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How To Know Your Social Media Content Strategy Isn’t Working

Determining what isn’t working within your social media marketing strategy is imperative. Your content strategy is often one of the areas that is off, and the reason your efforts are thus far in vain. If you don’t have a proper social media content strategy it will affect the rest of your social media marketing results. Identifying the key indicators pointing to what’s not working is extremely important.

Social Media Content StrategyWhat are a few of the signs that the content strategy you are using with your social media marketing isn’t working?

1) No Shares – One of the biggest things you should be seeing that will validate the topics and content you post about are shares. If you’re not getting a fair amount of RT’s and shares of the content you curate, post and create, your content strategy is missing the mark.

2) No Engagement – When your community likes and comments on the content you are posting to your streams, you can infer that the content types and topics you are posting about is resonating. But lets be very clear here. I said likes AND comments. A subtle thing many miss is that likes without comments is not a good indicator of relevance. You’re looking for both likes and comments that show your content strategy is connecting with your audiences interests.

3) No Clicks – One thing that is often overlooked is the measurement of traffic to YOUR websites, landing pages and content. When you have nailed a curation and creation content strategy, you will be providing consistent content that resonates with your audience and opens interest in content you create and more importantly an openness to investigate what you and/or your company actually does. If your social media posts about you and your services aren’t generating traffic, it’s a good indication that nobody cares what you post.

4) No Leads/Sales – At the end of the day, social media marketing needs to be about results. It needs to be about more than just clicks, engagement, likes and community size. If your content strategy is working and you have speaking to the proper audience with the content you curate and create, it will lead to conversations and then relationships.

Earning relationships should be your focus from the beginning. Providing selfless value through content posting, content creation and shares will open conversations with your community. As those conversations increase, relationships are formed, thought leadership is established and relationships grown. Through those relationships you will also generate inquiries, leads and revenue.

If you have the proper content strategy in place and are doing the proper activities surrounding what you post, likes, comments, conversations, clicks, traffic, relationships and sales are the result.

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Social Media Is NOT About Engagement

The definition of Engagement in social media marketing is sometimes a bit cloudy. I would describe social media engagement as listening, responding and communicating with your social community. It is being real, ever present and responsive to conversations taking place within your social presence. Engaging involves responding to activities that happen to you, like:

1) comments

social media engagement2) mentions

3) shares

4) likes

Engagement also involves the proactive activities that solicit responses from others, like:

1) Posting relevant, interesting content

2) Liking other peoples content

3) Sharing or Retweeting other peoples content

I hear so frequently that social media is about Engaging, or Engagement. I also hear the phrase, content is king. Is it really? Is that what social media marketing is about? I disagree that social media is about content, engagement or even relationships. Effective social media marketing is not ABOUT those things, it simply USES those things to accomplish something. They are merely the methods to achieve a result.

“Content isn’t king, results are! #quote @fondalo” Social Media is about Results! Whether you are a big brand, entrepreneur or social media agency, using social media for marketing, you should be here for a specific reason or reasons. One of those reasons, and hopefully the main one, is to acheive some kind of return on the significant investment of time, money and resources that you are spending in the space.

Someone recently posted a comment in response to an article I shared. They said, “Remember… it’s not the amount of likes, but the engagement that makes a page worthwhile.”

My response was, I disagree. It’s BOTH. You can have all the awesome engagement in the world, but without a large enough, targeted community, you will never get an ROI. After all it is about results, not engagement that is important.

I challenge you to look at content, engagement and other components of your social media management in the proper perspective. I challenge you to spend less time on the methods of social media and focus more on achieving real revenue and results. I challenge you to shift your daily activity from doing social media to being effective, which is measured by real results.

Yes, you need to engage and you must always respond and build relationships. Just be sure you are engaging and building the relationships that have a chance to achieve results. These things combined is what I call social selling.

“When you EARN the relationship, you can ask for the sale. #socialselling #quote @fondalo”

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That’s Not YOUR Content Strategy, It’s Someone Else’s

Before I dig fairly deep into this subject, I want to be very clear about a couple of things:

1) There are no steadfast rules about social media marketing, with the exception of: DO NOT spam.

2) My intent is to guide my readers toward improved effectiveness and real net results based on my results, not a theory that generates blog traffic to sell my book about something I have never really done.

3) I largely write for a specific audience that consists of the social media marketer, the small to medium brand or the social media agency, not particularly for the enthusiast. Please recognize that this post is directly focusing on those using social media for marketing.

Not YOUR Content StrategyLiterally hundreds of times per day, I view the feeds, walls and pages of people I am connected with. I am looking to RT (Retweet), share and otherwise promote them. The unfortunate truth is that a large percentage of the time even with several scrolls of the page, I am unable to find anything they have posted themselves. I don’t mean blog posts they have written, but content that THEY find and post. No blog post of their own, no news, articles or relevant information that is valuable and deserving of a share. Just an incredible amount of RT’s of other people’s social media content posts.

Let me say something very clearly here; If you largely RT and Share other people’s social media posts and/or Triberr content from others to fill your feeds with content, you are deploying THOSE people’s content strategy, not your own.

A few things I suggest:

1) Carefully select the posts you Share/RT from others.

Ensure there is a reason for the share that further’s YOUR content strategy.

2) Make RT’s and Shares around 10-20% max of the posts in your feed. 

If you are going to be effective with the social media content you post, you need to have a strategy and that strategy needs to be yours. Limit the RT’s and Shares in your feed and ramp up the content you find yourself that is inline with the topics that drive your audience.

3) You must have a content strategy.

If you don’t know what a social media strategy is, are struggling with it or need to make changes to your existing strategy, here is a simple Infographic that may help. Coupled with a social content strategy, you need to have an effective way to aggregate social content and manage, schedule and post that content.

Related Example:

I used to be in several “tribes” on Triberr with many big name social media people who had huge audiences. After sometime, I left those 10+ tribes with a 20+ million reach down to only 6 with around a 3.9 million reach. The interesting thing I have found is that our blog traffic has maintained the same traffic levels, our software user acquisition rates have steadily increased, and I spend WAY less time in Triberr, even though we are in smaller tribes with a smaller reach.

The right content is very important and where you spend your time obtaining content for your feeds is also. Many of the people who have large followings are not as influencial as you might think. In fact, my experience tells me that many of those described above that share your posts have followers that don’t even consider stuff they share as important or relevant, hence the same results with a much smaller tribe reach.

Don’t misunderstand, I am not a Triberr hater. I think it is excellent when used in conjunction with a clearly defined strategy.

The moral of the story here is that you must have your OWN content strategy that includes posting content YOU find, content YOU create, as well as shares and RT’s. These things work together to deliver value to your community and establish credibility and thought leadership in your space. Doing so will result in increased, meaningful conversations, deeper relationships and ultimately a return on investment for your social media marketing efforts.

By Robert Caruso
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Content Doesn’t Matter – 4 Things To Avoid

Content Doesn't MatterLet me be clear here. Content that is not targeted to your audience, is not consistent in your feeds and does not spark sharing and conversations, doesn’t matter…

There are four things you need to avoid surrounding content, if you want it to matter at all.

1) Posting content without a clear intent is a great way to get your audience to tune out. You know, constant random stuff that is not at all interesting, relevant or valuable. When your community sees content like this on a frequent basis, they tend to tune out most everything else you do. Hence, Content Doesn’t Matter…

Have a clear strategy designed to consistently posting relevant, valuable content that matters to your audience.

2) Mostly retweeting and/or sharing content posted by others isn’t leading. Sourcing and curating your own content that is relevant to your target audience is imperative. Doing so creates thought leadership with your community and makes you a reliable source that is top of mind whenever they log onto the social graph. You want your audience to be looking for your posts, not passively seeing your constant sharing of others content.

If you are just going to share what other people post, know that you will get much less shares yourself. Hence, Content Doesn’t Matter…

3) Not posting enough content makes you invisible. I have often referred to social media as a Freeway. You must have enough cars (Content/Posts) on the freeway everyday so no matter when your audience steps up to the side of the freeway, one of your cars go by. You need to efficiently aggregate content that is interesting and relevant to your audience and post it consistently across the social graph.

If you are posting content a few times per day on Twitter, Facebook and Linkedin, you need to understand that nobody is even seeing what you post. Hence, Content Doesn’t Matter…

4) Never creating your own content won’t work. Articles, graphics, blogs and videos are all required content every company must have. Content creation has become a required component for being a thought leader in your industry.

If you are not consistently creating your own content every month, you are not going to see the best results from your social media marketing. Hence, Content Doesn’t Matter…

So again, content doesn’t matter if you are not using it properly. Focus on developing a content strategy that addresses these four areas and you will quickly see improvements in all of the appropriate metrics of your social media marketing.

By Robert Caruso
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How The Mayan Calendar Started My Blogging Journey

Something most people don’t know about me is that I have written a screenplay for a feature film and was signed by an agent out of New York City back in 2005. Believe it or not, it was the first real writing I had done since school and was pretty amazed to have been noticed and got as far as I did as a newbie. In the end, they were not able to get the script sold to Hollywood and I moved on, satisfied that I did accomplish something many wouldn’t even attempt.

Mayan Calendar WatchSo what was the screenplay about? The Mayan Calendar, The lost city of Atlantis and a present day Indian Reservation in Oregon. Yes, my first writing outside of school was a silly sci-fi movie. Go figure. As you probably know, the Mayan calendar is supposed to end in a few days on December 21st of this year. The hype about this date and what it means to the world range from the wild to the odd. I thought it was a great way to tie Atlantis into the story and explain a lot of ancient myths and stories at the same time. (the entire screenplay is included in this post below)

Right about now, you are probably asking yourself why is he writing a blog post about the Mayan calendar and some unknown screenplay he wrote? Believe it or not, I have a plan.

You see, the point I want to leave you with is that content creation is just as important as finding and posting other people’s content that is interesting to your target audience. Creating content is just as important as sharing or retweeting content other people post. If you or your brand is going to be seen as a thought leader in your industry, you are going to have to write your own content. If you are going to be successful in social media marketing, you are going to have your OWN content that you develop that provides valuable information to your prospects, customers and social audience.

What’s the deeper point I am trying to make?

If I can do it, you can too.

Get started, be consistent and know what your audience is interested in or what they want to know about your industry. Blogs, images and videos are a crucial part of social media marketing. Be sure you have the knowledge you need to execute them and put the necessary resources toward getting it done.

*For those of you who are readers. My screen play, which is registered with the screenwriters guild is published in it’s entirety below. I hope you enjoy the read.

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“The Oracle Codes”

A Screenplay By:
Robert M. Caruso

EXT. THE CITY OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

High up in the sky and focused directly into the bright yellow sun, the view slowly pans down to the lush and somewhat sophisticated city of Atlantis.

The city is shown from high in the sky to be located off the main landmass in the Atlantic Ocean.  Slowly moving down from the sky closer and closer to the city the view flies over the land where a water canal is shown, cutting through the rings of land, and water running south for 5 miles to the sea.  The main city of Atlantis is shown as a densely populated area just outside the outer ring of water and spread across the plain, covering a circle of 11 miles where the majority of the population lives.

Flashing on the screen –

The City of Atlantis

Approximately 9000 BC

Continuing to get lower to the ground the view flies beyond the city, showing a fertile plain 330 miles long and 110 miles wide surrounded by another canal used to collect water from the rivers and streams of the mountains.  The area surrounding the plain to the north are shown where mountains soar to the skies. Villages, lakes, rivers, and meadows dot the mountains.

Flying back to the main Atlantis City area, it is shown as a calm, safe and abundant city, lush with trees and green spaces.  Quickly descending to the main city area reveals more detail of elaborate housing structures and multiple story buildings beyond what would usually be expected of an ancient society.  Slowly coming down to ground level, a pristine and perfectly level cobble stoned streets, lined with electric lighting poles and lights is depicted.

At ground level and running through the streets shows the sophisticated technology they possess, yet an ancient look and style of dress and way of life.  The viewer sees metal workers laboring in factories, wagons carrying an abundance of food from the fields to the city center.  Children are seen playing and running through the streets without a care in the world. Even fountains can be seen showing an elaborate network of fresh water running throughout the city and into homes.

Slowly making way through the streets of Atlantis and arriving at the central hill.  On top of the hill is a large palace complex with a giant gold statue on the near the edge of the cliff overlooking the city.  The statue is what we think of as the image of Poseidon (actually an Alien Tretaab Leader) riding a chariot pulled, by winged horses. The palace complex shows massive construction capability and the use of architectural technology.  The complex has many buildings rising 10 stories high, with a large central courtyard containing lush plants, lush green grass and massive fountains.

The focus becomes centered on one window on the 5th floor of one of the 10 story towers and moves in until the screen is filled with the window and hallway inside the building can be seen.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 5TH FLOOR – MID DAY

Inside the tech center building and flying down a long hallway with electric lighting and power operated doors as the view continues up elaborate staircases to the next level.

Technology workers are shown making adjustments to larger powered computer-like structures along the hallway of the second level as one of the doors in the hallway opens automatically.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 6TH FLOOR MAIN ROOM – MID DAY

Inside the room, technicians are shown working on something on top of a lighted table with wires running to various other large machines.  The room lighting is flickering as the technicians are shown wearing protective goggles due to the extremely bright lighting coming from the device on the table as it seems to be being loaded with some kind of data.

The lights return to normal as the technicians take off their goggles and begin unhooking the wires from the device on the lighted table.

A door inside the main room suddenly opens as several Atlantean Council Leaders are shown talking and arguing as they walk into the main room.  They all stop abruptly and look at the main technician in the room near the lighted table.

                              TINOM

                        (Looking at the main technician.)

                  Was the loading of the codes successful?

The main technician looks back at the council leaders and nods with a yes.

                              TINOM

                        (Turning back to the other council members.)

Alright council leaders, enough arguing.  The process is completed now.  Since we are not in agreement on the time for deployment, let us ask the council leader for his opinion and agree to follow his wisdom.

The council members all nod their heads and look at each other in agreement.

                              TINOM

                  Silideon?

The Sr. council leader walks up to the other council members standing in the main room as they all bow slightly in reverence.

Silideon looks at the council members.

                              SILIDEON

                  Are you all in agreement that my advice will be followed?

Nodding yes and looking at each other, the council members look back to the wise Silideon.

                              SILIDEON

Alright then…  The father of the chosen guardian of the Oracle will then select the time for departing us.

The council members immediately start arguing with one another again.

                              SILIDEON

                        (Interrupting them angrily.)

Enough!  There is no longer time for this.  The time draws near for the Tretaab’s to arrive.

Silideon pauses and looks at each of them as they settle down.

                              SILIDEON

The end is near.  Tinom…

Tinom lowers his head briefly showing emotion at what he now has to do.  He looks at one of the technicians standing next to the lighted table where the Oracle is.

                              TINOM

                  Simeon…  Come here son.

Simeon takes off his technician hood and coveralls and walks over to his father standing with the other council members.

                              SIMEON

                  Yes father?

                              TINOM

                  It is time…

Just then a loud explosion is heard and the entire building shakes as everyone in the room begins screaming and heading for exits.

                              TINOM

                  Son, you must go NOW!

                              SILIDEON

                        (Talking to the technicians.)

                  Prepare the sphere and deploy it immediately!

Tinom gathers the council members and directs them out of the main room.  Several of others help the elder Silideon to move more quickly.

Additional explosions are heard outside the building as it shakes even more violently.

EXT. IN THE STREETS OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

People are shown running through the streets in a panic as Tretaab ships are shown swooping down on them and firing their weapons.

Tretaab warriors are shown hacking down people in the streets with their weapons.

A Tretaab warrior is shown steeling the DNA strand from an Atlantean boy.

Explosions and screaming are heard all around.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 6TH FLOOR MAIN ROOM – MID DAY

As explosions and chaos can be heard outside the building, Simeon grabs the device from the lighted table and hurries over to a black oval pad on the floor in the corner of the room.

Several technicians are shown entering information into computers and flicking switches on consoles.

Simeon looks over to a table next to the pad where an eagle feather is shown.  He runs over to the table and grabs it, then heads back to the black pad.  Simeon looks over at the technicians running the systems as he sits down in the middle of the black pad on the floor

                              TECHNICAN 1

Systems are powered and ready…  On your mark Simeon.

Just then Simeon looks at his father who is turning around to look at his son.  They stare at each other as the exit door suddenly closes, shutting his father out of the room and breaking their connection forever.

Suddenly another explosion rocks the building and blows a hole in the side of the main room.

                              SIMEON

                  NOW!

The technicians hit buttons and flick switches as a wind up sound is heard.  Watching the controls the technicians seem to be waiting for something.

                              SIMEON

                  NOW!  Do it now!

Yelling back to Simeon to be heard over the explosions and winding sound of the equipment.

                              TECHNICAN 1

(Pointing up at the control panel light that is still off.)

                  It is not completely charged!

                              SIMEON

                  I said do it now or it will be too late!

Suddenly the light turns on and the technician flips the last switch.  Simeon is immediately wrapped in an enormous semi-transparent blue sphere.

With a very loud bang, the sphere flies off the floor and crushes through the room wall and up into the air at a very high rate of speed.

Simeon is heard yelling as it disappears out of the lab.

EXT. IN THE STREETS OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

The slaughter on the city is shown continuing as several of the Tretaab warriors hear the bang and look up to see the sphere crash out of the lab wall and swoosh loudly as it speeds into invisibility up in the sky.

FADE OUT

EXT. THE ENTRANCE OF THE WARM SPRINGS INDIAN RESERVATION – AFTERNOON

The camera pans down from the sign reading “Warm Springs Indian Reservation” hanging over the roadway to focus under the sign and down the long dusty road as “2010” flashes on the screen.

EXT. SIM’S MOTHERS BACKYARD – AFTERNOON

The family is playing in the backyard, preparing for a BBQ.

Two young boys are playing catch with their 29-year-old brother, Sim.

Mother comes out the back screen door using her foot to push it open because her hands are full.  She is carrying a large wooden platter containing chips and dips in one hand and a bunch of canned soda’s in the other as she struggles.

MOTHER

Can I get some help here boys?

The young brothers run to help the mother on the back steps as the youngest child grabs a few of the soda’s and one of the others grads the platter from their mother.

The oldest son, Sim walks over to the run down picnic table and sits on top of it with his feet down on the seat, then grabs a chip and chomps it in his mouth as he opens a soda.

