'matrix Blackhole prt1’
screenplay by bbCENTURIES (1st draft) Movie COMING SOON...
(script insert) : opens… NEO! (echoes). Waht, Neo whips into his motorcycle helmet digital headset, with knowing expression of someone who knew too much by default not by design, …not this s again, REALLY, Neo whisked into mid-air in a low almost near shouting tone while taking a few punches into the air. Calm, replied the invisible voice in Neo’s helmet communication wi-fi headset. This is NOT real, Neo spit-whispered in a near a yelp, punching a lower punch toward the ground. The matrix isnt real I had a temporary breakdown from work stress, it happens. Im on meds now. Get out of my head. Calm, replies the voice. My name is Kevin NOT Neo and I work in the entertainment industry and… Calm, interjected the voice, Neo, Kevin, Tom, Dick, Harry it doesnt matter right now DO NOT go into that restaurant, echoed the voice in Neo’s helmet head. Who the holy f is this, …is this Jake, Jake fy, haha, squinted Neo. I’ll go wherever the f I want and I WANT breakfast NOW JACK, Neo laughs a laugh towards the door. …continued
(Scene 2 time-freeze blackhole) : FREEZE IT, yelped the Captain of the high tech stealth compact fighter Starship CENTURIES hovering earth 2035 somewhere over So-Cal just below earth’s impenetrable radiation-belt, also known as the giant microwave, hovering so close to the deadly microwave jamming bot satellite detection against space drones of unknown origins. Freeze IT there, DO NOT let Neo in that restaurant, 3 agents await, the Captain concluded. Captain, we cant hold time/space continuum in freeze-frame for more than 60-seconds with our Elon-Drive-Core at 80% we need charging sir. Forget charging, freeze it there at the door, a minute in blackhole time travel is infinity, so think team!? Any brilliant ideas, we have 58-seconds ppl, we have to get Neo out of there NOW. Computer, engage analytical, sparked the Captain. Mom_Elon, the onboard voice computer replied, shall I engage, the, make it so no1 sequence, Captain. Standby on my mark on that one, Mom_Elon. Pls, sort best survival options, current digital project in process involving blackhole time delay, currently active and counting down. Copy same, replied Mom_Elon, near speaking over herself with the resolve...continued..
(Scene 3a Mom-Elon resolve) :
Captain, Mom said, Neo is caught in Matrix as the primitive mind altering pharmaceuticals have blocked the red pill neurons in Neo’s brain chemistry… Neo is grafted back into matrix and potentially dangerous and could turn agent. Im aware of the risk thank you Mom. Captain Neo’s frontal lobe is scaling in near full MATRIX GREEN Neo is disappearing into green numbers his long term memory however, if air-bombed with images not data nor words via his wifi helmet high tech gear, that should do the trick. BE warned, quickly yelped Mom-Elon, if overplayed via sudden analytical mind/brain shock from near total green pill affects to sudden red pill affects will not be a slow process this time. It will toss his body like a human-frisbee at least 6ft, he could break…continued…
(Scene 3b Mom-Elon resolve) :
He’s wearing high tech motorcycle body armor, thank you Mom, we have it from here. As you wish sir. Bunky, how many seconds before the blackhole connection snaps. Im working on it, Bunky said in much hast. Narida, prepare direct messaging via Elon_cloud burst video data at 108HD at 98% capacity. Already done sir Narida hurried with confidence, uh, however, she paused with a 1/2 turn in her high tech space chair with a face. What, the Captain quickly shrugged like an emoji on steroids. Well-uh, Narida quickly went on with concerned face, its just that sending video at 720 NOT 108HD would be less effective BUT much FASTER, she near whispered under her breath bowing her head a bit like a dog about to be squatted on the head with a newspaper for speaking out, …aNNND, Narida went on, with determination, downloading via burst_cloud at 75% capacity NOT 98% capacity would be less painful with less risk to, well, to what Mom_Elon said, breakage, Neo could break. WELL said, Narida with a heart, make it 91% capacity instead of 98% and standby, replied the Captain. Bunky, HOW wE donuts’ on time-frames. Easy money Captain, there is no time …we have 30-seconds. Perfect, plenty of time. Spools, our jewels digital interfacer, are we locked and synched with Bunky, Narida and your Interfacing IP’s linked up to Neo’s IP mobile, …and how are we on weapons …and transport emergency EVAC. Mom, pls respond to Captain’s immediate demand in chronological order according to priority of current Neo ASAP survival EVAC, commanded Spools with her tone of much urgency. Mom_Elon spoke over Spools already replying with an answer…continued…
(Scene 4 resolve will NEO turn AGENT ) : Captain, Mom continued, blackhole transport to ship at present not advised too close to microwave interferon it could be a gruesome surreal risk at low 63% with mis-oriented limbs and head.
