENT, GREEN PASSES FOR FAMILY FRIENDLY™ VIRTUAL ENVIRONMENTS, ALL AGES. Panel 2. Blu’s facing the droid as GOLUM™ turns to face the door.
DROID> WELCOME CITIZEN # 30186441>>>
GOLUM™> DONT WORRY ABOUT ALL THAT. I CAN HEAR MONGO COMING!

BLU> WHO?Panel 3. Close up on the door as it swirls and opens, GOLUM™ and Blu visible from head up on profiles. There’s a genegineered monkey staring down at them as it hovers there in the air, it’s genegineered little bio-mek wings flapping like a hummingbird. He’s a creepy little monkey with a fez on, and very cheeky smile, like a mutated human-chimpanzee cross. Eyes covered with bulging cybergoggle cameras like a WW2 pilot but hi-tek wiring and cyber bits feeding back into its head. It bares it’s teeth and hisses at them menacingly.
GOLUM™> NEMOS BIO-REMOTES - MONGO N MONGO.
GOLUM™> (shouts) ABOUT FUKIN TIME!

Panel 4. Close up on the goggles on the monkey’s shrill face, teeth bared, ready to attack. The goggles are cameras and we can see tiny reflections of GOLUM™ and Blublu as Nemo talks to them.
MONGO> AH, FRIEND GOLUM™. I’VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.
GOLUM™> NEMO, I DONT WANT 2 HEAR ANY SKREET- I HAV 2 C U NOW, OK?

PAGE FORTY SEVEN (five panels)

Panel 1. Close up on GOLUM™ and Blu on a screen on the other end of the camera goggles, it’s Nemo watching them, the whole panel coloured red as the screen is inside his bio-tek eye. GOLUM™ holds up the opaque bag with the bio-tek in it, holding fast and looking intent, like he’s done this dozens of times before. Blu’s face has dropped and his mouth is open, in shock. The screen fills the panel, datatrails down each side.
NEMO> CAPTION> I SKIMMED THE BUST ON THE Data.NETS™ , GOLUM™, DO YOU THINK I’M STUPID? TOO OLD TO KEEP UP WITH THE NEWS? THE I-SPY’S HAVE TAGGED YOU ONCE TOO OFTEN FOR ME TO WIPE YOUR DATATRAIL, FRIEND.

Panel 2. From a different angle, maybe above, sharp angle looking down. The monkey screeches and makes hand signals, waving his fist. They have to play paper rock scissors. Nemo does this every time.

GOLUM™> THIS IS THE LAST TIME, I SWEAR 2 U NEMO. JUST LET ME UNLOAD SOME TEK N SCORE SOME GEAR.
NEMO> WELL... ALL RIGHT, BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO PLAY PAPER, ROCK, SCISSORS!
MONGO> SKRAKKK!!! SKEECCCHH! SKCEKK!

GOLUM™> NO, NOT AGAIN...LISTEN, I HAVNT GOT TIME...Panel 3. Close up on GOLUM™ and the monkey shaking their fists up and down...

GOLUM™> WELL, OK, YA...1, 2, 3... GO!


Panel 4. Close up on GOLUM™’s hand: rock and the monkey’s hand: scissors.

GOLUM™> HA!
MONGO> SKKKRRRRAAAAAAKKKKK!! (Nemo’s voice/font) BEST OF THREE?
GOLUM™> LET US IN U OLD FUK!Panel 5. The door dissolves/opens and the little genemonkey flutters down the tube corridor, beckoning them inside as they look on. The corridor is filled with different colored and sized panels like the inside of a giant kaleidoscope, all shifting 2GETHER.
MONGO> ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. KEEP YOUR EYES AND MOUTH OPEN...
BLU> GOLUM™...WHATS GOING ON?

PAGE FORTY EIGHT (three panels)

Panel 1. They’re still walking down the kaleidoscope-tube like corridor, well lit and smooth, white walls lit by their own phorescence. Rounded holo overlays with speech balloon like hyperlink tails are pointing at various parts of their bodies and scanning them, enlarging what they’re seeing there, the rude mek cane, hands, eyes, nano mites embedded in the skin, hair, clothes. Collectively the holos look like a molecular print or Kirby dna design.
GOLUM™> HMMM? WELL RIGHT NOW NEMOS SPRAYING US 4 NANOS N ANY VIRUSES THAT COULD COMPROMISE HIS IMMUNE SYSTEM. HES THE OLDEST MOOGIE ULL EVER C, REAL HEAVY ABOUT HIS HEALTH, CAPEESH? HES ON REJUVE THERAPY, PAINKILLERS, U NAME IT - BUT NO MATTER WHAT PLUG-ONS ™ THE OLD BUGGER ADS, HES FUKED CAUSE HIS ALZHEIMERS NEUROPATCHES™ RNT DOING THE JOB ANYMORE.

