ADDED: 04.07.2021
CONTENT: SHP, long scripts, abandoned WIPs
Sarlife gets confronted by cops from a different reality.
INT. BALCONY - NIGHT
SARLIFE leans on the railing and writes in their electronic notebook. They bring it to their speaker, where their mouth would be.
SARLIFE: Log number 58, 20th of Prillel, Imesian Year X763. Just woke up from some short charging break. It’s been some time since Matro’s gone off to do some joyriding outside. I don’t know what everyone else I know is doing. Suppose I’m just alone for the night, or at least until Matro comes back. For the time being, I might walk around for a bit, probably on floor 7. Unrelated, but I’ve just tried writing down some ideas for future projects. Usually I come up with something either utterly useless or near impossible. Like, say, a machine for travelling to different realities. Or a talking rubber duck to keep someone company during a bath. Or even a book that’s got headphones attached to it, which is probably the stupidest thing I’ve thought up on the spot. Well, I’ve got nothing right now. In fact, I’ve got no idea why I’m recording this stupid log - there’s nothing to it!
SARLIFE presses a button on the notebook.
SARLIFE: Delete that rubbish!
SARLIFE sighs.
SARLIFE: I don’t believe it! For once, I’m actually bored!
Doc turns to the door back inside.
SARLIFE: Alright! Just as I said: Heading off to floor seven. Seven, seven, floor-
TWO POLICE show up at the door and hold Sarlife at gunpoint. SARLIFE raises both their hands up, dropping their electronic notebook.
POLICE 1: Freeze! There you are!
SARLIFE: What?!
POLICE 2: Quit talkin’ to y’self like it’s nothin’! We’ve gotcha now!
SARLIFE: H-HOW’D COPS GET HERE?!
POLICE 2: Cut the crap, ya know exactly how ya got us here.
SARLIFE: I got you here?!
POLICE 2: Damn right ya did, with ya weird science whatchamacallits.
The SECOND POLICE leans close to the first police.
POLICE 1: (Whispering) Heyuh Duanaste, I think he’s stalling...
DUANASTE: (To Sarlife) Ya clever bastard! Stallin’ are ya?
SARLIFE: No?!
DUANASTE: Lyin’ again, ey? Well Doc, looks like ya comin’ with us, now!
SARLIFE: Like hell I will!
SARLIFE pushes the first police to get through the door and runs away.
POLICE 1: Ow, what the?!
SARLIFE: (Offscreen) See you 14:30, skuelkians!
DUANASTE chases after Sarlife.
DUANASTE: Hey! Brandiel, let’s go!
BRANDIEL: Wait! He dropped his…
INT. CORRIDOR - SAME NIGHT
SARLIFE sprints down the corridor.
SARLIFE: How are there cops here?! How’d they find this place?! HOW DO THEY KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL - AGH, THIS IS DRIVING ME INSANE-
SFX: Pchoo!
A bullet shoots past Sarlife.
SARLIFE: AH!!!
SARLIFE looks behind and sees DUANASTE and BRANDIEL chasing him.
DUANASTE: I’m gonna getcha!
SARLIFE: WHY ARE YOU SHOOTING?!
DUANASTE: To slow ya down! When’d ya get so stupid, rocket scientist!
SARLIFE: What gave you the idea that I knew rocket science?!
DUANASTE: Playin’ dumb, are ya now?! Ya don’t fool me!
SARLIFE runs left to another corridor. DUANASTE and BRANDIEL turn the same way and see a door that’s just slid closed. They run through the door, into a large storage room. We see this room from the outside.
DUANASTE: Goddamnit, dead end!
SARLIFE sneaks through the door that’s just about to slide closed and runs. SARLIFE sprints through the corridor again.
BRANDIEL: (Offscreen) He’s running away!
DUANASTE: (Offscreen) Then why ain’t ya runnin’?! GET HIM!!!
SARLIFE enters into a room full of empty desks and some beds.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
DUANASTE: Hey, you’re the one who teleported us to this place.
SARLIFE: I did NOT teleport you!
DUANASTE: (Sarcastically) Yeah, sure.
SARLIFE: Believe me when I say I’m telling the truth, I am NOT the one you’re looking for!
DUANASTE: Then what explains this?
DUANASTE pulls out a small device. It lights up a projected screen of a file containing details about Sarlife.
SARLIFE: WHAT?! How did you get that?!
DUANASTE: It ain’t ya business!
SARLIFE continues reading the document.
SARLIFE: Hold on a second, something doesn’t sit right... There, it says it’s the year X734. That was long ago.
BRANDIEL: Uh, everyone’s been tracking you for years, y’know.
DUANASTE: Shh, he’s just tryna play dumb. Ya hadn’t heard?
SARLIFE: Oh, shut your gozzuck’ole; I am NOT!
DUANASTE: The heck’d ya just say to me? Ya don’t talk to me like that! Ya seen my badge?
SARLIFE: You’re here now! It doesn’t matter!
DUANASTE: It matters anyplace.
SARLIFE: Then you start bloody caring about anything else, and then we can decipher whether or not it matters! Now, let me talk! I’ve never been tracked before in my life, or at least by many people like you.
BRANDIEL: Well, what do you remember from X734 to now?
SARLIFE: X734 to now was a blur.
BRANDIEL: That’s not helping.
SARLIFE: Well, how long has it been? Twenty... nine...? (In shock) Oh God, 29 years- You’ve been searching for me for 29 years and I didn’t know about it?!
BRANDIEL: What is this guy saying?
DUANASTE: Maybe, he’s got a bug in his weird calculator-calender-thingamajig I dunno system.
BRANDIEL: Probably.
SARLIFE: What are you talking about? It’s year X763.
DUANASTE: A-ha! I got it!
SARLIFE: Wh... What?
DUANASTE: Not only’d ya teleport us, but now ya either trickin’ us to thinkin’ we’ve come from the past, or ya teleported us into some time in the future!
SARLIFE rubs his temples.
SARLIFE: Oh, this is getting ridiculous.
DUANASTE: It was X739 just a couple minutes ago, and now ya tellin’ me it’s X763.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
SARLIFE: I don’t believe it… Alternate realities do exist after all…
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