Weapons
are available nonlethal according to Star CENTURIES bylaws section7, numb-chucks, throwing stars, etc., and any weapon of connivence as trained but cannot be transported via time travel to this ship or to earth directly. But carrying weapons is not advised as Agents sense the presence of weapons in the MATRIX even hidden and attract Agents like a mindless autobot to an invisible magnet, better be ready to use it if carrying, uh, against more than one Agent comes, traditionally according to biorhythms. Weapons of connivence is most advised and hide, in light not shadow, drones and digital cant detect in bright light, then RUN, light to light areas and crowded populated places at the entrance, then run again. Once out of agent range usually in dangerous cut-throat street ppl ghetto areas then quickly go deep underground, until EVAC. Zapping Neo to this stealth sports-fighter ship, as usual, is possible when Elon_core is at least 98%. Your resume rescue team equipped with body-thin Elon_vest armor under their clothes will not be detected by Agents until vests solar battery runs low in a few unknown hours. And said team will have to zap to earth in the So-Cal desert near LA in California for EVAC. Weapons upon this ship are full, with 3 AMI torpedoes, auto-fire digital saw with laser piercing bullets locked and loaded, shields in full up mold at 79% and 73 mini finder rockets…continued…
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(Scene 5 standby in 9, 8…Neo ER EVAC ) :
Onboard computer system continued on with the facts and variables at hand for best Neo EVAC, like a smooth ridding stealth Elon streamlined blackhole rocket,… she continued, the current locked in standby data transfer mode to Neo’s headset will indeed blast Neo back to 8-D mind-set in 1.3-seconds once received, it will be SHOCKING, she said, …warning once received the metaphysical shock will toss his body about 6.3”, he could break. And go into mental analytical SHOCK when Neo receives the Elon_burst cloud blast prior entering said restaurant. Neo will have 89% chance of escape via motorcycle if he can realign his motor-skills and eye & hand coordination to 8-D from 3-D in quick unheard of and dangerous never done before time rates, with potential minor injuries to body, …remembering that rn time/space Neo is at that stage of SUDDEN unplugged he still is of the mind-set of partly believing that life as we know it in the MATRIX is real, he could die hence therein on MATRIX streets. Nor will he be wearing the latest MATRIX eyewear he will not be able to see past 3-D imaging nor have access to this vas network and its 21st century abilities thru the eyewear headset. 2nd-option is to get to an eyewear headset in a safe-house he can blackhole travel for short distances and thru walls but must hack into a wifi interfaced attached to broadband. When Starship CENTURIES core reaches 98% in 1.5 hours Neo can use this method to transport to this ship. The crew sat like athletes of deep breathing watching the clock waiting to act upon the Captain’s commands as the options available were revealed via the onboard computer system, Mom_Elon …continues…
(Scene 6 Neo cannot go in that restaurant ) : Further, Mom quickly added, it is imperative that MATRIX-Neo while in transition hears audio of a familiar voice that he knows during visual reconnect data download to his long term memory or Neo may disconnect visual to some unknown past event that will transfer him back/forward wherever in time with no return. It has been a decade therefore, respectively, hence Neo does not know you, whipped Mom, …you must use Elon_audio to create the voice that Neo’s long term memory knows best and adores most as he will not be able to tell the difference from the real thing. Said audio can be 60-seconds that blackhole downloads have been accurately adjusted to 1.3 seconds time/space. Computer, Spools barked quickly, Captain if I may, …in the heat of battle, she put her hand on her bull-dog of knock-down hip-gun and she never missed, …Mom, what are percentages for survival if Neo’s download takes place while entering the establishment in question bc my interface readings have changed in the last 2.7 seconds with sun-bursts effecting our data download and transfer speed being so near the microwave with no time to shift our course. Correct, Mom retorted, …good call Spools, the updated data is now being received, sorted, categorized and downloaded, …oops, Mom said. Yes, current sun-burst will most likely slow down transfer speed to Neo’s headset while during a sun-bursts...