Panel 2. Inside the tube again same as before but the holos have switched off as they’re sprayed for bugs and mechanical devices, a cloud of spray enveloping them from a nozzle in the ceiling. Microsized insect meks spiral around them in a hazy sparking fine mist of nanos. Everything’s hazy as they’re scanned by hidden sensors. GOLUM™’s got his arms outstretched and his legs spread like he’s being strip searched. Blu’s coughing from the gas spray. The Monkey’s punching in the codes to the next door, beyond the decompression chamber.
GOLUM™> O, N FRIEND BLU? DONT LET HIM NEAR U. HES A PERVY OLD BUGGER.

Panel 3. Rounded, extreme close up holo box with another Data.NET™, update, showing a micro robot nano mite in a large holo box, filling the panel, the legs of other mites around it and bits of them visible. They look like robot locusts with camera eye-shells and spikey legs, cartoony smiley faces.
CAPTION> Data.NET™ UPDATE SELECT>>> NANO-MITES! MOLECULAR SCALE SELF REPLICATING MACHINES A MERE BILLIONTH OF A METER LONG, ARGUS™ NANO-MITES WILL INFEST A TARGET AREA, BURROWING THEMSELVES INTO ALL AVAILABLE SURFACES INCLUDING FIBRES AND SKIN AND PULSE BACK DATA ABOUT THEIR HOST! A COMMERCIAL OR LAW ENFORCEMENT PROTOCOL KEY IS REQUIRED FOR ALL SECURITY NANO-LICENSES>>>PAGE FORTY NINE (two panels)

Panel 1. Longshot. Nemo’s place is dark inside, a very high ceiling, austere with shadows and dim lighting like an old Victorian playroom but very psyberdelic and futro. The lighting is coming from floating Chinese lantern like balls of luminescence as in the street shots outside. There’s well cushioned morph bags - like transparent beanbags with coloured liquid like lava lamps inside and dozens of octopus like suction cups all over them - here and there on the floor. It’s like a curio shop with things stacked everywhere. Toys everywhere, this is where Toy Death got all their junk from for the squat. Old fashioned ones, from the start of the 20th century right through to now, about 2023. There’s a pogo stick and a scooter, a Twister mat hanging on a wall in the shadows. A porcelain merry go-round style rocking horse, a giant blue stuffed monkey, pinball machines, old Atari, tamagotchis and Furbies, wind up metal and wooden toys, whatever kids toys you can think of mixed in with all sorts of curios stacked on tables and on the floor and every nook and cranny. Rocking horses, Tonka trucks, blackboards, stuffed animals and teddy bears, Barbie dolls and action figures, spacecraft, swords, guns, laser sabres, spacehoppers, mini pool table, dart board, and a few unrecognizable tekno glowing cyber toy whatzits.
A row of small hovering holoscreens, about six, are floating in the air around Nemo. He’s watching
footage of Toy Death’s attack on the MOOGIE, all from Flaw’s POV, extreme close ups of the MOOGIE on the
ground, her eye gouged out, a close up on the eye, metal bio-tek, on the knife, on Blu’s face, on GOLUM™’s hands
as he takes the still wriggling eye off Blu, Flaw arriving, running and looking back at Blu in a dark alley. There’s also
three or four slim bio-vats with bio-tek parts floating in liquid filled transparent cylindrical tanks along one back wall,
though we may not be able to see them here in the shadows and all.
Nemo’s lying down on a skittling mech spiderbed with cushions, a doona over the top like a round,
large Mek-Bed. Its round and the exterior ring is hard steel and circuitry though it curves up at the back to prop him
up in bed. He’s smoking from an ornate Arabian like hookah pipe embedded in the ‘arm’ of one side of the bed-
mech, surrounded by small plumes of smoke, rainbow glittering smoke. He’s 126 and he’s been living this long on
borrowed parts from the bio-tek black market. He’s so old his body’s extended through cybernetics and organ
transplants. He’s got wizened skin with spots and circuitry threaded through it like wrinkles, a skein of sensewear
like the Moogie had that monitors his health, one blood red mechanical eye with a morphing bio-metal
communications faceplate that covers about a quarter of his face, changing shape like mercury or rorsarch tests.
Thick ropey wires and cables connect him from the back of his skull to his chair-bed. He’s incredibly frail and
skinny looking, like William Burroughs in his last years, dressed in a one piece smartsuit that looks like stripped
pyjamas crossed with a DNB fashion, hooks and catches and modern cut to the style, moving sapient bunny
slippers. Nemo’s on so many derms - there’s round nipple like patches all over his chest we can see when he leans
forward, also on his arms and going down his neck and up onto the back of his skull, with thick transparent catheter
wires stringing around it like rope, connecting back in to his spiderMEK bed.
NEMO> WELL COME IN, COME IN, DON’T JUST STAND THERE LIKE A STONED MULLET, GOLUM™.