MOTHER

Sim, are you going to fix the fence this weekend like you have promised me for a year now.

Sim’s youngest brother begins giggling.

SON 2

Sim can’t fix anything unless it plugs into the wall.

                              SIM

                  How bout I fix you.  Huh?

Sim leans over as he begins tickling the younger boys and chases them from the table.

MOTHER

I will be fixing all of you if I don’t get my fence fixed before the new cow gets here next week…

MOTHER

                        (Looking at Sim with a pitiful look)

Sim, I really need that taken care of sweetie.  Can you do it this weekend?

Sim stops chasing the boys.  Breathing heavily, he looks back at his mother.

                              SIM

My final paper is due next week mom.  I have to get it finished…  This is really important.

MOTHER

                        (getting agrivated)

You should have thought about that a year ago when you promised me you would fix it then. Just because you have more degrees and education than anyone else in this family, does not mean you are too smart to help your mother.  You know, your father would have…

SIM

(interrupting her)

Ok, ok mom.  I will do it this weekend.

Mother looks at Sim with a look of disbelief.

SIM

I said I will do it!

Mother grins slightly then gets back to preparing the food.

Sim and the younger children begin playing and chasing each other again.

FADE OUT

INT. INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE IN THE SPARE ROOM – EARLY EVENING

Sim is going through tribal documents and artifacts that were his fathers as Mother is putting the younger boys to bed.

MOTHER

                        (Walking into the spare room)

Sim, what are you doing in here sweetie?

                              SIM

                        (Kneeling in front of his Dad’s old recliner looking at Tribal art)

When you referenced Dad earlier today it really got me thinking.  I have been so busy with my schooling and all since Dad died, I really haven’t been in touch with the tribe and our history.  Can you tell me about Dad and the Tribe?

MOTHER

                        (Sitting down next to Sim)

Your father and his ancestors inhabited these lands for many centuries.  As a matter of fact when he got really sick, the only thing he talked about over and over was the early days and the oracle legend passed down from his great grandfather.

                              SIM

                  Oracle?

MOTHER

                        (Pointing at the tribal artwork in Sim’s hands)

See…  Here…  The Oracle legend passed down from our ancestors said that thousands of years ago our tribe was visited by a shaman from another time and place. He foretold of other worlds and civilizations and the end of the current age.

                              SIM

                  But how come Dad never shared this with us?

MOTHER

Ah, but he did Sim. You are a direct descendant of this Shaman.  His name was Simeon.  That is who you were named after.

                              SIM

                        (looking very solemn and emotional)

Do you think it would be ok if I took some of this stuff…  Just for a while?

MOTHER

(Walking over to a feather hanging on the wall and handing it to Sim)

Of course you can honey.  But your father wanted you to have a few things when you were ready.

                              SIM

A feather?  Mom, we all have Eagle feathers as a part of our right of passage.

MOTHER

This is not just any feather Sim. This is said to be the Eagle feather brought to our tribe by your namesake…  Simeon.

Mother walks over to a desk in the room and opens a drawer.  Pulling out a very old notebook, she dusts it off and carries it to where Sim is sitting and kneels down in front of him.

MOTHER

This was your great grandfather’s notebook Sim. You may find it interesting…

FADE OUT

INT.  LECTURE HALL, PORTLAND COMMUNITY COLLEGE – FRIDAY

The final lecture on deep computer science technology.

The camera pans the students, as the dull droning of the professor is heard in the background.

The camera stops on a close up of Sim and his buddy John as John

JOHN

                        (Leaning over to Sim to whisper.)

What are we going to do Saturday?

                              SIM

I don’t know what you are doing, but I am going to be working on the reservation.

JOHN

Come ON!  You are kidding right?  This is our last weekend before we finish the rest of the education we will ever do again in our life!

                              SIM

John, you will not be learning anymore, that’s for sure…  I have to repair the fence for Mom this weekend…  I promised her.

                              JOHN

                        (Looks at Sim with a disgusted look)

                              SIM

                        (Speaking sternly)

Do YOU want to tell her I am going to go out and party with you instead of help her like I promised?

                              STUDENT

(Turning around to look at John and Sim as if to say shut up)

                              JOHN

(Looking back at the student harshly, then leaning in closer to Sim and whispering.)

No way Sim…  Go and help your mother this weekend…  She scares me.

                              SIM

                        (Laughing)

That’s right!  She could kick both our asses…

JOHN

(Laughing and then leaning back over to whisper to Sim)

Ya, and both of us at the same time too!

                              PROFESSOR

(Passing back and forth and continuing to drone on in front of the class)

JOHN

What about tonight then?

                              SIM

What about it?

                              JOHN

At least let’s play some pool or something…  Grab a beer…

                              SIM

                        (Looking at John impatiently)

We will see…  I still have to put the finishing touches on my final paper…  I will let you know, ok?

                              PROFESSOR

                        (Continuing to drone on in front of the class)

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM IN HIS CAR DRIVING HOME FROM CLASS – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim driving home from class as he rounds a corner and gets stuck at a stop light.

                              SIM

(Looking around impatiently for the light to change green, looking across the intersection at the convention center building and begins to zone out as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on his car stereo..)

Sigh…

Still tapping on the steering wheel the shot focuses his view on the sign out in front of the Portland Convention Center.

International Genetic Science Association Conference – Honoring Cynthia Beckman

                              SIM

                        (Talking to himself sarcastically.)

 Now, that looks like a lot of fun…

The light turns green as Sim turns up the music volume and steps on the gas.

EXT.  SIM’S APARTMENT COMPLEX PARKING LOT – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim pulls into the front entrance of his apartment complex, then rolling over a speed bump and rounding the corner of his building toward his parking space.

He begins to swing into his space without paying attention, as if from memory when he suddenly slams on the breaks.

Out the front windshield you see that his crazy neighbor Rufus has left his bike in the middle of Sim’s spot again.

With his music still blaring; he angrily opens his door and hops out of the car walks up to the bike, grabs the handlebars and moves the bike into the bike racks next to his space.

                              SIM

                        (Shaking his head and grinning)

                        Rufus…

Sim jumps back in his car and quickly pulls all the way into his spot.  As he opens the door, he reaches in the back seat and grabs his large backpack and slowly drags it out of the car.  As Sim gets his keys and everything together and shuts the car door his crazy neighbor Rufus is heard in the background behind him, then shown walking toward him wearing an alien T-shirt and a funky hat with tentacles.

                              RUFUS

                        (Complaining loudly.)

Sim, you are not supposed to touch my bike, I told you are not supposed to touch It… It destroys the communication, I told you.

                              SIM

Ok, ok Rufus, but I had to move it.  You were in my spot again…

                              RUFUS

But you ruined the transmission!

                              SIM

                        (Rolling his eyes and turning his head away.)

Transmission of what Rufus?

                              RUFUS

With the Aliens…

                              SIM

You know there is no such thing as aliens Rufus.

Finishing his sentence he turns and walks toward his apartment door, unlocks it and starts to go in.  Sim turns back to look at Rufus as Rufus begins to rant and rave loudly in the background as Sim walks through his door.

                              RUFUS

(Still looking at where Sim had been standing.)

You think you are so smart, just cause you’re an associate and a bachelor and are soon to be a master of the third degree!!!!!!

INT.  SIM’S APARTMENT – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim shuts his apartment door as he turns to face into the room, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. He flicks on the light switch next to the door and walks into the apartment and throws his keys onto the kitchen table and takes off his enormously heavy backpack and plops it on the floor.

Sim slowly makes his way into the kitchen and holds the refrigerator door open as he reaches in to grab a bottle of water and takes a big drink.  He wipes his mouth with his shirt sleeve and puts the bottle away.  Still standing in front of the refrigerator with the door still open his eyes catch his answering machine on the kitchen counter, displaying 4 messages.  He slams the door to the refrigerator as his hand hits the button to play the message.  The tape rewinding is heard as Sim begins to roam the apartment picking up around the living room when the machine beeps…

GREG

Sim!  Greg

                              JOHN

(Yelling in the background of the message)

And John!

GREG

John tells me your mommy won’t let you go out Saturday.

JOHN

(Yelling in the background of the message again)

Party!

GREG

                        (Talking to John, then back to Sim in the message)

Shut up man…   Anyway, we are gonna go out and play some pool and party tonight if you can make it…  Seven o’clock at The Ram…  Be there!

Sim still moving around the apartment picking up dirty clothes and dishes, he makes his way back to the machine and presses the button again as it BEEPS.

                              PROFESSOR BELL

                        (In a nerdy quiet voice.)

Sim?  This is Professor Bell …  I am still waiting, to get your thesis revisions.  I need them no later than Monday, remember…  Umm  ok, goodbye.

Making his way back to the counter he makes a few notes on a scratch pad as he sighs and presses the button again and stands at the counter – BEEP

                              SUSAN

Hi Sim, it’s Susan.  Remember we are still on for studying tomorrow morning.  I am not letting you bail out on me again.  You said you would help me…  I will pick you up at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow…  Oh, by the way, I need you to go with me to something before…  It’s…  Well, just dress nice, ok?  And NO t-shirts…  Ok, 9:00 a.m. remember…  Thanx Sim.

As the machine BEEPS again, Sim opens the fridge again as if looking for something he wants but can’t remember what it was.

                              JOHN

Sim, Susan called and asked me to bring you a clean dress shirt for something tomorrow morning.  What is that about?

SIM

                        (Talking to himself.)

Oh, that’s just great.  Who does she think she is… my wife?

Message 4 continues as Sim is talking to himself and still in front of the fridge holding the door open.

JOHN

I thought you guys were just friends?  Anyway, call if your laundry looks like usual.

(BEEP)  As the Answering machine voice says – “You have no more messages…”

SIM

Thank God!

Sim turns to look into his bedroom across the hall from the kitchen and focuses on a huge pile of laundry on the floor.  He grabs a diet Pepsi from the fridge and closes it.  He slides an open bag of potato chips toward him on the counter as he carries them to the living room and plops down on the couch.  He sets down his drink on the coffee table, grabs the remote control and turns on the TV.

Looking at the TV, he surfs through the channels then stops abruptly as he comes across the Discovery Channel that is showing a documentary on Roswell and aliens.  He watches for a moment and his face begins to look serious.  He sits up slightly and glances toward the front window to look outside where Rufus can still be seen pacing back and forth and bantering on while messing with his bike.  Sim grins slightly, then begins channel surfing again.

The camera pans Sim’s living room, then kitchen, then to the den area where his computers and elaborate technology reside, which shows how savvy he is with computer technology while in the background Sim’s continued channel surfing can still be heard.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE DOOR OF THE RAM BAR – NIGHT 7:30 PM

Music can be heard billowing outside the bar door as someone opens the door to go inside, it gets louder.

Sim pulls in and parks in an open spot right near the front door.

INT.  INSIDE THE RAM BAR – NIGHT 7:30 PM

Sim walks in the front door of the extremely busy bar as the music is blaring and there are people everywhere.  Sim sheepishly looks around for his buddy’s and slowly moves forward into the bar.

John and Greg are shown by a pool table trying to catch Sim’s eye when Sim finally sees them.  Greg leans over and takes a shot on the pool table as Sim walks up to the two of them as they greet each other.

JOHN

What’s up brother?

                              GREG

                        (Punching Sim in the arm.)

Hey you made it.  We had a bet…

Greg looks toward John and holds out his hand.  John reaches in his pocket and hands Greg a $20 dollar bill.

John walks over to the table next to where they were playing pool and grabs a cold beer then turns around and holds it up at Sim.

JOHN

I got you a beer man.

Sim grabs it from John and takes a big swig, as Greg speaks.

GREG

                        (Looking at Sim.)

Come on let’s play…  You wanna break?

John begins to wrack the balls as Sim grabs a pool cue and readies to break.  As Sim hits the cue ball and breaks, the scene ends.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE RAM BAR – LATE NIGHT

It is later in the night and the three friends are now sitting around the table next to where they had been playing pool.

The bar is mostly empty now and much quieter.

JOHN

So Sim.  What are your plans?  Next week you finally accomplish all of the education you set out to do.

                              SIM

(Looking down at his beer in a stare, then back up at John and Greg.)

I am not really sure man…  I mean, I feel I should do something really big, ya know?  But then again there is the reservation and my family’s heritage

            SIM

(Looking back down at his beer as he fidgets with the condensation on the side of the glass)

But you know, some of the technology I am working on is unheard of and can really be huge.

                              JOHN

Well, your tribe and the reservation was everything to your father Sim.

Sim lifts his glass slowly and takes a drink

JOHN

I know you are getting recruiting letters from every major tech company in North America, but there is more than just success.  Think about the tribe.

                              SIM

John, you know what the tribe and my heritage meant to my father and my ancestors.  I’m just not sure it is what I am meant for.  I want something more in life.

                              GREG

Ok, ok guys this is getting a bit too serious.  Let me lay it out for you…

John is going to stay home all day drinking beer, probably playing video games.  I suspect bartending or busing tables for a living at night, while I try my best to act like I know what I am doing in Dad’s company.

And Sim…  Our resident genius here is going to invent something to save the world, catch the most beautiful girl and make more money than Bill Gates.

The three of them are laughing and high five-ing each other.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S BEDROOM – 8:57 AM SATURDAY

The screen is black for 3 seconds as you hear pounding on a door.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

The blackness slowly begins to become light in Sim’s bedroom as the knocks become louder and harder.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding harder on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

As the shot becomes completely lighted, Sim is shown lying in bed with the sun shinning through his bedroom window.  Sim is lying on his back squinting his eyes from the bright morning light as he tries to gain consciousness the knocks become even louder and harder.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding even harder on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

Sim rolls to his side to look at the clock, which is displaying 8:58 am as Susan is now heard yelling from outside the front door.

SUSAN

SIM???? Knock, knock, knock.

As Sim becomes awake enough to realize the time, he abruptly swings the sheets off of himself and jumps out of bed in his underwear and T-shirt.

SIM

(Scrambling out of his bedroom toward the front door.)

Shit!

From a view outside the front door over Susan’s shoulder as it opens and Sim is standing there in his underwear barely awake.

SUSAN

                        (Barging into the apartment past Sim.)

Oh my God!  I did say 9:00 didn’t I?

With his hand still on the doorknob, groggy and dazed, he watches her flying into the apartment; he shuts the door and turns around to watch Susan walking through the kitchen toward his bedroom door.

Susan rushes into Sim’s bedroom and stumbles over the pile of laundry on the floor as she heads for his closet and reaches for the door to open it; Susan opens the closet doors and begins pulling out clothes as Sim slowly appears in the bedroom doorway she begins holding different shirts up in front of Sim to see how they might look on him.

                              SUSAN

No…  No…  Not gonna work…  No…

She finds a pair of slacks and shirt she approves of and shoves them in his face.

SUSAN

Here, put this on…

She moves him out of her way as he watches her silently in the bedroom doorway and walks out of the bedroom.

Dazed, Sim looks down at the clothes in his hands as Susan sticks her head back in the door.

SUSAN

                        (Speaking angrily as she slams his bedroom door)

NOW SIM!  We are gonna be late!

                              SIM

                        (Talking to under his breath.)

                  I swear this woman thinks she is my mother…

SUSAN

I’m waiting!

                              SIM

(Starting to get dressed and speaking under his breath again.)

                  Or my wife…

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SUSAN’S CAR – 9:36 AM

Sim is sitting in the passenger seat looking out the passenger side window.

                              SIM

                        (Looking at Susan in mid-sentence.)

Are you going to tell me why I have to be dressed up in order to help you study so you don’t fail next week?

                              SUSAN

(Honking the horn and yelling at a slow driver passing them.)

                  Here in the states green means go!  You Idiot!

Susan goes around the slow driver then looks at Sim and speaks calmly.

                              SUSAN

I just need to make one stop and I want you with me so I am not there by myself.  It looks bad.

She looks at the road, then back at Sim and smiles.  She then looks down at the car clock which is displaying 9:36.

SUSAN

Damnit!  We’re LATE!

Susan pulls into a packed parking lot and finds a spot along the back wall.  She quickly pulls into it.  Susan hurriedly shuts off the engine and pulls the keys out of the ignition and quickly opens her door.  She rushes out of the car, dropping things out of the car door and scrambles to pick them up.  As she puts the debris back into the car she bends down to look at Sim because he is moving slowly and not yet out of the car…

SUSAN

(In an annoyed tone.)

Come on Sim, we are late!

As Susan locks the doors, Sim rounds the back of the car.  She grabs his arm and forcibly makes him trot along with her toward the building.  As they round the side of the building heading for the front doors, from the parking lot Sim notices the sign he saw the other day on the banner board of the convention center.

“International Genetic Science Association Conference – Honoring Cynthia Beckman”.

SIM

You have GOT to be kidding me Susan…

INT.  INSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER – 9:40 AM

Susan tugs Sim inside the front doors and into the empty foyer of the convention center and the two of them walk through the doors and look around the empty foyer to figure out where to go.

SUSAN

Come on!  She’s an alumnus…

At the entrance to one of the theater doors, Susan hands an usher her pass and he opens the door for the two of them.

As they enter the theater, they are shown quietly going down the isle as Susan is looking down rows for the best seats still available.

Talking from the podium can be heard but is not understandable.  As they finally find seats and inch down a row of annoyed people, they reach two open seats and sit down as the MC announces…

MC

I give you, Miss Cynthia Beckman…

The crowd erupts in polite and professional applause as slowly they begin to stand while they clap.

Susan stands up and tugs Sim’s shirt so he will join her and the rest of the crowd.  Susan continues clapping, focused on the stage as Sim is shown be polite, but paying no attention and onviously not happy to be there..

SUSAN

She is brilliant… She’s my research scientist chief…  She’s a leader in my field of study…

As the audience begins to be seated, Dr. Beckman is shown standing at the podium smiling and thanking the crowd.

Sim tries to peer around the crowd to get a glimpse of Dr. Beckman at the podium as Susan leans over to whisper to Sim.

SUSAN

And…

Sim gets a view through the crowd to see the Dr. and interrupts Susan.

                              SIM

                        (Interrupting her.)

And beautiful!

Susan elbows SIM in the ribs as they focus their attention back to the podium, while the crowd stops clapping and silence fills the room in anticipation of Cynthia speaking.

