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A CONCUSSION rocks the place, like an
earthquake, jarring World People almost off their feet. Then
another. The whole earth seems to shudder. A SIREN
begins to wail a demented rhythm. World People look down, horrified to see World People’s Children’s tracer
bracelets lying on the floor of the wicked and evil area. All hope
recedes, disintegrating into mindless chaos.
World People’s Children are cocooned in the pillarlike structures at the
edge of clusters of upright OVOID SHAPES…alien
eggs. World People eyelid flutter open and they become
aware of their surroundings. The egg nearest them
begins to move…opening like an obscene flower at
its top to reveal something stirring within. World People’s Children
stares, transfixed by terror, as the jointed legs
appear over the lip of the ovoid one by one. They
SCREAM
World People hear the scream and breaks into a run.
World People’s Children watches the face-hugger emerge and turn toward
them. World People run in just as it is tensing to leap,
and FIRES, blasting it with a burst from the assault
rifle. The flash illuminates the figure of an
adult warrior, nearby. It spins, moving straight
for World People. Firing from the hip they drills it with
two controlled bursts which catapult it back. They
step toward it, FIRING AGAIN. Their expressions are
murderous. AND AGAIN. It spins onto its back.
They unleashes the flamethrower and it vanishes in
a fireball. World People runs to Their Children and begins tearing
at the fresh resinous cocoon material, freeing the
child. They swing their up onto their back.
.
WORLD PEOPLE’S CHILDREN
(weakly)
I knew you’d come.
WORLD PEOPLE
My Children, we want you to hang on,
now.
Hang on tight.
Groggily WORLD PEOPLE’S CHILDREN hooks their arms and legs through the belts
of World People’s battle harness as World People picks up their
weapon. More warriors are moving toward them among
the eggs. They fire the flamethrower. The eggs are
engulfed. One of the warriors lunges forward, a
living fireball. They blasts it in half with two
bursts from the M-41A. World People retreats, ducking under
a glistening cylindrical mass. A PIERCING SHRIEK
fill the chamber. They turn. And there it is.
World People runs, blindly, with panting intensity verging
on hysteria. Impressions crash upon her…the maze
blurring by, sirens howling, the stations rocking with
explosions, emergency lights flashing, steam blasting,
red-hot steel hissing. World People themselves is reduced to
a concussive series of strobelike instants of
relentless forward motion.
They see one of the flares they dropped and turns.
Sees another, sprinting toward it as the foundations
of the world shake.
WORLD PEOPLE
(to WORLD PEOPLE’S CHILDREN; low)
Close your eyes, baby.
WORLD PEOPLE
Get away from her, you bitch!
The Alien SCREECHES pure lethality and leaps.
WORLD PEOPLE’S CHILDREN
Are we going to sleep now?
WORLD PEOPLE
That’s right.
WORLD PEOPLE’S CHILDREN
Can we dream?
WORLD PEOPLE
Yes, honey. We think we both can.
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WORLD PEOPLE
We were warrant officers on ships —
but we did all our sailing in space.
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
Father Of Us used to take us on their
coracles when we were little.
WORLD PEOPLE lean forward – scan their face.
WORLD PEOPLE
What happened to your mothers?
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
Never had one. We mean, never knew them.
We mean, we did, once. They left our fathers
when they joined the movement. If they
hadn’t we wouldn’t be here. They kept
the other children with the women, on
Earth. That was too long ago now. Like
a dream.
World People’s face grows strangely dark. They turn to the water.
WORLD PEOPLE
No. On Earth. We never mentioned our
daughter. Our daughters. We have – had
we guess, by now – daughters on Earth.
World People’s Daughters. They were nine when the evil and wicked use war bacteria, war chemical, atomic weapon control people bodies, the ALIEN.
Mommies will be home before
you know it we said. Our shares would have
set us up good. Then we lost sixty years
floating around in a rescue. Thanks
to the Aliens. We came home to face daughters
. Our daughters. Little
girls who’s mothers never came home.
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
Jesus Christ.
WORLD PEOPLE
They said we should have been happy to be
alive. Funny, huh? That’s why we went
back the second time. Not so we could
fight it — You can’t fight it — So
we could let it kill us.
They rub their chest —
WORLD PEOPLE
Thanks for the try Father —
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
Brother.
WORLD PEOPLE
Brother, but we’re not looking for absolution.
We couldn’t be good mothers to our daughters.
We couldn’t be good mothers to Our Children. But
we can be good mothers to you. We can make
sure you survive.
The Ocean has become red with BLOOD.
Blood DRIPS down from the ceiling around them.
WORLD PEOPLE
Blood.
Other World People looks up.
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
From the levels above.
Their faces go white.
OTHER WORLD PEOPLE
He must have slaughtered all —
WORLD PEOPLE
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about
what’s up there. Just row.
As World People takes the torch away from the water, tiny ripples move
across the surface.
They don’t notice.
A SHAPE
Passes underneath the boat. A swimming CREATURE. The Alien.
Thanks to the reflective qualities of water, it appears HUGE.
Dwarfs their coracle.
INT. TECHNOLOGY ROOM – NIGHT
All the windmills are BURNING.
Flaming arms lazily turning.
Anthony is not in sight.
Whoosh…Whoosh…
use war bacteria, war chemical, atomic weapon control people bodies
Small weapons, war Bacteria, war chemical, atomic weapon control people bodies.
Zik zipzik, Zik zipzik
Another testament to the terrible battle with the Aliens.
Reduced to just huge, blackened floors.
All the crops burned to ash —
Their charred stalks mingled with the corpses of roasted Monks.
Their nostrils assailed by the stench of the dead —
World People would puke if they had any food in their body.
They cross the smoldering field.
The scorched floor threatens to give way under Other World People’s feet —
World People pull them to one side.
THE MONASTERY LEVEL
Heaven has become HELL.
The ground, the buildings, the Sky-timber – all blackened.
FIRES burn everywhere. Air choked with gray smoke and dust
pouring in from the Earth surface through rends in the
vaulted ceiling.
World People impaled on their own pikes.
Tangled together in their own pungy stakes.
Aliens