(Scene 7 Spools head of Arms intercedes ) : Spools quickly and efficiently continues querying Mom for variables for taking a better aim at the target objective, what’s Neo’s survival % if the download takes place while entering the restaurant. Mom whipped quickly in response to the ER EVAC rn scenario at hand, 50% with near 59-seconds before detected by 3-agents, one is ridding with Neo rn bc they will likely initially think he has merely fainted or a heart issue, and there’s no rear door unlocked nor unlocked windows its 21st century. Neo will have to think his way out w/out being seen and/or fight his way out, said Mom, with any weapon of convenience, …his martial arts will return instantly but will be off a bit if in analytical shock. Neo is wearing high tech motorcycle armor under his clothes what if he uses a firearm what are his survival rates with motorcycle escape. 76%, replied Mom but lifelong or fatal wounds could be high risk issues….continued…
(Scene 9 Neo is back ) : Captain, yelped Spools, we/I HAVE to get down there he needs firearms …he’s inside the restaurant with 3-agents with no vest, he has 50-seconds earth-time before detected. Approved at your own risk, retorted the Captain waving an arm, take mini-space shuttle no.3, NO wait deploy in no.9 it has an Elon_motorcycle with eyewear & vest inside the side-bags. In less than 1.7 minutes Spool’s mini stealth 2-sitter fighter shuttle is heard firing off towards Neo’s GPS at/in blackhole speed mili-seconds were there is no real-time bc time is too quick, it’s past and future and both are the same, change the past is the future a future that hasn’t been created yet. Mom, ordered the Captain, lock-in the saw machine-gun using laser piercing bullets with 1.2-second bursts of 3 rapid bursts on repeat at said 3 agents GPS locations, interfacing our machine-gun fire thru blackhole time, no-time, upon firing sequence and fire when needed on my mark. It is done, Captain, replied Mom, …warning 50-cal laser bullets ripping thru 3-D Matrix from out of thin air from nowhere will be less accurate and could take down the entire building if built of Brooklyn-brick and also potentially cut down the wall in half next door. What is survival rate of innocent bystanders. Only ppl inside said target Lo-Cal are at high risk and outcome is unknown with near empty place so early hour the casualty rate is low for the innocent few inside said target location. Standby Mom, the Captain said. Captain, Narida yelped the download is happening he is becoming Neo, its working. OK, Narida patch me in audio. continued…
(Scene 10a Neo must fight ) : Neo, this is… You dont have to tell me who this is, Neo groaned, how is this happening, my love, ..how are you here? Never mind that Neo, we haven’t time, you have 55-seconds before detected by 3-agents, you know the drill, you have to go unseen and get a firearm if possible, the bike outside is yours, get to it NOW. Are you ok, sir, a fat waitress leaned over Neo laying on his back trying to breath with an odd face. Are you talking to 911 in your helmet headset, do you need help, she queried. I think he had a heart thingie, an old man passing said. I think drugs, maybe, whispered the chubby waitress, maybe. Wait, Neo balked, whispering into his mic, Im Kevin, that was a dream/episode, pressing his hands hard on the sides of his helmet...