Cynthia finishes thanking the crowd as the applause cease and begins her presentation, using a ton of scientific genetic terms about her research and DNA, pointing up at an overhead display.

CYNTHIA

In short…  We now believe that we are seeing significant differences of DNA structures in some race populations around the world.

Sim and Susan are seen watching intently as Cynthia walks back to the display screen to point.

                              CYNTHIA

(Pointing to the DNA strand image on the screen.)

There seems to be some kind of modification to the bottom of the helix in this area here.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Walking back to the podium.)

We hope to know more later this year and will be able to announce definitive findings at that time.

As she continues with her presentation to the crowd and her audible voice fades to the background, two Military Officers are shown in the audience that look at each other then focus back to Dr. Beckman still talking.

As she wraps up her comments and thanks the audience they begin to applaud and stand to honor her once again.

FADE OUT

INT.  OUTSIDE THE THEATER IN THE FOYER OF THE CONVENTION CENTER – 10:30 AM

Cynthia is holding a press conference and answering questions about her discoveries.  The two military officers are shown standing and watching from the back of the crowd of on-lookers.

Susan and Sim are shown making their way out of the theater, through the crowd and toward where Cynthia is.  Sim looks over at Susan.

SIM

                        (Speaking sarcastically.)

Man!  That was exciting Susan…  I can’t imagine spending 4 more years with that kind of stuff like you are going to have to.

Susan looks back at Sim as they continue to walk.

                              SUSAN

                        (Responding sarcastically)

Thanks for being a good friend and supporting me Sim.

They turn to their left and make their way to the doors and exit the convention center.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER AT SUSAN’S CAR – 10:30 AM

Sim and Susan are shown in the parking lot just as they are reaching the car, while Susan begins to unlock her door.

SIM

So what now what?  Watching paint dry in the campus cafeteria?

Susan opens her door and gets in then reaches across to unlock the passenger door for Sim.  Sim opens the door to get in as she looks up at him from inside.

SUSAN

                        (With a big grin on her face.)

No…  Now you make me smart by next week so I don’t flunk my finals!

Susan starts the car as Sim gets in the car, shaking his head and putting on his seatbelt.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING – AFTERNOON

Inside of Cynthia’s office reception area the receptionist (Jenny) is shown sitting near the door at her desk next to the two large glass entry doors taking calls and working.

A very tired Cynthia can be seen through the glass doors as she steps out of the elevator just outside the doors in the hallway as the doors of the elevator open and she walks quickly to open the glass door to her office.  She blows through the big glass doors and grabs her messages off the desk as she zips past her receptionist.

JENNY

I heard it went good…

Cynthia continues walking through the reception area toward the door that leads to the lab as she responds.

CYNTHIA

Cavemen and Scientists Jenny…  Cavemen and scientists…

Jenny swivels her chair to follow Cynthia, smiling at her comment.  She stops abruptly as she remembers something urgent just when Cynthia reaches the lab door at the back of the reception area.

JENNY

By the way!

Cynthia stops and turns back to Jenny to listen.

                              JENNY

Suits in your office…

Cynthia leans on the lab door as she rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, then quickly turns back to the door and pushes through.

CYNTHIA

Great…

As Cynthia goes through the lab door her entire staff is assembled facing the lab door she is coming through.  There are balloons and a big sign saying “Congratulations!” with and cake, punch and streamers.  As she walks through the door, they all yell loudly and clap.

STAFF

Surprise!!!

Cynthia sighs, looking very surprised, yet trying to be gracious.  As they continue clapping, she smiles really big as they all surround her to shake her hand and tell her what a great job she did, etc.

As she politely but abruptly makes her way through the crowd, shaking hands and thanking everyone, she reaches the door to her office.  The large crowd of her staff moves with her toward her office.

She reaches her office door, stops and turns back to them as they are shown continuing to clap and offer praises as she tries to get them to stop politely.

CYNTHIA

Thank you…

CYNTHIA

(She holds up her hand to get them to stop and talks more sternly.)

THANK YOU…

The staff quiets and tightly gathers closely around her as if they are waiting for her to make a speech or something.

CYNTHIA

It is all of us that made this possible.

The staff is shown looking proud and confident as she continues.

CYNTHIA

I appreciate all of the hours and hard work that each of you put in that contributed to the discoveries we have made and the many more we will make together in the future.

Now…  It’s Saturday…  Everyone take the day off!

The staff begins to cheer and immediately disperse in order to begin gathering their things and shut down computers as Cynthia quickly turns and slips into her office door.

INT.  INSIDE OF CYNTHIA’S PRIVATE OFFICE – AFTERNOON

Cynthia is shown closing the door to her private office facing the door as she shuts the door behind her using her back and leans on the door as it closes as she looks to her right.

The two military officers from the conference are shown sitting on her office couch, when they suddenly stand up.

Cynthia looks at them, then walks to her desk with a bit of an attitude and sets her messages and brief case down on top of her desk and circles around to behind her desk as she starts to speak.

CYNTHIA

When she said there were suits in my office, she did not say they had neat little shinny buttons and pins on them…

She reaches her chair and sits down.

CYNTHIA

What can I do for you gentleman?

Officer Leopold walks toward the front of her desk with his hand out to shake hers across her desk.

LEOPOLD

I am Brigadier General Leopold and this is Lieutenant Spector.

Spector follows Leopold as they arrive in front of her desk.

SPECTOR

                        (Nodding a polite hello with a southern accent.)

Ma’am…

Cynthia just looks at the two of them with her arms folded, showing no intention of shaking their hands.

                              LEOPOLD

We are from the pentagon Dr. Beckman, and we are here to ask you for your help.

Leopold points to the guest chairs in front of her desk.

LEOPOLD

May we?

Cynthia gestures to the two quest chairs in front of her desk as if to say you won’t leave so you might as well have a seat.

The officers sit down in front of her as Cynthia starts speaking.

CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sternly.)

Gentleman, when I started this gig it was not to come up with a way to kill more and more people, ever so efficiently.  I do what I do in order to HELP mankind, not make war more effective and easy for the likes of you.  But of course that is something you two would probably not understand.

LEOPOLD

Listen Dr. Beckman, we are not here for weapons development matters…  We are here for something completely different.

CYNTHIA

                        (Raising her eyebrow and speaking sarcastically.)

And just what might that be?

Leopold looks at Spector and nods a go ahead.  Officer Spector stands up and sets a black briefcase on Cynthia’s desk and slowly opens it.

Cynthia looks at the two officers.

Officer Spector then pulls out a file folder that is stamped with “Classified” across the cover and tosses it on her desk in front of her as she looks down at the file.

Spector closes the briefcase and sits back down.

Cynthia looks back up at the officers and slowly grabs the file folder without taking her eyes off of them.  She slowly opens the folder flat on her desk then looks down.

On top of the papers in the opened folder is a newspaper article from the Roswell incident.  She flips to the next page to see a black and white picture of what appears to be a crashed flying saucer.  She shuts the folder abruptly.

CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking angrily.)

Is this some kind of sick joke?

                              SPECTOR

There is no joke ma’am.

                              LEOPOLD

Your country needs you ma’am…  In fact, the entire world needs you.

Leopold pauses momentarily, and then continues.

                              LEOPOLD

We were instructed to leave the file with you…

Cynthia looks back down at the file, then back up to Leopold in awe.

LEOPOLD

Everything you need to know is all in there.

The officers begin to stand up and proceed to the door to leave.

                              CYNTHIA

So, everything I need to know about what is in here?  You expect me to read about little green Martians and you just leave?

What next?  Scotty beams me up and Spoc and Jim buy me drinks?

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Shaking her head in disgust.)

This is nuts!

LEOPOLD

Read the material ma’am.

Officer Spector opens as Leopold turns back to Cynthia.

                              LEOPOLD

You are not authorized to speak with anyone about this or show any of that classified information to anyone.

We will be in touch…

Cynthia stands up as they walk out her office door.

CYNTHIA

Wait!!!!  You can’t just…  Wait a second…  What am I supposed to do with this crazy information?

The officers close the door behind them.

Cynthia is shown sitting there dumbfounded and all alone as she opens the file and begins to thumb through the first two pages again.  She closes the file with a slam and looks around the room, then reopens it and lifts it off her desk and sits back down in her chair.  Pulling the file to her lap, she begins to quickly shuffle through several of the pages.

Looking over her shoulder down at the file, she is shown coming across what looks to be the inside of a space craft.  She lifts the photo from the file to get a closer look, then sets it back down again.  Just as she is about to pick up the next document, she grabs the previous one again and holds it up frantically.

She swivels her chair toward the window behind her and holds it up to the light as she stands up as she zooms in to a spot inside the craft.  What appears to be a DNA strand seems to be depicted on the inside wall of the craft, which shows something like a hook at the bottom.

She plops back down in her chair and swivels around to face her desk again with a blank look on her face.  She scoots into her desk and puts her head in her hands.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – SATURDAY AFTERNOON

From Sim’s mother’s front porch looking out toward the front yard, Sim is shown driving into the shot as he drives right onto the front yard (there is no actual driveway) and stops.  As the engine shuts off he opens the door and gets out.  He closes the door and looks up to the front porch.

SIM

Hey munchkin.

Sim’s little brother is shown sitting on a porch swing hanging from the roof of the porch.

BROTHER 2

Mom is not here.

SIM

(Leaning back on the fender of his car and looking up at his little brother on the porch.)

Where is she?

BROTHER 2

                        (shruging his shoulders.)

Doesn’t matter.

SIM

                        (looking down to the ground laughing then back up to the porch.)

Why doesn’t it matter?

Sim’s youngest brother walks out of the front screen door talking.

BROTHER 1

When she left she said she was gonna kill you.

Sim looks up at his brothers with a grin, then back to brother 1 as he finishes.

BROTHER 1

Cause you weren’t here fixing the fence.

Sim flinches as if he was gonna chase the boys.  They scream and run across the porch and open the screen door and dash inside to get away.

Sim is shown smiling as he walks to the back of his car and opens the trunk and starts grabbing junk from out of his trunk and tossing it into a pile near the house.  The junk starts to pile up as the camera pans to the pile that looks as if it had been in his trunk for his entire college career.

Sim walks around the right side of the car toward a tattered shed in the front yard, ahead of where he parked on the lawn.  He throws the door of the shed open and gathers a shovel, gloves and other items and carries the tools and supplies to his trunk and dumps them in the trunk, then Sim closes it and the shot fades to black inside the trunk.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – AFTERNOON

In a field bordered by a forest far from Sim’s mother’s house where a run down part of a fence is shown as Sim’s car drives into the shot and stops near the fence.

The fence is shown very worn and in significant disrepair as Sim gets out of his car looking tired and filthy as he had obviously been working for sometime on other parts of the property.  He opens the trunk and begins to unload the tools and lay them near the fence as the mid-day sun beats down on him with tremendous heat.  He looks up into the sky squinting and wipes sweat from his forehead.

Sim grabs a shovel and begins to dig out a damaged fence post.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim is shown hammering a fence crossbeam into place on a different part of the run down fence.  Once it is fit and fastened into place, he grabs the shovel and walks to the very next fence post where he begins pulling another rotted and broken fence post out of the ground.

Tugging hard on the rotted post, he falls on his butt with a loud grunt.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim is shown pulling up to yet another damaged portion of the fence.  He is shown stopping and getting out of his car very slowly and shuffling to the back of the car and opening the trunk.  He begins removing the tools from his trunk again and carries the shovel over to another part of the dilapidated fence and slowly starts digging.

Sim looks down where another post should be, but it is completely gone where he is about to start digging and has rotted at the base and needs to be completely dug out.  With a deep sigh he begins to dig around where the post should be in order to dig it out and replace it.

Sim still digging this terribly difficult post out, it appears he has been at it for a while.  His body and clothes are showing the results of the heat and hard work.

Showing a close up of the ground where he is digging, Sim places the shovel to the hole again, preparing to pounce on it and slam it into the ground.  He jumps onto the shovel base to pound it into the hard ground as an odd heavy metallic thud is heard as if he hit something hard with the tip of his shovel in the hole.

Not thinking anything of the thud, Sim rears the shovel up again and lunges it forcefully down into the hole once more, using only his arms, when a much louder and thunderous thud billows out of the hole.

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP DEEP IN SPACE – LATE AFTERNOON

A close up side view of the Tretaab leader in the mother ship as his head snaps to face the camera quickly, as if he somehow heard or felt the thud from Sim’s digging in the hole back on Earth.

T LEADER

                        (Pausing for a moment and looking around.)

The Oracle was just discovered…

Looking toward the Tretaab Warriors also in the mother ship.

T LEADER

I sensed it…

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – EARLY EVENING

Back to showing Sim working on the hole, just after he slammed the shovel into the ground, he drops the shovel out of his hand from the force of the contact with the object in the hole.  Reeling from the force of the shovel flying out of his hands, Sim slowly kneels down next to the hole and begins digging with his hands and pulling dirt out.

He stops abruptly and stares down into the hole, where from over his shoulder down into the hole part of the Oracle object is shown.  Sim begins to dust dirt off the object with his hands, slowly revealing the top of the rectangular rock-like box.  As he continues to dig around the edges with his hands he is finally able to partially pry the Oracle free.

Still kneeling next to the hole, Sim tugs so hard to get the object completely free from the hole that it flies out of the hole, out of his hands and lands on the ground near his car in a cloud of dust.

Sim gets up and walks toward the Oracle lying on the ground, dust still billowing up around it and obscuring the view.  As he reaches the Oracle, he kneels down next to it and leans over to blow remaining dirt off the outside and rubs it with his hand to reveal ancient markings, somewhat familiar tribal symbols and the Mayan calendar.

Sim slowly moves the oracle around on the ground looking at it in amazement, and then looks up and all around his surroundings to make sure nobody saw what he found.  Continuing to dust it off and wipe dirt from the edges, Sim stands up and carries the computer to his car and sets it on the hood.

He quickly moves to the driver’s side door and opens it.  He moves the front seat forward and reaches into the back seat and grabs his large, heavy backpack.  Sim stands up and unzips the main compartment, then leans back inside the car toward the back seat where he begins dumping all of his books and other items contained inside the backpack onto the back seat of the car.

He quickly runs to the front fender and leans over the hood as he lays his bag down and opens it as wide as he can.  He grabs the Oracle off the hood of the car and carefully places it inside the backpack, then hurries with the backpack and his new found treasure, to the driver’s side door, and leans inside to put it on the front passenger seat.

As he slowly backs out of the car and stands he shuts the car door and turns around to lean back on the door and wipes sweat from his forehead with his forearm.  He then looks around with a puzzled look on his face and peers back inside the car at the backpack, amazed at what just happened, what he found and put inside of it.

Sim turns around and walks back to the hole and grabs his shovel to get back to work, stopping after a few seconds to look at his car again pondering as the sun is starting to set.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS LIVING ROOM – DUSK

Sim’s mother is sitting on the couch watching TV.  She looks toward the front door as a car can be heard pulling up in the front yard as car lights penetrate into the room from outside.  The car door slams.  She gets up from the couch and walks to the screen door to look outside where Sim is shown opening his trunk and starts to quickly remove the tools.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – DUSK

Sim’s mother comes out the screen door.

MOTHER

Sim…  Did you finish the fence sweetie?

Sim is shown continuing to hustle to get the remaining supplies and tools out of his car and put away in the shed.

SIM

Yes mom, it’s fixed.

MOTHER

Thank you honey…  Are you coming for dinner tonight?  I am making meatloaf.

Sim closes the shed doors and grumbles to himself quietly.

SIM

Not if I want to live…

Sim turns and looks up at his mother while he walks toward the junk he removed from his trunk earlier and begins shoveling it back into his trunk.

SIM

No mom, I can’t.

Putting the last of his junk back in his trunk, he slams it shut.

SIM

I have stuff to do tonight.

Sim’s mother comes down the steps from the porch and approaches him as he tries to get to the car door before she reaches him.

She softly grabs his face in her hands.

MOTHER

Sim…  I love you sweetie…  You are descended from great men.  You will do great things in this world.

SIM

MOM!

He pushes away with a grin and turns to jump in the car.  He starts the car, turns on the lights and quickly backs out of the yard to leave.  As he begins to drive off he waves.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Holding a large towel, Sim walks from the kitchen to the den, his computer room.  He spreads the towel out neatly on the table then grabs his backpack from off the floor and places it on the table.  He slowly unzips the backpack and pulls the heavy computer out and softly sets it on top of the backpack and sits down at the table in front of the Oracle.

Sim begins wiping the still dusty and dirty Oracle with part of the towel.  He slowly leans down over the Oracle and swiftly blows most of the remaining dirt off the top of the object when all of the sudden the top center of the Oracle lights up and flips open.

SIM

What the?

A soft blue light starts shinning from out of the hole left when the top of the Oracle flipped open.  Slowly rising and spinning out of the hole appears a DNA strand hologram, slowly spinning as it rises from the Oracle until it is entirely visible.  After rising out of the hole in the Oracle and continuing to slowly spin, it then rises a bit more to reveal something at the very bottom of the otherwise normal looking DNA strand, a large hook.

Sim stares in amazement at the hologram, still slowly spinning around.  After a few seconds the blue hologram slowly fades away and the Oracle closes as it is heard winding down and shuts off.  Sim starts rubbing and cleaning it again desperately as he tries to get the Oracle to start up again, without success.

Sim gets up and walks to the wall to turn on the main room light.  Coming back to the table he continues cleaning it, blowing off additional dust and dirt, revealing the symbols on the outside of the computer.  He notices the Mayan calendar, and points out to himself a few of his tribe’s symbols as well.

Sim jumps up and makes his way to his desk and sits down at his computer.  Over his shoulder he is shown logging onto Google and begins typing in a search for Mayan calendar.  Grabbing a pad of paper he begins making notes from the web pages he finds, as he speaks quietly to himself.

                              SIM

The Mayan culture had many sophisticated and advanced capabilities.  Their ability to track the stars and seasons was exceptional.

Looking back over his shoulder behind him, he peers at the Oracle sitting on his table, then back to the computer.  His mouse moves to hover on a link on the page and he clicks on it.  The link takes him to a site with UFO pictures on it that have similar DNA markings and crazy headings and information about aliens.  Closing that window and clicking on another link he comes to a site with a large picture of a Mayan calendar as it fills his screen and he starts reading the text aloud.