Panel 2. Medium shot of NEMO smiling, his teeth all gleaming perfect new, not his teeth at all, the most obvious thing on his wizened old face as he exhales a thin, controlled stream of CG pixilated fractal rainbow smoke through his nose. The teeth are mechanical and brass looking. He welcomes his GOLUM™ and the new boy in.
NEMO> INTRODUCE ME TO THE NEW BOY, THEN...

PAGE FIFTY (five panels)

Panel 1. From behind, GOLUM™ and Blu’s head level looking up type shot at Nemo as his spider-chair-bed skittles towards them and starts lowering down to their level. The holoscreens around him go grey static as he turns the pics off, though they’re still hovering there in the background from here on in all the next panels, where visible. Nemo’s eying Blu and licking his lips as he talks to GOLUM™, closer to the chair than Blu, who’s holding back a bit, behind GOLUM™, scared. Objects lying around here include Electric Afros all lit up like electricity spheres, robo-teeth and typewriter turtles.
Nemo talks like Steven Hawking through a voicechip in his throat, visible like a computer chip. Both
of the monkeys are fluttering around his shoulders. The chair is a sapient aware MEK, too, that’s caught morphing
shape in this and all the next panels, becoming less bed like and smaller, more compact, like a spiderwheelchair that
skittles about everywhichway.
GOLUM™> NEMO, THIS IS FRIEND BLUBLU, HES HANGING W/ THE KREW. THIS IS HIS FIRST RUN, NOW B NICE.
NEMO> AREN’T I NICE TO ALL MY BOYS?


Panel 2. Nemo’s down at their level now, same size shot as before with GOLUM™ and Blu from behind as we focus on the bed as it lowers hydraulically and turns around for him to get close, transformed into the spiderMEK.
NEMO> DON’T I GIVE YOU PRETTY THINGS, AND TOYS, AND LOOK AFTER YOU, HEY? AND I ASK FOR SO LITTLE IN RETURN...Panel 3. Tight shot as Nemo leans in and grabs Blu by the chin, both of them on profile, his hands motorized claws digging into Blu’s chin, indenting the skin slightly as he makes him look up into his eyes, and smiles, his liquid rorsarch tek faceplate flowing into a different shape.
NEMO> MY, WHAT BRIGHT EYES YOU HAVE...
BLU> FUK OFF...Panel 4. GOLUM™ steps in and grabs Nemo’s withered mek hand and takes it off Blu. He’s holding up the bag with the bio-parts in it in his other hand.

GOLUM™> THIS IS BIZNESS, NOT PLEAZURE, NEMO.Panel 5. Medium shot. Nemo’s eyes narrow and he takes a step back in the spiderMEK, motioning to the genemonkeys to grab the bag.
NEMO> AH, IF YOU MUST, THEN. ALWAYS IN A RUSH, FRIEND GOLUM™. YOU NEVER STAY TO CHAT ANYMORE.

PAGE FIFTY ONE (six panels)

Panel 1. They fly off his shoulder towards GOLUM™ and the viewer, teeth bared, maybe through a holoscreen to show that the screens are immaterial.
NEMO> YOU WERE TAGGED WITH MITES, OF COURSE. YOUR SCRAMBLER JACKET™ DISABLED MOST, BUT SEVERAL THOUSAND STILL SURVIVED EMBEDDED IN YOUR SKIN. AND WHAT’S THE FIRST THING DO YOU DO? COME RUNNING TO NEMO TO MAKE IT ALL BETTER.Panel 2. The monkeys grab the bag and start scanning with their X-Ray specs goggles. Extreme close up on their shrill screaming faces. They’re the same as the ones they’ve been wearing but now the lenses are filled with all black and white hypnagogic patterns like the ones from the ads in comics, yet they work.
NEMO> (off-panel) SOMETIMES I DON’T KNOW WHY I PUT UP WITH YOUR ANTICS...Panel 3. Extreme close up of the bag illuminated like an X-ray to see what’s inside - an organic bio-tek eye laced with circuitry, still wriggling, with mechanical gears and gizmos visible in the x-ray light, surrounded by bits of flesh and tissue all silhouetted black.
GOLUM™> (off-panel) FUK OFF, MAN, U KNO WHY, DONT GIVE ME THAT SKREET. NOW WHAT ABOUT THE CHIPZ, THEN?
Panel 4. One monkey flies and drops the bag in the bubbling bio-tanks in the shadows. In the background GOLUM™ and Nemo are talking the talk, Blu starting to wander round and look at the junk all about.
NEMO> (off-panel) I WISH YOU WOULDN’T. YOU’LL JUST BURN YOURSELF OUT QUICKER THA...
GOLUM™> (off-panel) CAN WE STICK 2 BIZNESS?