(Scene 10b Neo must fight ) : Noo' NEo, you are NOT Kevin working in Hollywood California you have been drugged with primitive mind altering pharmaceuticals blocking the red-pill vaccine, said the voice in Neo’s helmet. That’s right, Neo squirmed a bit to sit up, shaking his head and feeling his motorcycle high tech armor. Im Neo, he whispered. Waht, queried the waitress, holding a curious face, …you’re a speedo?, you mean like the skimpy French swimsuit. Maybe he’s from France, he looks a bit well-uh peculiar, the type flashing his man-junk in public. Hush you dirty old-man, the So-Cal high desert waitress snipped quietly. My junk, replied Neo, looking a bit like just hit in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat, my junk, Neo cocked his head a bit curious-face, then just then seeing the 3-agents clearly in front of him a mere 7 rows away beginning to notice. Oh s, Neo whispered. Oh MY, the waitress jerked back a lil, sir, the men’s room is right over to your left, no wait, that’s my left, it is to your right, can you hear me SIR, concluded the overly helpful bored waitress partially blocking his view. Neo’s headset, whisper-shouted with the beloved voice he adored, NEO you have to get out of there ASAP, get to your bike, grab anything as a weapon. Too f-ing late, dear, whispered-shouted Neo, I cant make it, im gonna have to disarm one of them and shoot my way out of this green mess with his weapon. Neo, gets in a casual half raised stance from the floor as if about to jump-start at a field race, aiming at one of the agents, with his helmet in hand as a weapon of convenience. Wait, standby for just a few seconds bc our rescue woman is about to break thru to you via blackhole and 50 cal-saw coming thru blackhole congruently, so, duck Neo. Well, it better be in this friggin'-mili-second bc here they come, I have to move first, I gotta-go NOW, he huffed shout-whispered, lowering his head…continued…
(Scene 11 it is on DUCK ) : The crew froze viewing the monitors, why isnt the saw firing, yelped Narida, they are going to kill him, they’re going to KILL Neo, she covered her face… Bunky points at the green screen of data, its the sun-burst its slowing time/space. Where is Spools she is suppose to be there rn. Same-same, replied the Captain, Neo for now, well, he’s on… SUDDENLY just then they all watched motionless as the 3 agents rushed Neo trying to flank him on all sides before he reached the exit to his bike. Neo ran as hard as he could at the biggest agent running straight at him. Neo jumped in a flying side-kick into the biggest agent while bashing the scull of another at the same time upon landing on his feet with a cracked helmet but still wearing his wifi headset, s he said. DUCK, screamed Spools, as she then came crashing thru the air via blackhole from nowhere into the restaurant of agents and early morning patrons. And the 3 agents got quickly back up as if not even scratched though 1/2 of one’s head was near bashed in 1/2 and the other with a noted crushed in chest w/massive ribs sticking grotesquely out dripping blood thru a torn bloody shirt. Just then too, 50-cal laser bullets came from blackhole of hell from nowhere came ripping the restaurant in half as Neo and Spools were already 
behind cover kissing floor. MATRIX walls, tables, agents and patrons were ripped in half. One of the agents head simply disappeared running about like a white fluttering chicken not even knowing it’s dead walking with no head waving his arms about smashing walls and tables before his arms were blown off, one BOUM, then the other BOUM-BOUM. RUN, screamed Spools yanking at Neo leading him thru bullets to the bikes outside. Listen-up, she instructed intensely, prior, during, after, what-eVAH we’re ridding I need to hand-off some high tech 21st century eyewear to you. Copy same, yelped Neo, let’s get the f out of here before those agents spawn. Can we landline out, Neo gasped, remembering how awful 8-D can be at moments. Sorry pal, Spools retorted, with a quick near laughable sad emoji-face, sorry to tell you, but no, this is the 21st century. Waht, Neo looked a bit jet-lagged shocked while dodging 50-cal unstoppable laser bullets and agent’s gunfire, …the 21st century, he yelped… Now, screamed Spools, let’s go ! …continued…