SIM

The most intricate item found throughout the Mayan culture was that of their calendar, which oddly ends in the year 2012

Sim pauses, staring at his computer screen in disbelief.

SIM

Without explanation…

Sim swivels his chair around to face the table behind him, as he reaches to slide the Oracle toward him.  He begins to look much more closely at the markings and symbols on the sides of the Oracle, slowly spinning it around.

Remembering his great grandfather’s notebook, he gets up and rummages through a stack of books and items piled on his desk. Finding it, he sits back down in his chair and begins to thumb through it.  Flipping through pages with writing and drawings he comes across many of his tribes symbols and markings, which he compares to the markings on the Oracle.  Many of them are very similar or even exactly matching the Oracles symbols.

Sim grabs his notepad and makes additional notes, the slowly swivels back around to the computer screen, where the Mayan calendar is still shown, as he looks next to the computer screen on the top of his desk where he sees a flyer handout he received at the conference the other day where Dr Beckman had been speaking.

Sim slowly picks up the flyer and raises it to his face, bringing it into full view.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – SUNDAY MORNING

Sim’s apartment door opens as he comes running out of the apartment with his backpack over one shoulder and the Dr. Beckman flyer in one hand.  Struggling to to get his keys and lock the front door, he puts the flyer in his mouth and using his now free hand, gets the door locked.  He turns around from the front door, grabs the flyer from his mouth and runs to his car with the incredible weight.

Arriving at the car door and fumbling to unlock it, he opens the door and slowly struggles to gently place the backpack on the passenger seat.  He gets in the car and gently tosses the flyer on the backpack as he shuts the door and starts the engine.

As he quickly backs out of his space, he looks out of the driver side window at Rufus’ bike in the bike rack, then putting the car into drive and speeding through the apartment complex parking lot, not slowing down for any of the speed bumps.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE PARKING LOT – MORNING

Sim is shown flying into the parking lot of Cynthia Beckman’s office and lab.  He quickly pulls into an open spot and abruptly comes to a stop, and shuts off the engine.  Reaching for his backpack, he brushes the flyer from off the top of it and out of the way, then lifts the heavy backpack to his lap and gets out of the car.

Walking swiftly to the front doors of the building, he rushes up to them and enters the building.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE BUILDING FOYER – MORNING

Sim bursts through the doors and stops to get his bearings in the mostly empty foyer of the office building.  Seeing the elevators, he boldly marches toward them, running into someone in his attempt to catch one about to close its doors.

Entering the elevator, he reaches over and presses the fourteenth floor button as the doors shut.

FADE OUT

INT.  OUTSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE DOORS, 14TH FLOOR – MORNING

Just outside Cynthia’s office, the elevator doors are shown opening as Sim steps off the elevator and scans the hall looking for her office.  He notices the glass doors that are right in front of him are what he is looking for and sheepishly moves toward the doors.

INT.  OUTSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE DOORS, 14TH FLOOR – MORNING

From just inside the glass office doors, Sim is shown approaching the doors as he tries to peer inside the office reception area to see if anyone was inside, since it was not lighted like a normal business day.

Not seeing anyone inside, Sim begins to knock on them softly.  Continuing to knock, he looks through the big doors for any sign of someone being inside.

SIM

Hello!…  Dr. Beckman?  Hello…

Discouraged, Sim stops knocking and leans his forehead on one of the glass doors, which is unlocked and opens slightly from the weight of his forehead pressing against it.

SIM

                        (Sheepishly walks in the door, calling…)

Hello?  Is anybody here?

Entering the dimly lit reception area, Sim looks around calling and slowly walking all the way to the back near the lab door.

                              SIM

                        (Looking around as he walks.)

                  Hello?

As he notices the lab door at the back of the reception area, he walks toward it and peers through the small window in the door.

From Sim’s view through the small glass window, Cynthia is seen walking from the middle of the lab and then entering her private office.

Sim slowly opens the lab door and hurries across the lab toward Cynthia’s private office.

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S PRIVATE OFFICE – MORNING

Sim sails through the doorway of her office panting hard…

SIM

Dr. Beckman?

Cynthia, standing next to her desk looking at a document, jumps slightly as she is completely startled and scared to death.

CYNTHIA

                        (Breathing heavily with fear.)

You shouldn’t be here!  Who are you?  What do want?

Sim walks toward her slowly.

SIM

I…  I’m sorry…  The front doors were open…  I need your help…

Cynthia moves behind her desk in fear.

CYNTHIA

Who doesn’t?

Sim arrives at the front of her desk.

SIM

Listen, I found something and… and I need your help…

Cynthia grabs her phone.

CYNTHIA

You need to leave right now or I am going to call security.

SIM

But, listen to me.  There is something…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Sim as she holds up her hand to stop him.)

Ok, we will do it your way.

Cynthia reaches down to the phone and dials security, then turns to face away from Sim toward the window behind her desk.

Sim hurriedly swings his backpack off his shoulder and drops it on her desk as he races to unzip it.  He gets the computer out and places it on her desk…

Cynthia turns around slowly to see what he was doing, showing fear on her face.

CYNTHIA

Yes, security?

SIM

                        (In a stern voice.)

Dr. Beckman!

CYNTHIA

Yes, this is Cynthia Beckman.

SIM

                        (Speaking louder.)

Doctor!

CYNTHIA

                        (Looking at Sim in the eye angrily.)

I am on the 14th floor.

Cynthia sits down at her desk still looking at Sim.

SIM

                        (Grabbing her hand and softly but firmly speaks.)

Cynthia…

Cynthia finally takes a look at the Oracle which Sim has placed directly in front of her on top of her desk.  She quietly pans the ancient symbols and Mayan calendar covering it, as the top portion flips up a soft blue begins to glow at the very top as it did in Sim’s apartment before the DNA strand appeared.

The light gets very intense, then slowly softens and disappears as the Oracle is heard winding down and closes back up.

As Cynthia’s mouth drops and she is amazed, the security guard can be heard through the phone, which is now in her hand by her side

SECURITY GUARD

Dr. Beckman?  (pause)  Is everything ok?  (pause) …

Sim looks at her with a look of appeal that she listens to him.

Cynthia still gazing down at the Oracle, she slowly regains her composure, looks up at Sim and slowly lifts the phone to her ear.

SECURITY GUARD

Dr. Beckman, should we…

As the phone reaches her ear she speaks softly and interrupts the security guard.

CYNTHIA

Umm…  Yes…  Yes, everything is ok.  I just wanted to make sure you were working today since I am here alone.

SECURITY GUARD

 Are you sure?  Should we send somebody up?

Sim with a relieved look on his face, points at the Oracle.

CYNTHIA

                        (Attempting to sound normal.)

No, no, no, everything is fine.  Thank you.

Cynthia slowly brings the phone all the way down and hangs it up, then inconspicuously grabs the file left by the Military Officers and slides it off her desk and into a drawer.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – EVENING

Inside Sim’s apartment Cynthia and Sim are sitting at the table with the remains of dinner on it.  The room is dimly lit with candles throughout the apartment in a romantic setting.  They are shown sipping wine as Cynthia looks at Sim…

CYNTHIA

So tell me again…  Where did you get this and for God’s sake what the hell is it?

Taking the last sip of the wine in his glass, Sim stands up and grabs the bottle on the table and pours Cynthia and him another glass.

SIM

I told you…  I was digging on the reservation, while I was trying to fix a fence post…  I hit something with my shovel and there it was…

CYNTHIA

Well it isn’t pretty that’s for sure…

                              SIM

                  Not everything always is pretty.

Sim looks at Cynthia with a grin.

                              SIM

Which brings up a point…  What is such a beautiful woman like you doing working on such boring science in a laboratory?

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sarcastically with a perturbed look on her face.)

Good point!   I suppose I really SHOULD be a dumb blonde and modeling swimsuits or lingerie for Victoria Secrets or something.  I couldn’t possibly be intelligent too.  Huh?

Cynthia looks at Sim with her eyebrow raised, making him very uncomfortable.  He quickly speaks in order to try and fix the situation.

                              SIM

                  No, no, that’s not what meant!

Cynthia smiles really big.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Got ya!

Cynthia winks at Sim as they both begin laughing.  Sim lowers his head in relief, showing his shy side as Cynthia continues.

                              CYNTHIA

Seriously though, I got tired of people looking at me and thinking of me as just a pretty face when I was younger and wanted to do something that proved I am something more than that. Ya know?

                              SIM

                  Well from where I sit, I think you have proved something.

Cynthia smiles and looks Sim in the eye.

                              CYNTHIA

                  And what is that, Sim?

                              SIM

That incredibly smart scientist’s can sometimes also turn out to be extremely sexy as well.

Cynthia looking slightly embarrassed, yet obviously enjoying the compliment, tries to get them off the subject of her.

                              CYNTHIA

Well, Mr. smooth talker.  What is your ambition in life?  Where are your roots?

                              SIM

Roots?  Well, I am a Native American actually.  I grew up on the Warm Springs Reservation.

                              CYNTHIA

I know where that is.  My girlfriends and I used to go up there and buy fireworks and alcohol when we were teenagers.

                              SIM

                  Oh…  She has a wild side too…

                              CYNTHIA

                  Quit it…  Go on…

                              SIM

Well, I don’t want to waste my life on the reservation.  I am finishing my PHD currently and want to develop some technologies that will blow the world away.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Reaching to put her hand on Sim’s, she looks puzzled.)

                  Wait a second…  A gentleman, smart and very cute?  How could this be Sim?

Cynthia smiles big and gives Sim another seductive wink as he grabs her hand and pulls her close and kisses her.  Kissing him back, she squeezes his hand as it gets more passionate.

Sim lifts his hand to the side of Cynthia’s neck as they kiss again and slowly back away from each other looking into one another’s eyes and still holding hands.

                              CYNTHIA

Ummmm…  Ok, well…  You originally asked me to come over here to take a look at some DNA or something this little Oracle of yours is displaying.  Or was this just a ploy to get me over here?

                  Now, what is this thing?

SIM

How should I know?  I thought you could tell me what it is…

                              CYNTHIA

                  Why would I be able to tell you what the heck it is?

SIM

Well, it has what seems to look like your DNA image.  The one that I saw on the big screen at your conference the other day.  It seems to appear and rise out of it somehow.

CYNTHIA

It is not MY DNA image.  I have not published the diagrams or literature about what we have found yet.  Nobody could know what it actually looks like.

SIM

Then who’s or what is it?

As Cynthia starts to speak, she stands up from the table, picking up her dish and placing her used silverware on the plate.  She looks over at the Oracle, which is now sitting on the table in Sim’s computer area.

CYNTHIA

Well, as a part of my research, I found extra genetic material at the bottom of some people’s DNA.  We are not exactly sure what it is or it’s meaning as of yet, but it is something brand new that no one else has discovered yet.

SIM

                        (Looking up at Cynthia standing at the table.)

Well someone did.

SIM

                        (Looking over at the Oracle.)

And from the looks of it, way before you did!

Cynthia starts to clear the table to make more room.  As Sim helps and carries a few dirty dishes to the kitchen with her.

CYNTHIA

So show me what you have found so far.

Sim puts his dishes in the sink and goes over to his den computer area and begins to gather all of the pages he printed from the Internet, his note pad and the Oracle.  He brings them back to the table as Cynthia returns to the table, moving a few remaining items out of the way and sits down.

Sim begins showing her the information he has gathered and the similarity to the images on the Oracle to his tribal markings and his great grandfather’s notebook.

The shots keep fading over the top of one another making it seem they went over everything for a long period of time.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – LATE NIGHT

SIM

This is the oddest part of what I found.  See this?

Sim points to the Mayan calendar depicted on the side of the Oracle.

SIM

Well, check this out.

Sim shuffles through his papers and photo’s to find the printed Mayan calendar picture and documentation he found on the Internet the night before.  He points to the article he printed with his finger, he reads.

SIM

Blah, blah, blah…  Oh here… Their most intricate item found throughout their culture was that of their calendar, which oddly ends in the year 2012, without explanation.  This is the symbol of the Mayan calendar…

CYNTHIA

So is that all you have?  Is that all this thing does is turn on and show the strand and have Mayan calendars and some of your tribal symbols around it?  How do you work it?

SIM

Yes…  I have no idea how it works or what it does.

As both of them are shown sitting at the table, Cynthia looks over at all of the computer equipment in his den.

CYNTHIA

Well, from the looks of it you are much more qualified to get it to work than I am going to be.

Sim slides the device in front of him and begins trying to find any buttons or levers that would make it start working again.

SIM

It would be nice if there was a manual or something…

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Sliding closer to sit right next to Sim.)

                  Here, let me see…

SIM

Oh, wait.  I remember something.  Every time I tried to clean it or dust it off…

Sim grabs a napkin and begins wiping it and cleaning it.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Great, now it’s Aladdin’s lamp?

Sim blows some dust off the Oracle he worked up while rubbing it when suddenly it is heard winding up as it had several times before.  The top of the Oracle slowly flips up and the familiar soft blue light begins to appear through the hole.  After a moment the DNA strand slowly appears and rises until it is suspended above the device in the open slot.

                              SIM

                        (Pointing at the DNA strand hologram.)

                  See!  That is what I was trying to tell you.

Cynthia looks at the now hovering DNA hologram that is slowly spinning around above the Oracle.

Sim reaches out his hand to touch the hologram when Cynthia grabs his hand before he could touch it.  He softly pulls her hand away with his left hand and slides it away as he continues to reach to the Oracle’s hologram.  As soon as his hand submerges into the blue semi-transparent light of the DNA hologram, the device opens all the way up to uncover the main computer screen.

The hologram divides into two separate and complete strands.  The first strand clearly has the hook at the bottom and the new one next to it seems to transform as it begins to analyze Sim’s DNA.  The second DNA strand continues to transition through stages until it finally stops.

The two strands are shown hovering above the Oracle.  The original strand as it had always been, with the hook at the bottom curving to the right, and the new, second strand that is now identical except the curve is going to the left.

The shot focuses on Sim’s strand and how it is different from the other, depicting that THIS is the code the Tretaab’s seek.

Cynthia points to the second strand.

CYNTHIA

Sim…  I think this one is your DNA.  The bottom is different than the other…  Look…

She points to the bottom hooks.

CYNTHIA

This strand seems to be somehow the opposing result.  Or maybe it is canceling the other strand out.

Just as Cynthia finishes, the two strands suspended over the Oracle seem to combine together and disappear into the device.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What happened to it?

                              SIM

                  I don’t know…

Just then, a larger hologram flat screen rises slowly out of the Oracle.  The image of an ancient man appears in the screen as he begins to speak.

                              SILIDEON

Descendant of Simeon, my name is Silideon.  I am the council leader of Atlantis.  If you are in possession of this Oracle and now viewing my message, the time has come.  By analysis of this Oracle you are a direct descendent of Simeon, the one we sent to warn you of the coming end.

The screen starts flashing through images of Atlantis, the Tretaab’s, their feasting, etc.  In between flashes of the story, the Mayan calendar keeps appearing.

                              SILIDEON

The Tretaab warriors have enslaved the people of Atlantis and made modifications to our genetic make-up, which they use to feed themselves. They feast on our young and keep us in bondage.  We discovered that they intend to destroy this planet in your year 2012, once they can longer maintain the genetic modifications that feed their souls.

The screen flashes again to depict Silideon speaking.

                              SILIDEON

We also discovered the genetic code they need to plant a new civilization somewhere else in the galaxy.  We sent Simeon to you in order to keep that information safe.

The screen flashes to show Simeon landing in a sphere and being found by Sim’s tribe

                              SILIDEON

We also created the calendar sphere and disbursed it to various parts of the land as a warning of the coming date.

The Mayan calendar flashes on the screen, followed by an eagle feather in the hand of Simeon as he twists it.

The Oracle begins to flicker as if it is having technical problems and begins to make the wind down noise as it begins to fold back up, shut down and close.

Sim is shown looking pale and amazed as he turns to the wall in the living room where the eagle feather his mother had given him is now hanging on the wall.

CYNTHIA

What is it Sim?

She looks at Sim as he appears to be spacing at the wall, then turns to see what he is looking at, then looks back to Sim.

SIM

Cynthia, what does this all mean?  Who are those creatures and what is going to happen in 2012?

Cynthia takes a deep breath and stands up.

CYNTHIA

Sim, there is something I need to show you.

Cynthia walks over to her satchel sitting on the floor by the door.  She reaches down and pulls out the file given to her by the Military Officers and walks back over to sit down and places the file folder on the table in front of her and looks at Sim.

She slides the file across the table in front of Sim as she speaks.

CYNTHIA

Here Sim, look at this.

                              SIM

                        (Looking at her and slowly opening the file folder.)

                  What’s this?

As he looks down at the folder and opens it, he begins to thumb through the documents.

                              CYNTHIA

From what I can tell based on this file and what we just saw, some of us on earth are descended from aliens.  I believe that what I have found in my research is the genetic modifications they inserted into those peoples DNA in order for the aliens to survive.

SIM

Where did you get this Cynthia?

CYNTHIA

I was visited by two Pentagon military officers yesterday, asking for my help and leaving this with me.

SIM

What help?  What do they want?

CYNTHIA

I don’t know at this point…  They said they were not authorized to discuss anything with me, but just leave the file with me and said I was to review it.  All I know is my discovery and your discovery seems to have happened at an important time.

SIM

You mean before 2012?

CYNTHIA

I mean in time for us to make a connection and figure out the DNA modification significance, and yes, before 2012.

They both get quiet as the look down at the Oracle for a moment.

SIM

These aliens are coming and they are going to destroy our planet Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

Come on Sim…  We don’t really know that.  At this point we have some connections that seem to explain some genetic links is all.

SIM

                        (Looking at Cynthia seriously.)

Cynthia…  They are coming…

Cynthia snuggles up to Sim as he puts his arm around her

SIM

Come on…  Let’s get this stuff put away and get some sleep.  This has been enough for one night.

Sim and Cynthia move toward the kitchen, clearing the table and putting the rest of dinner dishes in the sink.

Cynthia grabs her glass of wine from the counter and drinks the last swig, then sets the glass back down and looks at Sim.

CYNTHIA

What are we going to do Sim?

Sim looks at Cynthia and pulls her close to him as they embrace.