Panel 5. Close up as we watch the eye sink down into the transparent tank, bubbles trailing in its wake. There’s gene-altered fish in the tank like mutant carnivorous Sea Monkeys from the ads in the back of comics.

NEMO> (off-panel) SIGH. ALL RIGHT. WHAT MODEL?

GOLUM™> (off-panel) TOSHIBA ‘20. TOP OF THE RANGE, DONT TRY N STIFF ME ON THIS 1, NEMO...

Panel 6. Close up on these cannibal vampire Sea Monkeys as they rip into the human flesh around the bio-tek eye, stripping it back to the metal.
NEMO> (off-panel) HMMPPH. HAD ONE OF THESE MYSELF NOT SO LONG BACK. THE REAL TIME FEEDS GET JERKY VERY QUICKLY…

PAGE FIFTY TWO (six panels)

(Maybe the template of the page is shaped like the shapes in the Hyperball game, stars and cubes, circles, ovals, rectangles, etc)

Panel 1. From Blu’s POV as he picks up the Hyperball and starts putting the pieces in, a star shape and a triangle.
BLU> CAPTION> FUKIN KREEPY OLD MOOG, HIS HAND FELT LIKE ICE. SAY...
BLU> ...THERES A VOOM MACHINE N A FEFFER-FIFFER-FEF...N A HYPERBALL N...Panel 2. Little anthromorphic businessmen and CEOS about the size of action figures are skittling round his hands and over the pieces, encouraging him, looking up and trying to get him to finish the puzzle, about ten of them. Sapient toyz.
BLU> CAPTION> ...HEY I HAD THESE - WHITE COLLAR WORKERS™ ! THESE R SO KEWL...Panel 3. Nemo skittles up out of nowhere and stops him from playing with his Toyz, taking the Hyperball from him with with his bio-mech hand/claw, maybe the fingers extend out mechanically, maybe a small, tight shot.

NEMO> DON’T TRY TO STEAL ANYTHING , THEY’RE ALL GPS TAGGED, YOU KNOW.
CAPTION> A Data.NET™ UPDATE>>> THE GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM USES PULSEDSIGNALS FROM ORBITING SATELLITES TO IDENTIFY THE DIRECTION, SPEED, LOCATION AND OTHER DATA OF EVERY OBJECT EMBEDDED WITH A GPS RECEIVER CHIP! ANOTHER DataNET SELECT UPDATE!>>>Panel 4. Nemo’s like a selfish little kid, he really goes off the handle angry spittle like falling from his mouth as he shouts and puts pieces in the Hyperball. Blu is in shock, open mouth, scared to all hell, frozen there.
NEMO> THEY TRACK US ALL, NOW...OH, THEY CAN DO AMAZING THINGS...
NEMO> EXTEND YOUR LIFESPAN BEFORE YOU’RE EVEN BORN...BUT NOT FOR US OLDIES. Panel 5. Then the next moment Nemo’s all simple and playing with the toy himself, forgotten them entirely. He’s not all there - or is he? He puts the rest of the pieces in there, a moon and a circle.
NEMO> A BIT OF GENE THERAPY IMPROVES THE ODDS, BUT IF YOU LIVE PAST THE HAYFLICK LIMIT YOU GET CANCER NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN, OR THE VEINS AND THE ARTERIES GO. BIO-TEK REPLACEMENTS AND GENETIX PLUG-ONS™ ARE NOTHING BETTER THAN PATCHES ON A LEAKY BOAT...Panel 6. He snaps back into lucidity quick enough. Mean, lizard like eyes looking down at Blu and GOLUM™. The ball he’s holding lights up from within now it’s complete. Canny old bugger. He’s still a kid, but a dark and twisted one, his face all smiling and contorted with glee.
NEMO> BUT WHAT DO YOU CARE? YO U’RE JUST A CHILD, A BEAUTIFUL CHILD. GROWING UP TOO FAST AND TOO SMART, LIKE YOU ALL DO THESE DAYS. ATTENTION SPANS LIKE SPARKS AND ADDICTED TO DATA. PAGE FIFTY THREE (five panels)

