What a field day for the heat

               INT. OVAL OFFICE - NIGHT
               A round mahogany table in a dimly lit room.  The Presidential
               seal leers down on a dozen generals and bureaucrats. 
               Computer screens flicker and scroll an endless stream of
               data.  The President taps a note pad with a ballpoint pen.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         Update.

                                   GENERAL #1
                         Four thousand five hundred dead,
                         Mr. President.  Bridges into the
                         city are out.  Side roads
                         impassable.  Power, water, all out.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         Stop.  You.

                                   BUREAUCRAT #1
                         Survivors gathering at the
                         Convention Center.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         Number?

                                   BUREAUCRAT #1
                         Thirty thousand.  Dozens of deaths
                         every hour.  Looting, raping,
                         lawlessness.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         Go.

                                   GENERAL #2
                         We've dispatched haz-mat teams from
                         McClellan.  Eight thousand men,
                         armaments, vehicles.  Arrives
                         tomorrow morning.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         Status.

                                   BUREAUCRAT #2
                         Administration approval rating down
                         twenty-four points.  Friendly news
                         media replaying your speeches from
                         three days ago.  Unfriendly media
                         calling for your resignation.  The
                         region went solidly against us in
                         the last election.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         I know.

                                   GENERAL #1
                         Sir, we need a go no-go.

               The President sighs.  He caps the ballpoint pen.

               EXT. CONVENTION CENTER - NIGHT

               Urban hell on earth.  Fires burn; people attack one another
               with sticks, knives.  Stampeding, glass breaking, an idiot
               melange of screaming.

               A woman clutches a wailing baby in her arms and dodges
               bullets.  A bleeding man staggers into her; she pushes him
               away with a shriek.

               Four men surround her.  They carry guns and knives.  One man
               swings a pipe experimentally.

               A new, mechanical sound: the distant hum of rotary engines. 
               The chaos pauses and the people look up.

                                   WOMAN
                         Food!

                                   MAN
                         Water!

               Helicopters appear over the black city skyline.  Their blue
               searchlights scan the destruction.

               The mob stops fighting, drops their weapons.  People flag the
               helicopters, shouting with joy.

               INT. PRESS ROOM - DAY

               Bright sun through the windows.  The President shuffles
               papers behind a podium.  A makeup artist touches his nose
               with a powder puff.

                                   PRODUCER
                         We're on in five.

                                   PRESIDENT
                         I'll rehearse.

               EXT. CONVENTION CENTER - DAY

               Helicopters slowly descend upon the crowd.  The faces of the
               people, smiling, shouting, waving, gather around beneath
               them.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         My fellow Americans...

               Our woman's face.  She looks at the helicopters, thinks...
               then turns, and begins to run.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         I have consulted with the governors
                         and the mayors of the affected
                         region...

               A milky white powder billows from canisters on the sides of
               the helicopters.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         And unfortunately, despite the best
                         efforts of the state and federal
                         authorities...

               As the powder hits the people, they crumple and fall like
               narcoleptics -- silently, suddenly, as if poleaxed.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         No survivors have been found.

               EXT.  BLIND ALLEY - NIGHT

               The baby in her arms still screaming, our woman cuts down a
               back alley.  She runs into a blind end: a door, a metal
               Dumpster, three brick walls.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         We will be tireless in our efforts
                         to overcome this disaster...

               She wrenches at the locked doorknob -- useless.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         We will not falter and we will not
                         fail.

               A familiar mechanical drone.  The baby wails.  Our woman
               looks up, and as she does a dark helicopter fills the sky
               above the alley.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         And though there has been great
                         misery and pain...  

               She wildly looks around her, sees the Dumpster.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         I believe we as Americans can rise
                         to the challenge.

               She looks up.  From the woman's POV, a billowy cloud
               envelops us, and we are in sudden perfect white silence,
               except for the President's voice...

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         Through this challenge, we will
                         discover our capacity for
                         greatness.

                                                               FADE TO:

               EXT. CONVENTION CENTER - MORNING

               Morning, gray and fine.  Camouflaged army troops, bearing
               rifles, pick their way through innumerable piles of corpses. 
               Smoking, charred rubble, overturned cars.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         It will take more than weeks or
                         months.  It will take years.

               EXT. ALLEY WAY - MORNING

               An Army grunt wanders down the alley.  He shoulders his
               rifle.  Our woman lies in the alley.  He nudges her hand with
               his boot.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         It will cost billions.  We will
                         find the money.

               A tiny, reverberating cry.

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         For a time, my fellow Americans, we
                         will mourn.  But then...

               The grunt turns toward the Dumpster.  Tentatively, he lifts
               the lid, and we hear a baby's cry...

                                   PRESIDENT (V.O.)
                         We will rebuild.

                                                          CUT TO BLACK.
 

0 thoughts on “What a field day for the heat

  1. Nice one John. So, I’m not the only one who finds the wildly varying death-tolls (between 248 and 45000), strange news reports of police firing in Engineers, that are then reversed to say that the police fired on other people who were (for unknown reasons) attacking the Engineers, and the coincedence of two police officers commiting suicideat the same time, in the same way, a little odd?

    Can you say "Resident Evil"? ;^>

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