FADE OUT

EXT. SIM’S APARTMENT PARKING LOT – VERY LATE NIGHT

The two military officers that visited Cynthia in her office are shown sitting in their car watching Sim’s apartment.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP DEEP IN SPACE –

T LEADER

The Oracle containing the codes and warnings to the people of earth has been found…  I sense it…

Turning in his chair and facing the warriors gathered around his throne.

T LEADER

Commander Gog?

GOG

                        (Standing at attention.)

Sir?

T LEADER

Go to Earth and find the Oracle before they figure out what is contained in them…  We are almost out of time.  If they figure out the codes before we do, we are doomed!

The large crowd of Tretaab’s assembled in the mother ship is shown listening intently to the Tretaab leader.

T LEADER

                        (In a loud stern voice.)

Tretaab’s…

The Tretaab leader stands up and begins pacing back and forth on the riser his chair sits on as he begins to address the warriors.

T LEADER

We are all linked…  We all live and gain nourishment when just one of us feasts on the right hook of the enslaved people.

But do not forget…  We all live when any one of us are nourished by the genetic modifications we have implanted in the humans.  In the same way, we all die as one…  If we are not nourished and the humans uncover the codes and find a way to use them against one of us…

A close up of the angry and nervous Tretaab leader.

T LEADER

We will all die!

The Tretaab leader stops pacing and pauses for a moment and looks down at Gog.

T LEADER

Gog…  DO NOT fail me this time…  Do not fail US!

Gog nods in agreement to the Tretaab leader and walks quickly to a section of the mother ship where he can be transported to his fighter ships as the rest of the warriors follow to do the same.

INT.  INSIDE GOG’S FIGHTER SHIP –

Gog suddenly appears inside his fighter ship as he has been transported from the mother ship.  Gog presses buttons on his chair and looks at warriors seated at various stations in the fighter.

                              GOG

                  Set the coordinates and prepare to synch with the rest of the Tretaab ships.

Several other warrior fighter ships are shown with their pilots being transported inside and preparing to travel to earth.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE PROFESSORS OFFICE – MONDAY MORNING

Sim is shown second in line as just a few people are turning their final papers to the professor at the last minute.  As the person before him finishes and turns to leave the professor notices it is Sim.

PROFESSOR BELL

                        (Looking up at him with a disapproving look.)

Not a moment too soon, huh?  You need to learn waiting until the last minute on everything will catch up with you Sim.

SIM

I know…  I have just had a lot going on Professor.

PROFESSOR BELL

                        (Still ooking up at him from behind his desk.)

Saving the world with technology Sim?

SIM

                        (Nodding his head and looking very exhausted.)

If you only knew Sir…  If you only knew.

The professor reaches out and grabs Sim’s arm softly.

PROFESSOR BELL

You know Sim.  From what I have seen with your technical skills and this thesis, you are a very talented young man.

The professor looks down and pauses as he lets go of Sim’s arm and shakes his head as he begins to speak again.

PROFESSOR BELL

But you have a lot to learn about technology…  I know you are committed to doing great things with it, but we can’t save the world Sim… We can only TRY to make it a better place.  An improvement over the way things are now.

SIM

                        (Speaking boldly as he looks directly at the professor.)

Sir, sometimes technology has to be taken to a different level and looked at in different ways…  There is more to it than just circuits and lines of code.  Sometimes and somehow mankind has to step up and change things.

Sim pauses and looks to the ground then as he starts to talk, he turns to walk away.

SIM

Sometimes it has to cross over into the human element that transcends just making things a little better Professor.

Professor Bell watches as Sim walks out of his office, then looks down at Sim’s thesis paper.  The close up of the professor holding the paper in his hands and focuses on the title…

“From Oracles to Codes”

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S RECEPTION AREA – MORNING

Through the double glass doors of the reception area Sim is seen coming out of the elevator and crossing the hall, then walking through the door of Cynthia’s reception area.

Jenny is shown sitting at her desk as Sim walks in and calmly walks past her desk and attempts to just walk to the lab door.  Jenny stands up.

JENNY

                        (Speaking sternly and turning to following Sim with her body.)

Excuse me…  EXCUSE ME!

Sim stops and turns around to face her as he is almost at the back of the reception area near the lab door.

JENNY

Can I help you?

SIM

oh, umm.  I am here to see Cynthia.

Jenny is shown with a smirk on her face.

JENNY

Dr. Beckman?

SIM

                        (With an embarrassed look on his face.)

Oh, yes…  Dr. Beckman I mean.

Jenny sits down as Sim walks toward her desk.

JENNY

And is she expecting you?

SIM

Not exactly…

Jenny hunts for a pen and paper in the mess on her desk.

JENNY

And your name?

SIM

Sim

Jenny looks up at him.

JENYY

Can you spell that?

SIM

It’s Sim…  S…  I…  M…

JENNY

Well Sim.  Dr. Beckman is very busy and she has asked me to hold all calls…

                              SIM

                  But…  She knows me.

                              JENNY

                        (Pointing to the waiting area chairs.)

                  Have a seat please.  I will see if she can see you.

Sim turns and looks at the chairs, then slowly walks toward the waiting area as Jenny gets back to her typing.

Before he sits down, he turns to see Jenny is not paying attention and darts toward the lab door.

JENNY

                        (Jumping up from her chair and yelling at Sim.)

HEY!

Sim races across the reception area and through the lab door.

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S LAB AREA – MORNING

Sim is shown bursting through the lab door as he races to Cynthia’s office with Jenny following behind him.  As Sim reaches Cynthia’s private office door, he grabs the handle and enters without knocking, Jenny right behind him.

Cynthia is shown sitting at her desk as she is startled at the two of them entering her office unannounced and without knocking.  She looks up to see the two of them standing side by side just inside her office door.

JENNY

                        (Breathing heavily.)

I’m sorry Dr.  He just barged through the front.

Jenny turns to exit Cynthia’s office as she continues.

JENNY

I will call security…

Cynthia holds up her hand.

                              CYNTHIA

No…  No Jenny it’s ok…

Jenny looks at Sim bitterly.

JENNY

Are you sure, I…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Jenny mid sentence.)

JENNY, it’s fine…  THANK YOU!

Jenny gives Sim another evil glare and begins to walk out of Cynthia’s office.

CYNTHIA

Close the door please Jenny…

Jenny closes the door behind her as she leaves the office.

Sim walks toward Cynthia’s desk as she gets up and rounds the side of her desk to meet Sim in the middle of the room with a hug.

CYNTHIA

Sim…

SIM

                        (Speaking urgently.)

We need to talk…

The office phone rings.  Cynthia moves to her desk and picks it up.

CYNTHIA

Jenny, please hold my calls.

Cynthia pauses as Jenny is heard talking on the other end of the phone, but not understandable.

CYNTHIA

Here?  Now?

Cynthia pauses.

CYNTHIA

Show them back…

Cynthia hangs up the phone and looks at Sim.

CYNTHIA

Sim sit down on the couch and do not say a word!

Sim slowly moves to the couch, as there is a knock on the door and Jenny walks in, escorting the military Officer’s, Leopold and Spector.  Jenny shuts the door and leaves the room.

CYNTHIA

                        (Nodding as they enter the room and stand in front of her.)

Gentleman…  What can I do for you?

LEOPOLD

We need to talk.

Spector turns to look at Sim sitting on the couch.

SPECTOR

In Private…

CYNTHIA

Boy, it’s always a pleasure to see the both of you too…

Listen…  This is my boyfriend and anything you need to say to me you can say in front of him.

Sim sits up straight as he looks at Cynthia and is amazed at what she said, yet a little flattered.

The shot cuts back to the officers.

SPECTOR

Dr., we are not authorized to…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Spector.)

Then we have nothing to discuss…

Leopold looks at Spector.

LEOPOLD

It’s ok…

Leopold looks back at Cynthia

LEOPOLD

May we sit down?

Cynthia motions to the guest chairs in front of her desk.

They sit down in the guest chairs as Leopold leans forward.

LEOPOLD

Ok, I am assuming that you have reviewed the information we gave you?

The shot cuts to Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

I did and I think all of this is just a bit crazy.

The shot cuts to a view of both of the officers sitting in front of Cynthia.

LEOPOLD

                        (Sounding frustrated and getting a bit impatient.)

Look Dr!  This is not a joke…

Leopold pauses and tries to regain his composure.

LEOPOLD

Let us be frank Dr…

Spector jumps into the conversation.

SPECTOR

Dr. we believe the same ET’s that are documented in the materials we gave you have returned many times and are going to return again in the near future.

Sim is shown listening from the couch.

LEOPOLD

We do not have technology to track them.

Leopold looks at Spector.

SPECTOR

Hell, not only can we track them, we believe if the have intent on harming the U.S. or any other country for that matter, we don’t think we have anything that could stand up to them.

Cynthia standing up and walking around from behind her desk.

Cynthia – Ok, wait gentleman…  Lets say I believed you and that the little green men are real and they did and have continued to come back again and again.  They have not hurt anyone…

The camera follows her as she makes her way behind the officers and over to Sim.

CYNTHIA

They do not seem to be threatening anything or anyone at this point.  I have not read about any problems with that sort of thing.  Has the news done any stories on threatening aliens?

The shot cuts to Leopold and Spector.

LEOPOLD

But Dr. we believe they have.

Leopold pauses and looks at Spector.

LEOPOLD

Abductions…  Missing persons…

SPECTOR

Sudden infant death syndrome.

LEOPOLD

The Bermuda Triangle…

SPECTOR

This may sound crazy to your Dr., however the military has always dismissed these subjects as a way to keep people from mass panic, but the fact is, we have been aware of these things for some time.

Spector pauses as Cynthia is shown looking down at her desk in a daze.

SPECTOR

The fact is Dr. Backman, that we believe they are going to return and destroy the Earth.

Sim stands up and walks over to stand next to Cynthia.

SPECTOR

We believe they will do it in the the next few years.  2012 to be exact!

CYNTHIA

                        (Getting argumentative.)

I don’t believe it…

Everyone in the room becomes silent for a few seconds.

SPECTOR

2012 Dr

Everyone is silent for a moment longer.

SIM

What are your plans?

The officers stand up and face Sim and Cynthia.

LEOPOLD

We have nothing that rivals their technologies…  Our scientists at Area 51…

Sim and Cynthia look at each other as he continues.

LEOPOLD

have backward engineered much of their technology, however we have nothing that can defeat them.

SPECTOR

(Looking at Cynthia.)

That’s why we’re here.  We believe the DNA strand anomalies you are finding are somehow connected to this and may be the key we need to unlock the codes.

SIM

Codes?

SPECTOR

The craft we recovered in Roswell had what seemed to be puzzles related to the Aliens genes and physiological make-up that may help us in some way.  You saw the pictures we included in the file Dr.

LEOPOLD

That’s why we need your help.

CYNTHIA

I told you before I did not get into this work to create weapons… I do what I do to help people.

The shot cuts to a wide view of all of them.

LEOPOLD

That’s what we are asking you to do Dr.

The shot cuts to a close-up of Spector

SPECTOR

2012 Ma’am…

Sim looks at Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

When and what do you need me to do?

The shot cuts to a wide view of all of them.

LEOPOLD

Ma’am, our people say you are the best in this field and the only one, outside of our dark project scientists, to identify the additional hook material hidden within the mutated DNA strands.

The shot cuts to a close-up of Spector

SPECTOR

We need you to figure out what to do with this information Dr.  How it relates to the E.T.’s and how can we use it to defeat them.

Cynthia looks at Sim.

FADE OUT

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE EARTH’S ATMOSHERE – AFTERNOON

Tretaab’s fighter orb crafts are shown breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere and flattening out into traditional saucer looking crafts as they move into the Earth’s atmosphere.  They are shown racing across the sky as they split up across the globe, heading for the USA.

INT.  INSIDE GOG’S FIGHTER SHIP –

Inside Gog’s craft he is shown sitting in the main fighter chair when he gets a communication call.

Gog’s fighter pilot is shown looking at controls and maneuvering the craft.

TRETAAB PILOT

                        (Looking over his shoulder back at Gog.)

Sir, we have a communication sir.

GOG

Hologram…

TRETAAB PILOT

                        (Pressing buttons on his control panel and sliding a lever.)

Coming up now sir…

Gog is shown sitting in his chair as the Tretaab Leader’s image appears in front of him in a hologram.

T LEADER

Gog, our scanners have detected some remnants of the Atlantean sphere on the surface.

GOG

Mapping coordinates?

T LEADER

Coming now…

Noise of the transmitted data is heard.

T LEADER

Gog, we can’t afford to be discrete any longer.  Do not wait until the moon rises.  The sphere contents must have been found and they must already know you will be coming.  There is no need to hide any longer.

GOG

                        (Pressing buttons on his chair.)

Understood

T LEADER

Gog…

GOG

Sir?

T LEADER

do not fail us!

FADE OUT

 

EXT.  IN A FIELD OUTSIDE LONDON – MIDDAY

 

 

A man herding sheep in a field is shown looking up in the sky as he sees several saucers streak across the sky overhead, then disappear.

The man rubs his eyes and looks down at the bottle of beer in his hand and drops it.

EXT.  THE ENTRANCE TO THE RESERVATION – MIDDAY

 

 

The saucers are shown streaking toward the reservation in formation.

Two Native Americans are shown fishing in a stream on the reservation.  One yells to the other and points up to the horizon as one of the saucers slows down over head.  They both follow it with their heads, looking up in fear.  All of the sudden they drop their fishing poles as they are swept up into the craft.

INT.  AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL PDX AIRPORT – MIDDAY

 

 

A controller is shown watching two large blips on his screen as he leans over and taps the other controller sitting next to him and points to his screen.

ATC 1

Steve?  Have you ever seen something like this?

Steve leans over to see his screen.

STEVE

Ya, that happens…  The equipment is just messing up again.

Steve leans over further and hits the side of ATC 1’s console and sits back again to focus back on eating his lunch and looking at his own console.

ATC 1’s screen is shown as the objects on the screen spread out and now show hundreds of smaller blips.

ATC 1

Ummmm…  If that was supposed to help, it didn’t…

ATC 1 turns around and looks back at the supervisor station.

ATC 1

Sir?

The supervisor looks up at ATC 1 and comes over to inspect.

Leaning over the ATC 1’s shoulder, the supervisor arrives at the station and leans over the back of his chair.

ATC 1 points at his screen full of blips.

The supervisor has a very puzzled look on his face.

ATC SUP

What the…

The supervisor looks over his shoulder back to the supervisor station where a woman is sitting.

ATC SUP

Teresa, get me the National Guard Commander…

Teresa is shown close up with a headset on as she covers the mic.

TERESA

I’ve already got them online sir.  They say that NORAD has already contacted THEM and they are scrambling interceptors now.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FIELD WHERE THE ORACLE WAS FOUND – EARLY EVENING

In the field where Sim was repairing the fence and found the computer is shown as Gog’s ship comes into view, slowing down and landing.

Once Gog’s ship has completely landed and is shutting down, the door opens and his large foot is shown stepping out of the door and hitting the ground in a puff of dust.  As he fully exits and stands up, his immense size is now evident.

Gog takes a deep breath to take in the Earth’s slightly different oxygen blend and then looks around to survey the area.

Two Tretaab warriors walk up to Gog as Warrior 4 points over to the fence.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

This is the location.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 5

What now Sir?

Gog walks forward a few steps then looks around in all directions.  He stretches out his arm toward a warrior who hands him a high tech set of binoculars.  He slowly brings them up to his face and begins peering through the device in a few directions.

Gog pulls them off his face and squints.

The shot shows his view, far across the field to what appears to be nothing.

Gog puts the binoculars back up to his eyes.

A view through the binoculars is shown focusing across the open field as it slowly zooms in further to end up showing the backyard of Sim’s mother’s house.

GOG

                        (Pointing across the field.)

There!

Gog still looking through the binoculars is shown pointing as several warriors turn to face that direction and hold up additional binoculars.

Gog slowly pulls the binoculars down from his face again and looks at the group of warriors.

GOG

Let’s go!

Gog and the warriors are shown as they disperse to their crafts and begin to quickly enter.

As the doors begin to shut, one by one on each of the crafts, they begin winding up and slowly lifting into the air as they take off and begin heading in the direction of Sim’s Mothers house.

FADE OUT

INT.  SIM’S MOTHERS LIVING ROOM – EARLY EVENING

 

Inside the living room in Sim’s mother’s house, the children are shown watching cartoons and fighting over the remote.

Looking past the children toward the kitchen Sim’s mother is shown cooking in front of the stove as she turns around and takes two steps toward the living room to stop the boys from arguing, but stops abruptly as the phone rings.  She yells into the living room in a stern voice.

MOTHER

If you don’t stop…

The phone rings a second time as the boys are still arguing over the remote control.

MOTHER

I mean it!

She gives the boys another stern look as they each let go of the remote and it falls to the ground.

She walks across the kitchen to the very old style phone hanging on the wall.

EXT.  ABOVE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

Gog’s ship is shown slowing down over the top of the house.

INT.  SIM’S MOTHERS KITCHEN – EARLY EVENING

MOTHER

(Answering the telephone.)

Hello?

As she listens to someone on the other end of the line frantically talking, her face is shown perplexed in a close-up.

MOTHER

                        (Sounding very confused.)

WHAT?

The children are shown in the living room with mother in the background holding the phone as she looks up and all of three of them are immediately swept up and into to the craft.

The telephone receiver is shown dangling from the phone attached to the wall as a loud fast busy signal is heard coming from the ear piece.

The shot cuts to the back yard view again as the crafts streak away.

EXT.  ABOVE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

Gog’s ship is shown over the top of the house as it turns slowly and swiftly flies away.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A SHADY BAR IN PORTLAND – EARLY EVENING

People are shown looking up at TV screens throughout the bar that are all tuned to a station where a newscaster is talking.  The bartender grabs the remote and turns up the volume as the shot zooms in on the TV.

INT.  INSIDE A NEWS STUDIO – EARLY EVENING

NEWSCASTER

Though reports are coming in from all over the Northwest about strange sightings in the sky, government officials deny anything is happening.  Our own Jackie Yaguma is on her way to the scene.

EXT.  FAST FOOD RESTAURANT PARKING LOT – EARLY EVENING

Several people are shown huddled around a car with its windows down and the radio on as they listen intently at the news coming over the radio.

RADIO ANNOUNCER

Most of the reports we are getting are on or near the Warm Springs Reservation area of the state.

