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EXT. FRONT YARD. DAY.
Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of
unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class
residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in
shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram
to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed
Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades
point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be
ambushed. Pan into a window in the kitchen. An
attractive woman in her thirties is making breakfast.
Now, in regular motion, the battering ram breaks open the
front door. The woman, startled, drops her spatula.
INT. MURPHY RESIDENCE. DAY.
SECRET SERVICE AGENT
Troops pour into the house.
What's going on? What's the matter?
Who are you?
The troops, and one or two trenchcoated agents, continue
entering the house and heading upstairs, still with rifles
Upstairs, crowded in the narrow hallway, the troops
descend on a bedroom.
Knock it down.
The battering ram knocks down a bedroom door.
The prosecutor, a woman of about forty, gives her closing
argument blandly. She'd rather be somewhere else.
The defendant, Dade Murphy, who calls
himself "Zero Cool", has repeatedly
committed criminal acts of a malicious
nature. This defendant possesses a
superior intelligence, which he uses to a
destructive and antisocial end. His
computer virus crashed one thousand five
hundred and seven computer systems,
including Wall Street trading systems,
single handedly causing a seven point drop
in the New York Stock Market.
As she speaks, the camera pans across the court, panning
down and stopping on the defendant: eleven year old Dade
Fast forward to the sentencing.
Dade Murphy, I hereby fine your family
forty-five thousand dollars...
The court gasps, Dade's father winces
...and sentence you to probation, under
which you are forbidden to own or operate
a computer or touch tone telephone, until
the day of your eighteenth birthday.
Now Dade winces, in fact we almost expect him to cry.
Opening credits roll to a backdrop of Dade and his family
and lawyer fighting through a gaggle of journalists and
photographers, in slow motion, and driving away.
SEVEN YEARS LATER.
Aboard a jetliner, Dade Murphy is staring blankly out the
window, wearing headphones. Exterior view from the
aircraft of approaching New York City. The view becomes a
direct overhead of the buildings and streets of the city,
which then metamorphoses (through animation) into chips
and digital signals on a stylised computer board. The
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