Demolition Man Page #7

He grumbles by in a phone headset equipped with fiberoptic

video gear, and OUT OF FRAME we see that the

prison has become vaster, stranger, with multiple grated

catwalks and more networks of artfully-engineered piping.

And heavily, heavily stocked with prisoners...

Smithers looks up at his holoset. Hovering in front of

him in the air is Lenina Huxley.

HUXLEY (IMAGE)

Mellow greeting, Warden John J.

Smithers.

SMITHERS:

(this again)

Yeah. BE well. Lieutenant

Lenina Huxley.

EXT. SAN ANGELES - STREETS - DAY (2042)

A 2042 police car glides INTO FRAME. We MOVE WITH it

as it passes by a series of austere geometric buildings.

Green, green glass. Blue, blue sky. Cleaner than

Disneyland. The future is perfect. More emissionless

cars gliding silently by.

HUXLEY (V.O.)

As it is a beautiful Monday

morning, and as my duty log

irrationally requires it...

INT. LENINA'S POLICE CAR - MOVING - DAY

Behind the wheel, the mischievously-beautiful LENINA

HUXLEY. A heads up display announces she is calling

Warden John J. Smithers. The order of business is

"Prison Population Informative Query." And future or

not, Lenina fusses with her hair. With both hands.

The steering wheel is not present at all.

HUXLEY:

I am hereby querying you on the

prison population update.

(hopefully)

Does the tedium continue?

ON HEADS UP DISPLAY

Warden Smithers gently reminds her that ---

SMITHERS (IMAGE)

Incontrovertibly and unequivocally,

yes. The prisoners are ice cubes.

They do not move. They have no

thoughts, they have no feelings...

The tedium is permanent,

Lieutenant.

INT. CRYO-PRISON - MAIN ROOM - MID LEVEL - DAY

Smithers is striding along, the conversation projected in

the air in front of him from the HoloSet he's wearing.

HUXLEY (IMAGE)

I find this lack of stimulus truly

disappointing... Don't you think?

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