The people in the parking lot start looking at each other in amazement.

EXT.  THE ENTRANCE TO THE RESERVATION – EARLY EVENING

Reporter Jackie Yaguma is shown pulling up in the news station van as she gets out and her crew already have the camera rolling.

The camera man gives her a point in order to tell her she is live.

JACKIE

                        (Holding her hand up to her ear piece and walking backwards.)

Thank you Susan…  We have just arrived at the reservation and have not yet seen anything in the sky, but we are told that a Thomas Thundercloud, a Reservation resident…  Wait here he is…

The shot widens as she turns to a man standing next to her in a crowd of people listening to him explaining what happened.

JACKIE

                        (Reaching our her hand to shake his.)

Mr. Thundercloud?  Mr. Thundercloud…  Can you tell us what happened and what you saw?

She puts the microphone in front of him.

THOMAS

Yes, hello…  Well, ummm.  I was coming out of my shop just over there, and….

He points across the road to a gift shop.

JACKIE

                        (Interrupting him as she moved the mic up to her mouth.)

                  Yes, and what did you see?

THOMAS

I heard something up in the sky, so when I looked up I saw several flying saucers overhead crossing…

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – EARLY EVENING

Cynthia is shown all alone sitting at a computer.  She types a few sentences then rolls her chair over to look through a microscope.  She pulls back and looks at a note pad next to the microscope and appears to read her notes when her cell phone rings.

She keeps concentrating on her work as the phone rings several more times and slides her chair back to the computer.  The phone begins ringing again.

She swivels her chair around angrily because she is being interrupted as she is concentrating.  She fishes through tons of papers and scientific paraphernalia and lab equipment on the table behind her in order to find her phone.

Her computer screen is shown behind her showing diagrams and notations as she answers the phone.

CYNTHIA

Dr. Beckman.

SIM

Cynthia it’s Sim.

Sim is shown standing by his computers in his apartment with the phone up to his ear.

SIM

Have you heard?

Cynthia’s stands up and walks across the lab to a small TV across the room that is on in the lab with no volume.

CYNTHIA

Heard what?

The TV shows Jackie interviewing Thomas as she turns up the volume.

SIM

                        (Pacing back and forth.)

They are here Cynthia…  They are here NOW!

Cynthia is shown speechless with the TV heard in the background as her mouth drops and her hand moves up to her mouth.

CYNTHIA

                        (Whispering.)

Oh my God…

There is silence for a few seconds with only the background of Jackie Yaguma in the background recapping the situation.

SIM

Cynthia…

Sim pauses, waiting for a response.

SIM

                        (Speaking louder and more urgently.)

Cynthia?  Are you there?

CYNTHIA

Yes…  Sorry, I am here.

SIM

Listen, DON’T MOVE.  I will be right there!

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Sim is shown frantically rummaging through his apartment grabbing his laptop, the Oracle and some supplies.  As he is racing out the door he sees his Eagle feather on the wall.  He grabs it and runs out the door leaving it open.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – NIGHT

Sim is shown sliding onto the front lawn in his car.

The door opens quickly as he jumps out, leaving the door open and car running.  Sim runs up the steps to the porch toward the front door, yelling…

SIM

MOM?

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – NIGHT

Sims runs through the door and quickly stops to look around.

SIM

                        (Calling for them in a loud frantic voice.)

MOM?  BOYS?  Hello?

He begins to frantically run through the house calling for his mother and brothers in each bedroom.

As he makes his way back to the living room, he stops suddenly to realize the lights are all on and notices the TV is also on with nobody in the house…  The remote laying in the middle of the living room floor is shown.

He turns to the kitchen and calls again.

SIM

MOM?

He slowly walks to the kitchen where he sees the phone dangling to the floor with the off the hook tone still coming from the earpiece.

Sim turns around and runs to a back bedroom.

As he opens a door show the room containing all of his deceased father’s stuff in it.  He quickly enters the room and walks toward the gun case.

He kicks the glass in the front of the gun case to break it open and grabs a shotgun, some ammunition, a rifle and some additional shells.

Sim turns to see his father’s tribal bow and a quiver of arrows.  Heading for the door he grabs them and exits the room in a flash.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – NIGHT

SIM runs out the screen door carrying the weapons and ammunition as he jumps off the porch to the ground.

He opens the trunk of his car and throws everything inside, then heads for the old shed.

He swings the door open and grabs a tent and some camping equipment and returns to his car to throw it in the trunk.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Cynthia is shown still sitting at the computer in the lab, with the lab door in the background, still trying to figure out the DNA strands.

The lab door swings open as her head snaps to look at the loud noise coming from the door.

Sim bursts through the door and is shown carrying the weapons, his backpack and supplies.

CYNTHIA

Sim!

Cynthia jumps up and runs and embraces him briefly.

They both walk back to the area she was working as Sim slams his backpack, laptop bag and weapons on top of a table.

SIM

Cynthia, they’ve got my family.  That means they know who I am.  We are out of time… Where are we at?

Cynthia walks over to her chair in front of her computer and sits down.

CYNTHIA

                        (Pointing at her computer screen as Sim looks on.)

I think I have mapped the mutated structures, but I don’t have a sample to work with, so I am just guessing at this point.

Sim lays his arm on the lab table and rolls up his sleeve and looks at her…

Cynthia looks at him completely confused.

SIM

Well, you need a sample, right?

Cynthia looking at him in a daze, finally gets her composure as she gets up and scurries to a supply cabinet.  She grabs a syringe, some rubbing alcohol and an elastic tourniquet.

She comes back and slides her chair next to Sim and wraps an elastic tourniquet around his arm and begins to draw Sim’s blood.

Sim’s blood is shown starting to flow and slowly filling the syringe as he looks down at her.

Cynthia looks up at Sim as she notices he was already looking down at her, their eyes meet.

Sim gives her a little wink.

                              SIM

                  Everything is going to be alright Cynthia…

She looks back down at the syringe and pulls it out.

CYNTHIA

Take that off.

Sim is shown removing the tourniquet as Cynthia slides her chair to a piece of equipment.  She loads the full vile into the machine and turns it on as she whips back around to her PC.  The camera zooms in to her face as she begins working on the computer.

Sim turns to the table where he placed all of the stuff he brought into the lab as he begins to take the Oracle out of his backpack.  After setting the Oracle on the table, he removes his laptop from the bag and begins setting it up on one of the other lab tables nearby.

Cynthia hearing Sim doing something, breaks her concentration on the equipment and her PC to look over at him.

CYNTHIA

What are you doing?

Sim continues taking cords and components our of his bags as he speaks without looking at her.

SIM

I guess we are about to see if all of my schooling is going to pay off and if I am as good as I think I am…

Cynthia watches him assembling the laptop and other components for a moment as he continues.

SIM

I think I can interface my laptop with this thing and capture as much information as possible.  Hopefully we can then take what you come up with and combine it with what I find and end up with a plan to kill these bastards and get my family back…

Sim attaches a cable to his PC and cuts the opposite end off and begins trying to attach them to the device.

Cynthia is shown looking at her computer screen as she analyses his blood.  Her screen begins to formulate and display Sim’s DNA helix structure.

CYNTHIA

Sim, come here.

SIM

What’ya got?

CYNTHIA

It’s your DNA…  Come here….

Sim puts down some cords and equipment he is working with and walks over to Cynthia and leans down over her shoulder at her screen as she points to the bottom of the image of his DNA strand that is starting to appear.

CYNTHIA

Look…  It’s just as we thought…  I ran your DNA through the sequence I used to make my discoveries of the other DNA anomalies and like the Oracle depicted yours hooks to the left, not the right!

SIM

Wait, I think I have something…

Sim pulls Cynthia over to his lap top where he has begun integrating with the Oracle and has images on his screen showing the right hook DNA.

SIM

Watch this.

Sim’s laptop screen displaying the Oracle images from the night before of the two DNA strands as they merge together again and disappear.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

CYNTHIA

Sim, it is just like the other night at your apartment…

Sim looks at Cynthia as she continues.

CYNTHIA

when you touched the right hook DNA strand and it then showed us YOUR left hook strand…  Remember?  I think your DNA strand kills or cancels the right hook DNA strand…  Come here…

Cynthia leads Sim back to her equipment.

CYNTHIA

I think I can modify your DNA hook structure so that it has a right hook instead of one going to left.

Cynthia makes some modifications to the DNA on the screen.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Pointing at the microscope for him to look.)

See look…

She slides out of the way so Sim can look into the Microscope.

In a view through the microscope, Sim’s DNA is shown in detail, now modified to have the right hook.

Cynthia grabs a tool to place Sim’s right hook DNA to the dish under the microscope.

CYNTHIA

Now watch the screen as I drop your normal left hook DNA on top of the other one.  Here, I will put it on the screen.

She clicks a few buttons so the image from the microscope view now appears on her computer screen as Sim watches.  She slides back to look into the microscope as she carefully adds Sim’s left hook DNA to the dish.

The screen is shown as Cynthia adds Sim’s left hook DNA into the dish containing the right hook DNA.  As Sim’s DNA touches the right hook DNA, it disappears, leaving only Sim’s left hook DNA

Cynthia spins around to face Sim.

CYNTHIA

See?  That’s it Sim!  Your left hook DNA cancels out and kills the aliens right hook DNA strand.  That is how we can defeat them?

SIM

                        (Looking confused.)

How?  Get them to hold still under the microscope so we can squirt my blood on them?

CYNTHIA

No silly.  I can replicate and duplicate your DNA strands to give us a large enough quantity that we can use against them

                              SIM

                  You are loosing me here.

CYNTHIA

Ok, let me make it simple.  We put your DNA into syringes and then go find those bastards and inject them with it.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown in the lab loading syringes and getting them attached to arrows and loaded into bullet cartridges.

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown in the lab as they pack up all their supplies and head out of the lab toward the reception area.

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown exiting the front doors of her office building carrying their supplies as Sim heads toward his car which is parked next to Cynthia’s SUV.

Cynthia opens the back of her SUV as Sim is opening his trunk.

CYNTHIA

                        (Looking at Sim with her hands full.)

Let’s take mine, it’s bigger…

Sim looks back at her as if it is not a good idea.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sternly.)

                  Come on!  It’s bigger!

Cynthia begins loading the things in her arms into the back of her SUV as Sim quickly moves to place the things already in his arms in there as well.  Sim hurries back to his trunk and transfers everything else to the back of her SUV.  They close the back of her SUV and hop in the car.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Tossing the keys to Sim and heading for the passenger side.)

                  Catch.

Sim catches the keys as the both jump in the car.

Sim starts the car and frantically reverses from the parking spot and hits the gas to exit the parking lot.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S SUV DRIVING – NIGHT

Cynthia looks over at Sim from the passenger seat as Sim drives down the road.

CYNTHIA

So where are we heading?

SIM

                        (Looking at her periodically while still driving somewhat frantically.)

Well, my guess is if they have my family, they know who I am now and it is only a matter of time until they find where I live.  If they find my apartment, then they will find your lab.

CYNTHIA

So where to then?

Sim points as they come up to an intersection.

SIM

                        (making a quick turn.)

I have an idea.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Inside Sim’s apartment, Gog and a few of his warriors are seen tearing the place apart.  They are shown going through everything as they hunt for the Oracle.

                              GOG

It has to be here.  Keep looking!

They are shown continuing to ransack his apartment, smashing cabinets, dumping out drawers and overturning furniture.

Inside Sim’s bedroom a warrior is shown lifting his mattress and throwing it off the bed, and pulling everything out of his dresser.

Gog is shown watching the mayhem as a warrior walks up to him and Gog turns to face him.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

We aren’t finding anything that could contain the codes…

Another Tretaab warrior in Sim’s computer den area is shown shuffling through papers as he comes across the flyer for Cynthia’s conference.  He holds it up.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

Sir, I think we have something.

FADE OUT

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Led by Gog, the Tretaab warriors are shown exiting the apartment, leaving the front door wide open with the remnants of their actions visible.

Rufus is shown standing at the end of the walk as the Tretaab’s continue leaving the apartment, heading directly for Rufus..

RUFUS

(Peering around them to look inside the front door of the apartment which has been left open.)

Are you friends of Sim?  Are you supposed to be in there?

Gog walks directly up to Rufus without slowing down and places his hand above his head in order to suck his DNA strand.

Rufus’ strand begins to appear over his head as a spinning hologram, however it is apparent that it has no hook either way and subsequently does not affect Rufus whatsoever.

RUFUS

(Pointing at Gog.)

Wait a second…

Rufus pauses almost in disbelief.

RUFUS

You are…  I knew it, I was right!

Gog realizing that he can’t kill Rufus by taking his DNA, takes a few steps back and pulls his weapon out of his holster.

                              GOG

Maybe you were…

Gog raises his weapon and fires at Rufus, blowing him apart and sending him flying backwards and hitting the ground.

Gog, turns to his warriors.

                              GOG

Let’s go…

They begin walking away as Rufus is shown lying on the ground dead.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP IN THE FOREST ON THE RESERVATION – LATE NIGHT

Cynthia and Sim are shown sitting on a log around a campfire in the forest with a tent behind them and supplies all around.

Sim is shown spacing into the fire and poking at it with a stick, deep in thought.

                              CYNTHIA

                  So exactly where are we again?

                              SIM

Well, we are on my tribe’s reservation.  This area is where I used to play and camp when I was a little boy.  My father would take me and my best friend John up here and tell us legends and stories.  Little did I know some of them would turn out to be somewhat reality.

Sim gets quiet and stares into the fire again.

Cynthia breaks the silence as she snuggles up to him to keep warm.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What do you mean?

                              SIM

It’s just that some of the legends and stories are now starting to make sense after the past few days.

Sim takes a deep breathe and shakes his head.

                              SIM

T doesn’t matter.  Unlike some of my people, I got smart and got an education so I would not be stuck here like some of my people.

Sim looks over at Cynthia as she snuggles up to him and he wraps his arm around her.

CYNTHIA

Everything will all work out Sim…

SIM

I wish it were that easy.

They both get silent for a moment and reflect on their lives and the situation facing them and the unknowing world.

CYNTHIA

Well, we better get some sleep.  It seems as though tomorrow is going to be a     long day.

As they both begin to get up Sim sarcastically replies.

SIM

Yeah…  Either long or forever.  One of the two…

They are shown picking up, unzipping the tent and going inside.

FADE OUT

EXT.  ARIEL VIEW OF THE PENTAGON – EARLY MORNING

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A DIMELY LIT WAR ROOM INSIDE THE PENTAGON – EARLY MORNING

Sr. military officers and presidential cabinet members are shown gathered around a lit conference table.

The Sr. Air Force Officer is shown reading from a report.

AIR FORCE OFFICER COLE

NORAD central command is reporting sightings all over the North American coverage area, however when we scramble jets they are unable to intercept and get a visual, Ms. Security Advisor.

The National Security Advisor is shown sitting at the head of the conference table.

SECURITY ADVISOR

(Confidently looking around the table into the eyes of the assembled military officers.)

Gentleman, the President is requesting detailed information on the status of the invading forces, their strengths and suggested counter measures immediately.

The National Security Advisor looks at the Air Force Officer.

SECURITY ADVISOR

I am afraid your current information is not helpful Mr. Cole.  Let’s get that changed immediately.

She turns to look at the Army General and nods as if to request information.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

We have a platoon of Special Forces troops standing by at Langley waiting for orders.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Have there been any encounters or contact with the invading forces reported at this point?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

No troops have engaged them Ma’am, however civilian reports of casualties and umm, well… other reports are streaming in to us from in and around the reservation in Oregon.

The National Security Advisor looks confused.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Other reports General?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Yes, Ma’am.

SECURITY ADVISOR

We do not have time for riddles General…  Care to elaborate?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

We are getting reports of missing persons and…

The General pauses and looks down at the table in disbelief of what he is about to say.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Abductions ma’am…

SECURITY ADVISOR

That’s it!

Getting angry at the lack of information coming from the Officers, she reacts.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Gentlemen, let me clarify what we need here because obviously you are not getting it.  I need information and a plan of execution to me in 10 minutes so I can make recommendations to the President.

She begins to stand up and looks at everyone at the table directly in their eyes.

SECURITY ADVISOR

10 minutes…  No exceptions…  Get your people on this immediately…

She takes a deep breath and moves away from the table still looking at them, then quickly turns and walks toward the door.

The officers at the conference table watch as she walks away and reaches the door.  They all begin talking and arguing, blaming each other’s branches of service.  Others are shown grabbing phones to make calls.  Still others are shown turning from their chairs at the table to confer with Jr. Advisors suiting behind then.

Just then, she stops and turns around to face them again.

SECURITY ADVISOR

And Gentlemen…

All the Officers at the conference table immediately stop what they are doing and quickly turn to to give her their complete attention.

SECURITY ADVISOR

It seems we only have 1 shot at this…  Let’s get it right, shall we?

She turns and walks out the door.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A HANGER ON A MILITARY BASE – EARLY MORNING

Inside a hanger officer’s Leopold and Spector are seen surrounded by a platoon of Special Forces soldiers.  Officer Leopold is shown holding a high tech cell phone

Outside the open hanger door in the background, the sun is seen starting to rise over the horizon.

LEOPOLD

                        (Answering the cell phone.)

Yes?

Officer Leopold pauses as someone on the other line talks to him.

LEOPOLD

Yes…     They are assembled sir…

Officer Leopold pauses again to listen.

LEOPOLD

Yes, sir…

Leopold hangs up the phone then turns around to look at the assembled soldiers.

LEOPOLD

Gentlemen, this is it…

Officer Leopold turns and walks over to a marker board with a diagram of the mission.

The soldiers huddle around and the ones in front take a knee.

LEOPOLD

You are going to be dropping into the Warm Springs Reservation region, in this area here.

He circles the Reservation location showing a flat field area that is surrounded by mountains, then turns to look at the troops.

LEOPOLD

You are to search out the enemy and probe their locations and report back.  You are under a no fire order.  Under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy.  The mission is only recon to gather information and report back…  Questions?

The troops are shown looking directly at Leopold quietly and confidently without anyone showing a reaction that would denote questions.

LEOPOLD

Ok then…  Let’s move out!

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE HANGER ON THE TARMACK – EARLY MORNING

Just outside the hanger the troops are shown putting on their parachutes and assembling their gear as some begin loading into a C 130 transport plane.