(Scene 12 she protects Neo send Narida backup it is on ) : Spools quickly stabs Neo in the gut firmly enough to grab at is FULL awareness levels with the handle of one of her bull-dog knock-down Elon_hip-guns. Pls, do NOT lose that, she quickly blurted in hast ...and shoot for gods-sake this aint French-Tuesday. A bit of blood trickles from her fit brow from the flying bullet-derby fragments as Spools shoots another spawned agent in the head. Your hit, Neo fires over a table-top w/out looking, I have crap vision. Spools said nothing grabbing Neo, like, fast as lightning as a psst-off female jaguar by his motorcycle armor collar, flipping him over her rolling with him behind an old 4 inch cast-iron stove relic at the entrance-way of a tacky Pancake House in the So-Cal desert in the middle of nowhere, and/or window-dressing like a 5th Avenue Dept. store window display on steroids. Spools’ helmet and eyewear digital headset spoke giving running stats of the situation at hand as Spools slapped Neo just hard enough, shaking him a bit, literally nose-to-nose, sparks flying and the noise, oh my. Neo, my wounds aren’t real though I have been hit, its MATRIX, wake up, focus on your eye & hand coordination rn BREEATHE. Focus or I’ll get the ants myself, or we are going to go all green into data-nowhere-land, she huffed, spitting a lil. Neo glanced at her wound and it was no longer there, rubbing his eyes for a second. Neo said nothing focusing on his hands and limbs, working his fingers as if grabbing something to kill then flipping the hip-gun in the air and catching it by the handle, got it, he yelped, im on it but I need your help though, taking a few well-aimed practice shots, …wow, that IS spunky, he said, trying desperately to function at a higher rate. We have to ride, NOW, yelped Spools, as bullets flew all around them bouncing off the stove. You have 20 sec. before said stove collapses, said Spools’ eyewear headset. Put this vest on and there’s eyewear on my bike for you. Im still seeing double of everything intermittently, he warned, but im good. That’s good to kNOw, she jested with a 1/2 smile crossing her eyes whispering, seeing double that'll come in handy…
(Scene 13 Neo rides ) : Beyond the incredible ear shattering sounds of bullets, bully-boys and shattering fragments around them, YOU have to reconnect/focus Neo, this isnt real, there’s no Tonight Show, no TV world, …its 3-D, ..focus your mind 8-D via thought, Spools heeded with such urgency as bullets were increasing around them exponentially. IF hit by one of these MATRIX bully-boy bullets and still in 3-D mindset even in part you could be maimed or die. UH-YEAH I knowww’, Neo huffed, but I just woke up. Neo we have 10 seconds, Spools tugged at her utility-belt around her fit waistline lengthening it and slung it to the back. Grab my belt like a tail behind me we have to run. Captain, send Narida with the bullet-proof Elon_rider vehicle, these bikes wont substance us but a few miles, agents are spawning this location, 50-Cal is holding agents off for moment but not accurate fire. We have to ride NOW, Captain. Copy same, said her headset...
14- OK Neo keep your head down and your fox-hole deep, we have 7 sec. plenty of time in blackhole. Enable 8-D map blackhole options Spools said, Sherri enable quick-look now, engage. Spools’ glasses eyewear mirrored current event via blackhole speed mode. OK, you have control of speed option your end, said the Captain, viewing his monitor, and Narida is in route. Spools nodded while slowing time down via her headset visuals making bullets move as slow as cold almond butter. OK, are we all racked and strapped soldier, yelped lovely Spools, as she boldly stood up and helped yank Neo to his feet, …watch out there brother, Spools near giggled, pushing Neo a bit to one side just a bit flicking a 9-mm bullet away aimed at his kidney’s. Are you ready she said, tossing Neo her bull-dog Elon_hip-gun in mid-air towards him as he snatched it out of the air like fast-cat, in perfect form, cocked and ready. Good, now toss it back, Spools ordered. Good, you’ll have to do, she patted him a bit on his chest to see how stable he was on his feet. He wobbled a bit, FOCUS Neo, she leaned in towards his face…
