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FOCUS ON SCREEN, ZOOM IN SLIGHTLY AND

DISSOLVE TO:

19 ELECTRONIC WORLD19

Sark is striding through a wide corridor where other tough

looking blue warriors are lounging around, leaning against the

walls, sitting on the floor against the wall. They look up as

Sark comes in and one of them calls out:

WARRIOR 1

Sark, my man! You are hot!

WARRIOR 2

That knuckleball gets 'em every

time, boy...

Sark and the other blue warriors LAUGH RAUCOUSLY, and Sark moves on.

CUT TO:

20 THE BRIDGE OF THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER 20

overlooking the video game grid. We see Sark walking onto the bridge,

removing his cesta and tossing it aside carelessly. A BUZZER is

sounding. Sark plugs himself into the feet sockets with a SIGH of

satisfaction.

The buzzer stops and we see the holographic image of a

cylinder forming around Sark, at first translucent and then

solidifying so that we can't see through it, and Sark is

hidden from view.

21 INT. CYLINDER - SARK'S POV21

of this happening. We can see the inside surface of the cylinder

... a wavering image of a stretched out face, just features,

appears superimposed on the cylinder. The face speaks.

VOICE (MCP)

You're getting brutal, Sark.

Brutal and needlessly sadistic.

The feet sockets glow and we see Sark absorbing the energy like

a drug addict, eyes glazed.

SARK:

Thank. you, Master Control.

MCP:

We might be capturing some military

programs soon... that interest you?

SARK:

Sure, I'd love to go up against some of these

guys ... be a nice break from these

accounting creampuffs you keep sending

me. Which branch of the service?

MCP:

Strategic Air Command.

SARK (impressed)

Nice.

The sockets glow 'more intensely as the hologram disappears, and we

CUT FROM a CLOSE SHOT of Sark's satiated face to:

22 A CORRIDOR BENEATH THE GAME GRID22

long, darkened, sinister. A dejected and disheveled character

(CROM) is being escorted by a guard..

CAPTIVE (CROM)

Look, this is all a mistake. I'm just

a compound interest program, I work

at a savings and loan. I can't play

in these video games...

GUARD:

Sure you can, pal. You're a natural

athlete, I ever saw one. Come on...

CROM:

Are you kidding? Me? I run out to

check an the T-Bill rates, I get out

of breath. Hey, really...you're

gonna make my User, Mr. Henderson,

really mad. He's a full branch manager...

GUARD:

(rolls his eyes)

Great, another religious nut.

They stop in front of a cell, the guard opens the door and shoves the

protesting captive inside. The door SLAMS shut, locked.

23 INT. CELL 23

as the captive falls against one wall from the force of the guard's

shove. The cell is small, one-man, and in each wall next to the door,

an opening gives a view of the next cell. Through one of the windows,

we can see the back of another captive program, and through the

other, a face looking over at the newcomer. The character speaks:

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