FADE OUT

EXT.  CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING PARKING LOT – EARLY MORNING

As dawn is breaking, Gog and his warriors are shown landing in their crafts.  As the doors open they start to exit their ships.

Two security guards that were patrolling the parking lot and saw them land start to approach the ships as they draw their weapons and look at each other then back to the Tretaab’s as they approach them, amazed at what they are seeing.

SECURITY GUARD 1

Excuse me…  Umm you can’t park there…

Gog and his warriors walk up to the guards.  As Gog stops in front of the guards, the warriors continue to walk past the guards as if they are not there, and continue on there way to enter Cynthia’s office building.

GOG

We don’t plan to be here long…

The two guards stare at Gog as Security Guard 2 lifts his walkie-talkie to talk.

SECURITY GUARD 2

Dispatch?  Do you read me?

One of the Tretaab warriors turns back to Security Guard 2 without saying a word and steals his DNA strand as he turns gray and falls to the ground and dies.

Security Guard 1 is shown looking at what happens in terror, then looking at the warrior and Gog.  He drops his weapon and turns to run from the scene.

FADE OUT

INT.  CYNTHIA’S OFFICE RECEPTION AREA – EARLY MORNING

From a view inside the reception area facing out and through the large glass doors, Gog and a group of his warriors walk off the elevator outside of Cynthia’s office.

Without even trying the door Gog smashes through the glass doors and steps into the reception area as his warriors walk in behind him.

Gog stops and looks around and speaks.

GOG

Search everything.  The Descendant and the Dr. are working together.  I need to know what they know and if the codes have been here.

The warriors separate and begin tearing up the reception area.

FADE OUT

INT.  CYNTHIA’S LAB AREA – EARLY MORNING

Tretaab warriors are shown in the lab area opening cabinets and drawers and dumping everything out on the floor.

Other warriors are shown going through computers looking for information.

INT.  CYNTHIA’S PRIVATE OFFICE – EARLY MORNING

Inside Cynthia’s office, warriors are shown pulling files out of drawers and destroying furniture and searching through everything.

Gog is then shown walking into Cynthia’s private office to observe the search as a warrior walks up to him from cabinets in her office.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 1

Sir, we found this…

The warrior hands Gog the Military file Leopold and Spector had given Cynthia as Gog looks at the warrior.

GOG

What is this?

TRETAAB WARRIOR 1

Open it sir…

Gog slowly opens the file folder and begins going through the documents quickly.  Gog stops abruptly on the image of the Mayan Calendar and looks at it for a moment, then flips to the next picture which depicts  the Roswell craft with the DNA strand image inside.

INT.  CYNTHIA’S LAB AREA – EARLY MORNING

A warrior from the lab is heard calling to Gog still in Cynthia’s private office.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 2

Commander, quick…

Gog rushes out of Cynthia’s office and into the lab where warriors have hacked into one of the computers Cynthia used to analyze Sim’s DNA.

As Gog arrives at the crowd of warriors surrounding the computer, he pushes his way to the front.

The warrior sitting at the computer pulls up the DNA analysis information on the screen as it depicts Sim’s DNA.

Gog leans over the warrior’s shoulder to look at the screen.

GOG

Capture the information…

TRETAAB WARRIOR 2

Yes sir…

Gog stands erect and turns to look at all the warriors.

GOG

I need to know where they are.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 3

Our technicians have scanned from the ships and are getting pulse readings that indicate they are possibly somewhere near the original Atlantean sphere landing site, on the reservation.

GOG

Get that data stored and let’s move out.

Gog turns and begins to head out of the lab.

Warrior 2 is shown working on the computer containing Sim’s DNA information as he begins capturing data from the computer into a small pen-like device.

FADE OUT

INT.  WAR ROOM INSIDE THE PENTAGON – MORNING

The National Security Advisor is shown walking away from the lighted conference table that is surrounded by the Sr. military officers.  Walking across the room she heads to a red phone in the corner and picks it up.

She turns toward the camera.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Get me the President.

Looking serious, she waits for a period of time.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Mr. President?  Yes sir…  I don’t have good news.  It appears nothing we have can deter them.

She pauses and listens to the President as he speaks.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes sir…

She pauses again and listens to the President.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Sir, we believe the best we can do at this point is monitor their activities in the field and attempt to keep you posted.

We believe that if they were going to try to take over or harm you they would have already done it.  They seem to be after something specific.  I have been briefed on the Roswell information and I have requested additional details regarding the 2012 question Sir.

She pauses again and listens to the President.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes sir…  I will sir.

She hangs up the phone and turns back to the officers at the conference table.

SECURITY ADVISOR

I want more information on the 2012 question and updates on the current movements and situation for the President immediately.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM & CYNTHIA’S CAMP SITE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

Sim is shown sitting at the campfire twirling his eagle feather in his hand.

Behind him, Cynthia is shown coming out of the tent.  She is groggy and obviously just waking up.

Sim turns around to see what the noise was.

SIM

Ahhhh…  Good morning sleepy head…

Cynthia pulls a sweatshirt over her head.

CYNTHIA

You are sure an early riser.  How long have you been up?

SIM

A few hours…  I made breakfast.

Sim grads a plate and opens a pot on the fire.  He dishes up Cynthia some food as she is getting settled down next to him at the fire.  Sim leans down to hand her the plate as she grabs his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss, then grabs the plate from him.

CYNTHIA

                        (Smiling.)

Thank you…

She takes a bite of food, then looks at Sim sitting next to her.

CYNTHIA

A man who cooks AND is smarter than me?  Pinch me, I must still be sleeping…

Sim is shown looking very preoccupied in thought.  He seems to have not even heard what she said.

SIM

We need to get moving soon…  I think we better find these aliens before they find us…

The campsite is shown from the woods surrounding it as if it is being shown through someone’s eyes that are watching them.  The view seems to move closer as if someone is sneaking up on them.

Sim and Cynthia can be seen talking as Cynthia finishes eating and they begin picking up camp and preparing for their day.

The view continues to move closer as if someone is sneaking up on them.

Sim stops quickly and looks around.

SIM

What was that?

Cynthia begins to look around also, then move closer to Sim to put her hand on him.

CYNTHIA

I didn’t hear anything…

They begin to slowly turn around looking into the woods around the camp.

While looking around Sim grabs the shotgun and they turn away from the camera.  As their backs are shown to the camera, a hand comes into view as it lands on Sim’s shoulder.

JOHN

Sim!

Sim turns around swiftly in shock as Cynthia screams.  As he spun around, Sim is shown putting the shotgun to John’s face as he pants in fear and gasps for breath.

JOHN

Sim, it’s John!

Sim slowly moves the Shotgun down and away from John’s face.

SIM

You scared the hell out of me John.  What are you doing here?

JOHN

Give me a break brother…  I have been trying to reach you since this mess all started with the freaks on the news.

Cynthia walks over to the tent and continuing to pick up camp.

JOHN

I went by your mom’s and nobody was there.  I went by your place and it looked like a tornado went through it.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

JOHN

Sim, we grew up together on this land.  I may only be 12% (tribe name), but I know this land as good as you do.  I figured if there was one place I could find you alive it would be in our old camping spot.

Sim’s face shows a slight grin.

Sim throws his arm around John and they turn to walk toward the fire laughing.

SIM

Damn white boy…

John’s face gets serious as he turns and faces Sim.

JOHN

What the heck is going on Sim?

Cynthia is shown still continuing to pick up in the background as John points at Cynthia.

JOHN

Who is this chick and what are you guys doing out in the woods when there are ugly bastards flying around the reservation like flies?

Cynthia walks over to John with an attitude as she sticks out her hand to shake his.

CYNTHIA

Dr. Cynthia Beckman…

She turns to walk to the tent to begin picking up and gather the weapons, talking as she walks toward the camera.

CYNTHIA

But you can call me “chick”…  White boy!

John looks at Sim with a shocked look on his face and his hands raised in the air as if to say “what the…”  Then he hits Sim in the arm and smiles, speaking softly.

JOHN

 A Dr. huh?

SIM

Shut up and listen man, we don’t have a lot of time to explain…

While Sim is talking Cynthia is shown in the background picking up a syringe that had fallen out of one of the backpacks and places it in her back pocket.

SIM

Have you ever heard of Roswell?

Just then one of the Tretaab crafts swoops just over the tree line surrounding the camp with a loud roar.

John and Sim duck as they look up.

Cynthia falls down and yells.

CYNTHIA

SIM!!!!

Sim looks at John.

SIM

Let’s go!

Sim and John rush to the tent and grab as much of the weapons and supplies as possible.

Sim grabs Cynthia’s arm as the three of them run off into the woods and out of the camp.

FADE OUT

EXT.  IN A FIELD ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

From the ground on the reservation, a C 130 transport is shown up in the sky flying over at a lower altitude.

INT.  INSIDE THE COCKPIT OF THE C 130 – MORNING

Inside the cockpit the pilot looks at the co-pilot and gives him the thumbs up sign.

The co-pilot looks down at his gages to a switch marked “Jump” and flicks it on.

In the back of the plane the door is shown open as the soldiers are shown lined up ready to jump.  When the green jump light comes on, the crew chief standing at the open door starts yelling and motioning to the troops.

CREW CHIEF

Go, Go, Go, Go!

The the soldiers are shown filing out of the plane quickly through the open door as the crew chief grabs their pins left on the line inside the plane that pulls their shoots automatically.

The soldiers are shown descending rapidly with their shoots opening.

EXT.  IN A FIELD ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

The team leader is shown squatting looking at a map.

Other soldiers are shown slowly gathering to him.

One soldier is shown just landing in the distance.

The Team Leader is shown handing the map to the radio man behind him and making hand signals and directing the team to circle toward the nearby tree line.

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE FIELD – MORNING

The platoon slowly maneuvers quietly in small groups as they move through the forest.

The Team Leader sees the Tretaab crafts in the distance in the clearing where they had landed.

The team leader is shown within his small group as he looks to each of the other groups surrounding the area and motions in silence for everyone to stop and get down.  He then motions to one group to bypass the crafts and catch up to the Tretaab’s and the other to sit still.

The team leader grabs communication equipment from the radio man just behind him and begins calling the pentagon war room.  He scans the area.

TEAM LEADER

                        (Speaking softly in the mouth piece.)

Alpha daddy, alpha daddy, this is Team Leader Fox Run, do you read?

The team leader continues to scan the area around them as he waits patiently for a response to his radio call to the war room.

INT.  INSIDE THE WAR ROOM AT THE PENTAGON – MORNING

Gen. Cartwright is shown seated at the conference table leaning in to a microphone in the center of the table.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox Run this is Alpha D, we copy.

TEAM LEADER

We have located the crafts.  I am transmitting coordinates.

The General is shown motioning to Jr. Officers.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Any sign of the…

The general looks around the room at the other Officers as he pauses in embarrassment.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Aliens????

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE FIELD – MORNING

The team leader is shown still crouched with his small group as he continues scanning the area with the microphone to his mouth.

TEAM LEADER

Negative Alpha D.  We are tracking currently…  Over…

The team leader motions to two soldiers with him to move out as the others have already bypassed around the crafts through the woods.

They disappear into the woods.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM & CYNTHIA’S DESERTED CAMP SITE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

Gog and some of the warriors slowly enter the middle of Sim and Cynthia’s now deserted camp.

One of the warriors on the fringe of the camp is shown as he notices some tracks and debris they dropped when they fled the camp.  The warrior squats down with a sensor, scanning the ground and debris for a scent.  He gets up and turns to head back to the center of the camp.

WARRIOR 5

Sir, I have a scent.

GOG

Which way?

The warrior holds up the sensor to the sky, then points.

WARRIOR 5

This way!

The Tretaab’s begin heading out of the camp in the direction the warrior pointed from a view at the forest edge, looking over one of the Special Forces soldiers shoulder.

The team leader grabs the communication equipment from the radio man again and begins calling the war room again.

TEAM LEADER

                        (Quietly speaking and breathing heavy from fear.)

Alpha daddy, Alpha daddy, Team Leader Fox Run…

INT.  INSIDE THE WAR ROOM AT THE PENTAGON – MORNING

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Go ahead fox run…

TEAM LEADER

We have located the targets.  They seem to be tracking someone or something and are now on the move.  Over…

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Copy fox run…  Who or what are they following?

The officers are shown listening intently for the team leaders response.

TEAM LEADER

Unsure Alpha…

Before the team leader is able to say “D”, static starts coming over the speaker in the war room.  The camera zooms in on the General…

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox run, come again?

As he pauses and waits for a response from the team leader everyone in the room is showing distraught looks on their faces.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox run, do you read?

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE CAMP – MORNING

The team leader is shown unconscious and gray from having his strand taken.

Several of the team’s soldiers are shown lying on the ground dead with holes blasted through them and blood coming out of their mouths..

FADE OUT

EXT.  A MOUNTAINSIDE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

John, Sim and Cynthia are climbing up a mountain at the edge of the forest as Cynthia looks up at Sim reaching out his hand to help her up.

CYNTHIA

Where are we going to go Sim?

John is shown below her, climbing up.

JOHN

We are heading to a tribal site we used to play in when we were kids.

Sim looks down at Cynthia as she struggles up the climb.

SIM

How are you doing?  Can you make it?

CYNTHIA

Don’t worry about me, I can keep up.

John quickly climbs past Cynthia and then past Sim as he whispers.

JOHN

Who knew?  Sexy…  A Dr….  AND she’s tough…

SIM

                        (Shaking his head.)

Keep moving…

John hustles up the climb to the entrance of a cave and walks in as Sim turns around to help Cynthia over a large rock.

The shot cuts to Sim and Cynthia.

SIM

                        (Pointing up to the cave.)

It’s just up there…

INT.  INSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

From a view inside the cave, Cynthia and Sim walk in.

John can be seen facing away from them looking at the dimly lit cave walls.

The cave walls show ancient paintings depicting tribal life, hunting, animals, etc.

Sim and Cynthia walk up to John as Cynthia is looking at the walls.

CYNTHIA

This is amazing Sim…

John looks at Sim.

JOHN

They have got to be hot on our trail Sim.  What’s the plan?

Sim starts stacking all of the supplies they were able to collect and get out of camp.  He begins to sort the guns and ammunition, when he stops and looks up.

SIM

Here’s the deal…  Conventional ammo will probably not do much to these freaks and we are very light on rounds anyway.  We have determined that we have to shoot them with…

Sim stops and frantically rummages through the supplies.

JOHN

Who is we?

Cynthia kneels down next to Sim.

SIM

The Dr.!

Sim pauses and looks up at John as he points to Cynthia.

SIM

Cynthia… The Dr.

Sim continues frantically searching.

JOHN

Ok…   Well???  Shoot them with WHAT?

Sim looks at Cynthia.

SIM

Cynthia…  The syringes?  Did you get the red bag?

CYNTHIA

I thought you had it…

Sim sits down on the ground looking defeated.

SIM

                        (Shaking his head in frustration.)

Son of a bitch!

He pauses for a moment, then gets up quickly.

SIM

Ok, I have to go back…

Cynthia puts her hand on his arm.

CYNTHIA

You can’t.  They are right behind us Sim.

John reaches over and grabs the shotgun and a few shells and starts out the cave.

JOHN

Red bag?  I am on it!

John runs out the cave carrying the shotgun.

Sim turns to the cave entrance as John runs outside, not looking back or slowing down.

SIM

John…  NO!  You won’t know what to do with them…

JOHN

                        (Yelling back at Sim as he runs off.)

I will bring it back Sim.  Relax…

Cynthia notices some of the markings on the cave walls and walks over to look more closely.  She points up at something.

CYNTHIA

Sim, look!

Sim walks up next to her.

SIM

I swear, I love that kid, but sometimes he…

Cynthia interrupts.

CYNTHIA

Have you ever seen this before?

She points at a picture painted on the cave wall of what looks like the left hook without the DNA strand attached to it.

SIM

Wait a second…  I remember seeing this as a kid, but I never thought anything of it.

Focusing on the DNA painting on the cave wall.

CYNTHIA

So far the hook has always been connected to the strand.

SIM

What does it mean?

She turns around toward the supplies.

CYNTHIA

I’m not sure…  Where is the computer?

They walk over to where the supplies are stacked and Sim grabs the bag containing the laptop and Oracle and begins to unzip them and take them out.

FADE OUT

EXT.  HALFWAY DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE OUTSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

John is shown climbing down the mountain in a rush.

When he jumps off a rock down to the lower level, he comes face to face with a Tretaab warrior standing right in front of him.

John’s face first shows a bit of fear, but quickly changes to anger.

John lifts the shotgun to the Tretaab.

JOHN

All right you nasty looking piece of shit, I am tired of all this crap!

John pulls the trigger of the shotgun and blows the warrior away.

INT.  INSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

Sim, hearing the shotgun blast, snaps his head toward the cave entrance, stands up and yells.

SIM

John!

Sim picks up the other gun and remaining ammo and looks at Cynthia.

SIM

Let’s go…

They both run out the cave to find John…

EXT.  THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN – MORNING

John looks down at the Tretaab he just shot.

Just then, Gog’s hand slams down onto John’s shoulder.  Gog grabs the shotgun out of John’s hands and easily snaps it in tow over his knee.

In shock and fear, John turns around with his eyes wide open at the sight of the massive Tretaab Commander.

Gog grabs John’s shirt collar and pulls him close as he puts his other hand over John’s head as if he is going to take his DNA.

GOG

Do you have something of mine?

Gog begins to pull John’s strand when he realizes there is no hook, right or left and it is having no effect on John. Grumbling, he punches John in the face and sends him flying into a rock where he is knocked unconscious.

Gog turns and talks to the other warriors surrounding him.

GOG

Search him.  We must find the codes…

From behind some bushes Sim’s voice is heard yelling.

SIM

Leave him alone!  I am the one you are looking for!

Sim walks out from behind the bushes into the clearing to face the Tretaab’s.  The warriors quickly grab him and take his weapon as they hold him.

As Sim is being held by the warriors and Gog walks up to him…  Just before Gog is about to speak, a warrior runs up holding the Oracle.

WARRIOR 6

Commander, the Oracle…

The warrior hands the device to Gog…

Gog as he looks down at the Oracle and back up to Sim.

GOG

You must be the descendant of the Atlanteans.  Tell me, are the codes contained in here?

Sim still being held by the warriors, looks to the ground.

