8:9
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]
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An excellent and much-needed giggle. Thanks.
Now keep them coming or I’ll systems administrate you.