15- You will have to figure out the eyewear quick or simply keep up with my moves w/out 8-D ability, she fitted his vest better while bullets buzzed like bees, I hate bees, she said pulling on a strap on Neo’s vest, while he quickly practiced his eye & hand coordination quickly tossing the hip-gun from one hand to the next as fast as he could. Oo, slow down there a bit cowboy that’s excellent but that particular one has a hair-trigger dont blow your man-junk off. You heard all that, Neo huffed. Spool yelped, WE all heard it Neo, speedo, ...frenchy. And remember we have…, Spools quickly glanced her smart-watch saying, we have 1.7 minutes before these cartel goons agents realize we’re on our bikes. They were on their bikes quick, doing 80 to 120. OK, I got it, Neo focuses his glasses. Fabtabulous’, replied Spools, into her headset, doing 90, …only a few over reaching donut cartel owned cops will pursue, they’ll send drone strikers seeking our GPS so shoot any cops with a radio. We have to stay in well lit areas, she commanded. Got it, he said. Shoot him, shoot him, Spools squealed her tires sliding just a bit aiming her hip-gun straight at a crooked cop chatting it up with street sex-workers while seeing them do 90, reaching for his radio. The pudgy cop’s body explodes as it tries to morph into an agent, bursting apart in chunks, being dissembled, as both Spools and Neo hit their target spot on at the very same time. God that’s totally gross, Neo screamed. I know, right, Spools concurs, but its not real but MATRIX only the entity behind it is real, and as you know its the same entity. Yeah, I know…continued…
16- During this untold minutes of riding we have downed several drones, 2 motorcycle cops, 3 pedestrians with long riffles, a HWY Patrol, a biker with a sawed-off shot-gun and an Uber Driver. Just then several bullets in succession grazed Spools’ near bullet-proof Elon_helmet, as she intentionally lay her Elon_bike down designed in a controlled sideways skid to the ground towards a soft-ish' looking spot near a grassy area going from 60 to 10. Spools rolled like a tight round rolled up ball several times toward the 4 drugged out street gang ppl shooting at her with cheap Saturday-night specials. She looked much like a solo video shooter game ripping said perps apart with her never miss accuracy and her hip-gun before Neo as he stopped while watching her back with his hip-gun drawn scanning the perimeter. Clear, screamed Neo, facing opposite Spools. CLEAR, screamed Spools. Yep, that’s what my audio display Sherri says too, the count I mean, so far, …hard to keep count when in battle, yes, Spools almost laughed. Now this makes 4 more. You seem to be adjusting well, so quickly, back to 8-D after a decade. That’s incredible, perhaps its true what they say about you, Neo, or is it Kevin, she snickered a lil looking at her boots. Waht? Well-uh, that you are already dead and can’t be killed only restrained or contained. Isnt that true with everyone, he went curious-face…
17- We have to walk it soon, until Narida blackholes with our car, she huffed a lil, these motorcycles have been scanned by drones, lets get to a populated area quick. Mom, Spools spoke w/authority into her mic, while remounting her bike like a pro doing a wheelie at take-off smoking the back pungent smell of black tire burnt rubber smoke, her back limbs dragging her boots on the ground a bit behind her bike with the front wheel pointing to the heavens, on purpose. OO, feels so good on my lower back, she squeals in relief before jetting to 120 on open HYWY on both wheels now. Mom, GPS our next EVAC Lo-Cal destination, said Spools. Standby, replied her headset. BTW, asked Neo into his helmet mic doing 120 beside Spools, why am I dressed like a dirty hippy biker. Not to worry, science says its merely auto-self-protect mode your long-term memory over-compensating trying to realign itself against the mind altering pharmaceuticals they injected you with and in pill form, and/or relating metaphysically as to who you are Neo and how best disguised in MATRIX World across no-mans-land, as it were. How so, asked Neo now doing 80 on curves beside her, shooting a drone with one hand. Good shot, she said, the truth of if rich be and dress as if you are poor doesnt mean dress like a biker, Spools almost laughed. You were just a bit off mark is all, your immune red vaccine was fighting the effects of the drugs given you. You were getting there Neo, good job, need a shave, Spool smiled right at Neo’s face doing 90 passing him. Maybe, I dont know, I just woke up, AGAIN, he whipped, passing her doing 97. She shot a cop at a HWY radar trap on her right, catching up with Neo at 97 and holding…continued…
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