INT. JASON’S CUBE – DEAD OF NIGHT
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A thunder‑crack blast rattles the entire building—glassware trembles, spoon‑king face‑plants. Jason’s optics snap bright.
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JASON
“That is not a curfew drone.”
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His texter chirps a high‑priority alert. Screen flashes red:
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> HQ PRIORITY:
“UNAUTHORIZED INVASION – CORE FACILITY BREACHED.
ALL SECURITY UNITS—RESPOND IMMEDIATELY.”
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Jason vaults out of bed. SD‑A bolts upright, trench‑coat tangled. SD‑K drops from the ceiling, already battle‑ready.
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JASON (fast)
“Stay here. Lock down the cube. If things go south—fly north.”
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SD‑K
“We’re not good at staying.”
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JASON
“Not a debate.”
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He slings his rail‑axe combo onto his back, pockets a spare mag, and slams out the door.
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EXT. CENTRAL CITY STREETS – NIGHT
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Chaos brews. Labor bots cluster at windows, worried voices buzzing.
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PASSERBY BOT #1
“—sounded like the wall cracked!”
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PASSERBY BOT #2
“I saw a rupture of metal—like it was…growing.”
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Jason sprints, boots hammering the pavement. Sirens wail; maglev lines flicker offline overhead.
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EXT. SECURITY HQ PLAZA – MINUTES LATER
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He skids to a stop—and freezes.
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The HQ tower—once a cold monument of steel—is skewered by an enormous organic‑metal spire. It twists skyward like a black thorn, pulsing with dull crimson light. Fractured plating lies everywhere; flames lick broken windows. Smaller vines of living alloy creep from the spire’s base, fusing with wreckage, growing by the second.
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Security bots form barricades, weapons out, but hesitate—no clear target, only the impossible structure humming like a heartbeat.
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JASON (under his breath)
“…Well, shit.”
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Commander Nine‑2’s voice booms over external speakers—tinny, strained.
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COMMANDER NINE‑2 (PA)
“Contain the perimeter! No one enters HQ core until we identify that thing!”
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Jason grips his axe‑handle, visor reflecting the monstrous tower.
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JASON (V.O.)
“Organic metal… parasitic alloy… just leveled up.”
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He advances toward the line, ready to join the fight—eyes locked on the spire that pierces the night sky.
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FADE OUT.
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