Panel 1. Pull back to see Nemo’s hookah attached to the bed-mek as it’s lit up by the other monkey, heated from underneath with a black mini half sphere. Its glowing red hot - especially the outer ring - and is heating the hookah. With a free hand Nemo takes a crystal like shard - a BIO-CHIP from a small fist sized black pouch with drawstrings. They’re like computer disks of the future, what they breed the algorithmic programs like PLAY on. PLAY CHIPZ contain an algorithm that replicates intense DMT secretions in the brain, ideation goes off the scale for short periods and is projected onto their visual field like VR. Combined with their trepanning it makes for an unbeatable digital high.
NEMO> WELL LISTEN, BEFORE YOU TWO GO RUSHING OFF INTO THE WORLD AND LEAVE OLD NEMO HERE, I’LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING:Panel 2. Nemo throws the CHIPZ pouch at Blu ,who catches it, an expectant look on his face. In Nemo’s other hand is a single CHIP, he’s holding it carefully between his thumb and forefinger.
NEMO> THE CODE IS A PIRATED FIFTH GENERATION TIERRA ALGORITHM I HACKED, LIKE WHAT THEY BREED THE MEKS FROM. IT EVOLVES... AND REPLICATES DIGITALLY, FOR BRIEF SPURTS, A CHEMICAL CALLED DI...METHYL...TRYPT...AMINE... THAT OCCURS NATURALLY IN YOUR BRAIN. IT OVERLOADS THE IDEATION CENTRES AND BRINGS YOUR INSIDES ONTO THE OUTSIDE...


Panel 3. Large panel close up as Blu reaches into the bag and holds up one of the CHIPZ between forefinger and thumb , glittering in the light. They’re glass/crystal CHIPZ. The DNA material is the inked circuitry. It’s about as big as a pen lid and looks like a crystal crossed with circuitry or a molecular blueprint.
NEMO> I CALL IT ‘PLAY’ .
Panel 4. Another Data.NET™ holo box update, like a web pop up advertising box with a hyperlink tail connecting it to the previous panel.
CAPTION> Data.NET™ SELECT>>> BIO-CHIPZ> THE NU BREED AFFYMATRIX™ BIO- CHIPZ REPLICATE THE PROPERTIES OF DNA AND COMPLEX PROTEIN CHEMICAL STRUCTURES USING FIFTH GENERATION DNA MICROARRAYS THAT ENABLE THE CONSUMER TO CUT AND PASTE THEIR OWN GENOME> > >...

Panel 5. Blu has a grin on his face, beads of sweat trickling down his brow, eyes all dilated. The bit of his face behind the crystal chip is all wildly distorted.
BLU> AH...

PAGE FIFTY FOUR - FIFTY FIVE (four panels)

Three panel strip down the left hand side of page fifty four with the fourth panel a splash across the rest of page
fiftyfour and all of page fifty five.Panel 1. Medium shot on NEMO smoking his hookah, putting the CHIP in the heating pod and closing the door.

NEMO> REALITY BECOMES A REAL TIME, MORPHING INTERACTIVE CREATED BY YOUR OWN IMAGINATION...

Panel 2. Zooming in for a close up. Its a DIGITAL HOOKAH. It’s burbling along and up his transparent pipe.
NEMO> ... A GAME THAT MAPS DREAM IMAGERY OVER BASELINE OBJECTS UNTIL THE LINE BETWEEN REAL AND UNREAL BLURS...
Panlel 3. The panel starts to shimmer and change, Photoshop filter GUASSIAN BLUR. It’s turning into a fractal pixilated gas as it enters his lungs and his eyes go all clear and open wide.

NO DIALOGUEPanel 4. SPLASH. Nemo’s rolling back in his skittlechair, lost in his chemical immersion- the PLAY, coming on strong. He’s smoking the PLAY and exhaling it and everything’s going fantastical with Photoshop filters warping the art and the imagination being unleashed. When Nemo exhales all these pixilated rainbow smoke dragons start morphing out, and creatures, anything he can imagine. Its what the PLAY does, short bursts of ideation that only people on the same chips can see. He’s languidly exhaling very old imagery, Victorian imagination stuff, like from Little Nemo in Slumberland. Cloud banks with little black pygmies carrying spears, lions, bats, the flying monkeys screeching around amongst it all. Stars and crescent moons sparkling around the panel borders all merging, it’s been the PLAY all along hovering in the panel borders since they entered Nemo’s room. He’s talking slower and slower, smiling, spittle hanging from his lips, his head hanging low. He’