Scene 1
[scene: a cramped corner space with a small cluttered desk and two computers]

[camera starts tight on a grubby white keyboard and pulls back to reveal disheveled middle-aged man staring at keyboard]

Man: Fuck.

[Man’s eyes scan one of the screens as a computer game flashes by on the other. He distractedly hits a few keys on the keyboard partially hidden under food wrappers and pieces of crumpled paper]

[He rocks back in his seat and rubs his eyes]

Man: Fuck.

[Fade out]

Scene 2
[scene: a meticulous, Martha Stewartesque living room with an antique writing table in the corner and a small, expensive-looking laptop]

[camera enters from the hallway and discovers a young woman whose dress looks at odds with the style and neatness of the room sitting on a beautiful carved chair and staring down at the small screen on the laptop]

Woman: Still nothing. What’s taking him? He’s already a day late. [long pause]

Woman: Maybe he’s ill? Rancid oil? Bad pork?

[she sits back in her chair and stares sullenly at the screen]

[fade to split screen showing both man and woman from reverse angles, similar looks of desperation on their faces.]

Scene 3
[CGI-generated bright, overpowering light appears, becoming brighter and brighter engulfing the two characters.]

Scene 4
[outside a couple of townhouses]

[the light grows and grows and the cameras zoom into the second-floor windows cutting back and forth from Man to Woman until they simultaneously explode in a moment of self-generated spontaneous combustion, thereby cheating society’s attempt to immolate them in the nuclear holocaust cause by its uncaring and self-absorbed system of laws and morals]

[Fade to black]

[roll credits]