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First date
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BEGIN!

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CULTURE: various, depending on the element.

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MOTTO:
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CAPITAL: (un-named)
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OFFICIAL LANGUAGE: English with some remnants of their ancient language
NATIONAL LANGUAGES: various

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Versus: Part 7

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VERSUS: PART 7

                                                               FADE IN:



               EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

               An internet cafe's door opens, and out walks SOME GUY. He
               wears a denim jacket and khaki pants, has messy long blonde
               hair tied back, and appears to be in his early twenties. He
               seems to be in a hurry, or nervous.

               He runs behind a trash can and crouches, pulling a small pair
               of binoculars from his jacket pocket. He peers through them,
               and sees a large man, actually a Robot, wearing a leather
               jacket and Aviator sunglasses.

                                   GUY
                         Awww, crap. It's here.

               The Guy sneaks out toward the street, ducking so as to use
               the pedestrians between himself and the robot as a cover. He
               grabs the door handle of the nearest car. It's locked. He
               tries several others, glancing from time to time at the robot
               approaching closer.

               A gap in the crowd opens between them, and the Robot suddenly
               notices the guy, immediately pulling out a large rifle that
               had been hidden in his jacket.

               The Guy tries another door handle, this one is unlocked, and
               the silver door opens upward and he jumps in and slams on the
               gas, pulling the door down as he drives away.



               INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

               The entire dashboard area of the car is covered in blinking
               lights and LED panel displays. A TEENAGER, wearing a
               sleeveless red jacket over a light blue plaid shirt, has been
               sitting in the passenger seat the entire time.

                                   TEENAGER
                         Hey! Who the hell are you!?

                                   GUY
                             (just noticing him)
                         Ohhh crap. There's no time to
                         explain, we have to get out of
                         here, right now.

                                   TEENAGER
                             (looking backward out of
                              the rear windshield)
                         But wait, we can't just leave Doc
                         back there if something's
                         dangerous!

                                   GUY
                         He'll be fine. The robot's not
                         after him.

                                   TEENAGER
                         Robot?!



               EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS

               The car, now quite clearly a modified DeLorean, is swerving
               haphazardly through traffic. The robot is starting to gain on
               them, but the car is able to break through the traffic to
               speed up onto the highway, just as two cars crash into one
               another, blocking the robot's path.



               INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

               The teenager is freaking out, but the Guy has started to calm
               down, focusing on driving as fast as he can down the highway.

                                   TEENAGER
                         Are you going to explain to me
                         what's going on?

                                   GUY
                         All right, kid. Tell me somethin'.
                         What's your name.

                                   TEENAGER
                         Marty.

                                   GUY
                         Of course. All right, Marty. I'm
                         Jack. That guy, that robot, is
                         trying to kill me. The government
                         sent it after me because I know
                         something they don't want anybody
                         to know.

                                   MARTY
                         What?

               The Guy glares at Marty, as if he had asked the dumbest
               question in the history of dumb questions.

                                   GUY
                         Do you really want to know that?

                                   MARTY
                         Oh... I guess not.
                             (beat)
                         Are we safe yet?

                                   GUY
                         That depends on if he found a --



               EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

               Seemingly from nowhere, a huge red semi-trailer truck, driven
               by the robot, flies onto the highway from the side, landing
               several yards in front of the DeLorean and skidding sideways
               for several feet.



               INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

               Jack slams on the brakes and turns the steering wheel madly
               until the car has turned around 180 degrees.

                                   JACK
                         Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap...
                             (pulling a gun out of his
                              jacket pocket)
                             (to Marty)
                         Drive!

                                   MARTY
                         What?

                                   JACK
                         Just move away from that thing!

               Marty struggles to step on the gas pedal and operate the
               steering wheel from the passenger side, while Jack even more
               awkwardly opens the driver's-side door, hangs out of it and
               begins to carefully shoot at the tires of the truck, now
               speeding toward them.



               EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

               One by one, the tires on the truck pop as they are hit by
               bullets. The truck is forced to skid to a stop, allowing the
               silver car to gain a significant lead.



               INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

               The robot is stone-faced and unaffected by this setback. He
               presses a large red button on the dashboard.



               EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

               The trailer on the truck detaches and rolls backwards. The
               truck begins to move itself into a vertical orientation, and
               the back (now bottom) half splits into legs, arms break out
               of the sides, and the robot's seat moves upwards as a helmet
               unfolds from the roof of the cab, so that the robot is
               effectively wearing the truck as a giant mechanical suit,
               looking more or less like a less polished version of a
               Transformer. The DeLorean is no longer anywhere in sight.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. CAR - MOMENTS LATER

                                   MARTY
                             (looking backwards out the
                              rear windshield)
                         Do you think we lost him?

                                   JACK
                             (driving)
                         I wouldn't count on that. It's
                         smart, always prepared for
                         anything. It's not going to stop
                         looking for me unless I destroy it,
                         or it destroys me.

               Suddenly, the road begins to rumble, as if a giant is running
               toward them. Jack looks into the rear-view mirror, and sees
               the giant robot approaching.

                                   JACK
                         Ohhhh crap.

               Jack slams on the gas.

                                   MARTY
                         Wait a minute, I think I have an
                         idea. Let me drive.

                                   JACK
                         What?

                                   MARTY
                         There's no time to explain, just
                         trust me.

               Marty and Jack awkwardly switch seats, and Marty slams on
               several buttons and switches. On the dashboard, several dates
               and a speedometer light up.



               EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

               The silver car begins to turn around, and simultaneously
               begins to hover above the ground, as the wheels shift from a
               vertical to a horizontal orientation.

                                   JACK (O.S.)
                         Hey, here's a question: Why did you
                         not tell me this thing could fly?!

                                   MARTY (O.S.)
                         You said there was no time.

                                   JACK (O.S.)
                             (annoyed)
                         Fair enough. Here's another
                         question: Why are we going toward
                         the bad guy?



               INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS

               The lights in the dashboard are all blinking, and the
               speedometer is rapidly rising, past 60, past 70. Through the
               windshield the giant robot is getting closer and closer; the
               flying car is aiming for the center of the cab.

                                   MARTY
                         You'll see.

               The speedometer hits 88 m.p.h. just as the car is about to
               collide with the grill of the truck.



               EXT. HIGHWAY - CONTINUOUS

               The car vanishes in a flash of light and electrical sparks.
               Two fire trails, where the tires were, extend along the path
               it was taking, piercing the engine of the truck-robot.
               Moments later, the gas tank ignites, causing the entire cab
               to burst into flames, and after a few moments more, the
               entire thing crumbles to the ground and explodes into pieces.

                                                         FADE TO BLACK.
                                       THE END...?
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Another short film in my action-packed psuedo-crossover meta-series. More to come... probably never.
... Or will it?
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Mood: Love ~Timella-Trever Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
That would totally be amazing if it were made. Too bad it can't ever be... :(
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