SIM

I have no idea what you are talking about.

GOG

How does it work.

SIM

There is no way in hell I am going to help you.

Sim looks up defiantly at Gog.

SIM

You are planning to kills us all in a few years anyway.  You need me more than I need you!

Gog hands the Oracle to a warrior and motions that he should take the device to the mother ship.

GOG

Go!

Gog turns back to Sim.

GOG

Are we going to make this easy or difficult?

The shot cuts to a close up of Sim looking at Gog with a defiant look.

GOG

Either way, we will get what we came for…

As Sim is being held face to face with Gog, Sim spits in Gog’s face.

Gog wipes the spit from his face angrily and puts his hand above Sim’s head and begins taking his strand.

Sim’s strand is shown rising above his head.

WARRIOR 7

Commander…  The hook…

They all begin to notice the left hook instead of the right hook as Sim begins to turn gray and slump.  An evil laugh begins to start coming from Gog.

Cynthia is shown hiding in the bushes watching as she begins to cry quietly.  She leans back and starts to sit down on a rock, when something pokes her and she jumps up, startled.  She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out the syringe she had picked up back at the camp.

CYNTHIA

                        (Talking to herself.)

I may not be able to get all you bastards, but I am definitely taking YOU with me, you big ugly piece of crap!

Sim is shown appearing to be almost completely drained of his strand as he drops to the ground dead.

Cynthia comes running out of the bushes screaming and jumps on Gog’s back.  She slams the syringe into his back and empties it.

Gog is startled and throws her off.  Dazed, he shakes it off and pulls out his weapon and walks toward Cynthia laying on the ground looking up at him.

GOG

Look Tretaab’s.  They send their women to fight for them.

The warriors standing behind Gog begin to laugh and cheer.

All of the sudden Gog freezes and drops his weapon and begins to stumble around.  Looking very scared and worried, he looks back to his warriors.

Cynthia starts to stand up defiantly and walks over to face Gog, now nearly incapacitated.

CYNTHIA

You can call me “Chick”, you bastard!

Cynthia punches Gog in the face as the other warriors rush to contain her.

Suddenly, Gog is shown as lights begin shooting out of his body and he slowly starts to become semi-transparent.  Gog begins screaming.

GOG

The hook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As he completely disintegrates, the shot cuts to the warriors looking on in amazement.  Suddenly, they too begin to go through the same process.

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP – MORNING

The Tretaab Leader is shown screaming as he too succumbs to the codes effects.

                              TRETAAB LEADER

                  NO!!!!!!

EXT.  ON THE RESERVATION – NOON

Showing the river where the men that were abducted had been fishing, they are shown appearing suddenly and fall to the ground in a daze.

EXT.  ON THE RESERVATION – NOON

A woman and her baby appear suddenly outside a run-down store on the reservation.

INT.  SIM’S MOTHER’S HOUSE – NOON

Sim’s mother’s and the boys appear suddenly inside the house where they had when they were taken.  Sim’s mother runs from the kitchen into the living room where the boys are shown on the couch dazed and crying.  She grabs them in her arms crying and rocking.

FADE OUT

EXT.  THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN – MORNING

John is slowly sitting up and regaining consciousness, bleeding and dazed.

Cynthia runs to Sim and kneels down next to him.

CYNTHIA

Sim? Can you hear me?

John walks up behind her and places his hand on her shoulder.

JOHN

I don’t think he looks too good Doc…  What happened?

Cynthia looks up at John standing next to her.

CYNTHIA

John, are you ok?

JOHN

I don’t know, do I look ok?

John collapses with exhaustion to sit on the ground next to Cynthia.

JOHN

What about Sim?

Cynthia kneeling and leaning over Sim.

CYNTHIA

Quick, I need my red bag.  From the campsite.  Now!  Get it John!

John gets up slowly and staggers off to head for the camp.

Cynthia lifts Sim’s head off the ground as she begins checking for a pulse…

CYNTHIA

Sim, hang in there.

Sim’s body quivers as his eyes roll up in his head as he fades in and out of consciousness.

SIM

Cynthia?

CYNTHIA

Sim, you did it.

SIM

I died?

Cynthia looking down at Sim.

CYNTHIA

No, you beat them.  They are gone Sim.

Sim begins coughing and shivering.  He moves his head to look at Cynthia.

SIM

My mother…  The boys…

Sim seems to lose consciousness or die.

A tear begins to fall from Cynthia’s eye.

CYNTHIA

Sim?  SIM?  Stay with me!

John stumbles over carrying her red bag.  He drops it next to her.  Breathing heavily he slumps to the ground looking at Sim.

Cynthia grabs the bag as she rifles through it, pulling out syringes and various medical supplies, searching for something in her bag that might help.

Focused on her hand, she is shown fumbling through the items dumped out on the ground.  Suddenly her hand stops on one of the syringes.  She slowly lifts it up to her face and looks at it.

She begins to cry and pull the cap off the syringe as she grabs Sim’s arm and injects him, then frantically checks for a nonexistent pulse.   She begins sobbing and lays her head over his lifeless body.

John, now standing behind her, moves closer and places his hand softly on her shoulder as she cries, then kneels next to her at Sim’s side.

John places his hand on Sim’s chest and wraps his other arm around Cynthia as a tear falls from his cheek.

JOHN

He was like a brother to me Cynthia.  An amazing man…  There was always something special about him.

SIM

Was?  I still better be like a brother, white boy…

Sim, looking horrible but alive and conscious and slowly regaining his color and composure.

Cynthia and John begin to laugh and cry at the same time.

A few remaining Special Forces soldiers are shown walking onto the scene with walkie-talkies to their mouths, communicating with the war room.

Still lying on the ground, groggy and recovering, Sim looks up at Cynthia.

SIM

                        (Barely able to talk.)

                  Cynthia…

CYNTHIA

                        (Wiping tears from her eyes.)

                  Yes Sim.  What is it?

SIM

                  Will you marry me?

Cynthia and John begin to laugh and cry at the same time again.

INT.  INSIDE THE PENTAGON WAR ROOM – NOON

The war room is shown as the officers around the table are cheering and the Security Advisor smiling on the red phone talking to the President.

EXT.  IN THE FIELD WHERE THE TRETAAB’S LANDED – NOON

Military troops are walking around the ships shown somewhat melted and in disarray with burn marks on the ground.

FADE OUT

INT. INSIDE SIM’S NEW OFFICE – AFTERNOON

Sim is in a large elegantly decorated office sitting at his desk working on his computer when the phone rings and he answers it and his secretary is heard speaking to him.

                              SIM

                  Yes?

                              SECRETARY

                  Sir, your wife is here to see you.

                              SIM

                  Go ahead and bring her in…

A few moments later a knock is heard on his door as his secretary escorts Cynthia into his office and shuts the door.

Sim stands up and comes around his desk toward Cynthia and kisses her.

Cynthia looks around the room and begins walking around and looking at how lavish it is.  She stops and turns around to Sim.

                              CYNTHIA

Wow!  I guess becoming the National Director of the E.T. Technology Center of the USA means more than a good paycheck huh?  This is incredible Sim.

Sim grins at her.

                              SIM

I am just happy I am able to bring all these jobs to the reservation and have the new cultural center built.

Just knowing that I am a part of a lost civilization and a part of something bigger means something much deeper to me now…  I am so proud of my tribe and my people.

Cynthia looks down on Sim’s desk and notices the Oracle.  She walks over to it as she speaks.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Hey!  The Oracle.  What is that doing here?

Sim walks behind his desk and sits down.  He slides the Oracle close to him and begins starting it up.

                              SIM

Ya, well.  I found some additional things going on with this little beauty and they want me to figure out what else it can do.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What else it can do?

Cynthia walks behind Sim at his desk and leans her chin on his shoulder as the Oracle starts up.

                              SIM

Yeah.  It seems to potentially be a portal or gateway device for transportation or something.  I am not really sure what it does…  Let me show you.

Sim makes some adjustments to the device as it continues to wind up.

All of the sudden the device emits a very bright blue light that fills the room.

Sim and Cynthia are both surrounded by an enormous semi-transparent blue sphere and are swept into the device.

FADE TO BLACK

Flashing on the screen –

                              TO BE CONTINUED…

A Screenplay By:

Robert M. Caruso

EXT. THE CITY OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

High up in the sky and focused directly into the bright yellow sun, the view slowly pans down to the lush and somewhat sophisticated city of Atlantis.

The city is shown from high in the sky to be located off the main landmass in the Atlantic Ocean.  Slowly moving down from the sky closer and closer to the city the view flies over the land where a water canal is shown, cutting through the rings of land, and water running south for 5 miles to the sea.  The main city of Atlantis is shown as a densely populated area just outside the outer ring of water and spread across the plain, covering a circle of 11 miles where the majority of the population lives.

Flashing on the screen –

The City of Atlantis

Approximately 9000 BC

Continuing to get lower to the ground the view flies beyond the city, showing a fertile plain 330 miles long and 110 miles wide surrounded by another canal used to collect water from the rivers and streams of the mountains.  The area surrounding the plain to the north are shown where mountains soar to the skies. Villages, lakes, rivers, and meadows dot the mountains.

Flying back to the main Atlantis City area, it is shown as a calm, safe and abundant city, lush with trees and green spaces.  Quickly descending to the main city area reveals more detail of elaborate housing structures and multiple story buildings beyond what would usually be expected of an ancient society.  Slowly coming down to ground level, a pristine and perfectly level cobble stoned streets, lined with electric lighting poles and lights is depicted.

At ground level and running through the streets shows the sophisticated technology they possess, yet an ancient look and style of dress and way of life.  The viewer sees metal workers laboring in factories, wagons carrying an abundance of food from the fields to the city center.  Children are seen playing and running through the streets without a care in the world. Even fountains can be seen showing an elaborate network of fresh water running throughout the city and into homes.

Slowly making way through the streets of Atlantis and arriving at the central hill.  On top of the hill is a large palace complex with a giant gold statue on the near the edge of the cliff overlooking the city.  The statue is what we think of as the image of Poseidon (actually an Alien Tretaab Leader) riding a chariot pulled, by winged horses. The palace complex shows massive construction capability and the use of architectural technology.  The complex has many buildings rising 10 stories high, with a large central courtyard containing lush plants, lush green grass and massive fountains.

The focus becomes centered on one window on the 5th floor of one of the 10 story towers and moves in until the screen is filled with the window and hallway inside the building can be seen.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 5TH FLOOR – MID DAY

Inside the tech center building and flying down a long hallway with electric lighting and power operated doors as the view continues up elaborate staircases to the next level.

Technology workers are shown making adjustments to larger powered computer-like structures along the hallway of the second level as one of the doors in the hallway opens automatically.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 6TH FLOOR MAIN ROOM – MID DAY

Inside the room, technicians are shown working on something on top of a lighted table with wires running to various other large machines.  The room lighting is flickering as the technicians are shown wearing protective goggles due to the extremely bright lighting coming from the device on the table as it seems to be being loaded with some kind of data.

The lights return to normal as the technicians take off their goggles and begin unhooking the wires from the device on the lighted table.

A door inside the main room suddenly opens as several Atlantean Council Leaders are shown talking and arguing as they walk into the main room.  They all stop abruptly and look at the main technician in the room near the lighted table.

                              TINOM

                        (Looking at the main technician.)

                  Was the loading of the codes successful?

The main technician looks back at the council leaders and nods with a yes.

                              TINOM

                        (Turning back to the other council members.)

Alright council leaders, enough arguing.  The process is completed now.  Since we are not in agreement on the time for deployment, let us ask the council leader for his opinion and agree to follow his wisdom.

The council members all nod their heads and look at each other in agreement.

                              TINOM

                  Silideon?

The Sr. council leader walks up to the other council members standing in the main room as they all bow slightly in reverence.

Silideon looks at the council members.

                              SILIDEON

                  Are you all in agreement that my advice will be followed?

Nodding yes and looking at each other, the council members look back to the wise Silideon.

                              SILIDEON

Alright then…  The father of the chosen guardian of the Oracle will then select the time for departing us.

The council members immediately start arguing with one another again.

                              SILIDEON

                        (Interrupting them angrily.)

Enough!  There is no longer time for this.  The time draws near for the Tretaab’s to arrive.

Silideon pauses and looks at each of them as they settle down.

                              SILIDEON

The end is near.  Tinom…

Tinom lowers his head briefly showing emotion at what he now has to do.  He looks at one of the technicians standing next to the lighted table where the Oracle is.

                              TINOM

                  Simeon…  Come here son.

Simeon takes off his technician hood and coveralls and walks over to his father standing with the other council members.

                              SIMEON

                  Yes father?

                              TINOM

                  It is time…

Just then a loud explosion is heard and the entire building shakes as everyone in the room begins screaming and heading for exits.

                              TINOM

                  Son, you must go NOW!

                              SILIDEON

                        (Talking to the technicians.)

                  Prepare the sphere and deploy it immediately!

Tinom gathers the council members and directs them out of the main room.  Several of others help the elder Silideon to move more quickly.

Additional explosions are heard outside the building as it shakes even more violently.

EXT. IN THE STREETS OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

People are shown running through the streets in a panic as Tretaab ships are shown swooping down on them and firing their weapons.

Tretaab warriors are shown hacking down people in the streets with their weapons.

A Tretaab warrior is shown steeling the DNA strand from an Atlantean boy.

Explosions and screaming are heard all around.

INT. INSIDE THE TECH CENTER BUILDING, 6TH FLOOR MAIN ROOM – MID DAY

As explosions and chaos can be heard outside the building, Simeon grabs the device from the lighted table and hurries over to a black oval pad on the floor in the corner of the room.

Several technicians are shown entering information into computers and flicking switches on consoles.

Simeon looks over to a table next to the pad where an eagle feather is shown.  He runs over to the table and grabs it, then heads back to the black pad.  Simeon looks over at the technicians running the systems as he sits down in the middle of the black pad on the floor

                              TECHNICAN 1

Systems are powered and ready…  On your mark Simeon.

Just then Simeon looks at his father who is turning around to look at his son.  They stare at each other as the exit door suddenly closes, shutting his father out of the room and breaking their connection forever.

Suddenly another explosion rocks the building and blows a hole in the side of the main room.

                              SIMEON

                  NOW!

The technicians hit buttons and flick switches as a wind up sound is heard.  Watching the controls the technicians seem to be waiting for something.

                              SIMEON

                  NOW!  Do it now!

Yelling back to Simeon to be heard over the explosions and winding sound of the equipment.

                              TECHNICAN 1

(Pointing up at the control panel light that is still off.)

                  It is not completely charged!

                              SIMEON

                  I said do it now or it will be too late!

Suddenly the light turns on and the technician flips the last switch.  Simeon is immediately wrapped in an enormous semi-transparent blue sphere.

With a very loud bang, the sphere flies off the floor and crushes through the room wall and up into the air at a very high rate of speed.

Simeon is heard yelling as it disappears out of the lab.

EXT. IN THE STREETS OF ATLANTIS – MID DAY

The slaughter on the city is shown continuing as several of the Tretaab warriors hear the bang and look up to see the sphere crash out of the lab wall and swoosh loudly as it speeds into invisibility up in the sky.

FADE OUT

EXT. THE ENTRANCE OF THE WARM SPRINGS INDIAN RESERVATION – AFTERNOON

The camera pans down from the sign reading “Warm Springs Indian Reservation” hanging over the roadway to focus under the sign and down the long dusty road as “2010” flashes on the screen.

EXT. SIM’S MOTHERS BACKYARD – AFTERNOON

The family is playing in the backyard, preparing for a BBQ.

Two young boys are playing catch with their 29-year-old brother, Sim.

Mother comes out the back screen door using her foot to push it open because her hands are full.  She is carrying a large wooden platter containing chips and dips in one hand and a bunch of canned soda’s in the other as she struggles.

MOTHER

Can I get some help here boys?

The young brothers run to help the mother on the back steps as the youngest child grabs a few of the soda’s and one of the others grads the platter from their mother.

The oldest son, Sim walks over to the run down picnic table and sits on top of it with his feet down on the seat, then grabs a chip and chomps it in his mouth as he opens a soda.

MOTHER

Sim, are you going to fix the fence this weekend like you have promised me for a year now.

Sim’s youngest brother begins giggling.

SON 2

Sim can’t fix anything unless it plugs into the wall.

                              SIM

                  How bout I fix you.  Huh?

Sim leans over as he begins tickling the younger boys and chases them from the table.

MOTHER

I will be fixing all of you if I don’t get my fence fixed before the new cow gets here next week…

MOTHER

                        (Looking at Sim with a pitiful look)

Sim, I really need that taken care of sweetie.  Can you do it this weekend?

Sim stops chasing the boys.  Breathing heavily, he looks back at his mother.

                              SIM

My final paper is due next week mom.  I have to get it finished…  This is really important.

MOTHER

                        (getting agrivated)

You should have thought about that a year ago when you promised me you would fix it then. Just because you have more degrees and education than anyone else in this family, does not mean you are too smart to help your mother.  You know, your father would have…

SIM

(interrupting her)

Ok, ok mom.  I will do it this weekend.

Mother looks at Sim with a look of disbelief.

SIM

I said I will do it!

Mother grins slightly then gets back to preparing the food.

Sim and the younger children begin playing and chasing each other again.

FADE OUT

INT. INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE IN THE SPARE ROOM – EARLY EVENING

Sim is going through tribal documents and artifacts that were his fathers as Mother is putting the younger boys to bed.

MOTHER

                        (Walking into the spare room)

Sim, what are you doing in here sweetie?

                              SIM

                        (Kneeling in front of his Dad’s old recliner looking at Tribal art)

When you referenced Dad earlier today it really got me thinking.  I have been so busy with my schooling and all since Dad died, I really haven’t been in touch with the tribe and our history.  Can you tell me about Dad and the Tribe?

MOTHER

                        (Sitting down next to Sim)

Your father and his ancestors inhabited these lands for many centuries.  As a matter of fact when he got really sick, the only thing he talked about over and over was the early days and the oracle legend passed down from his great grandfather.

                              SIM

                  Oracle?

MOTHER

                        (Pointing at the tribal artwork in Sim’s hands)

See…  Here…  The Oracle legend passed down from our ancestors said that thousands of years ago our tribe was visited by a shaman from another time and place. He foretold of other worlds and civilizations and the end of the current age.

                              SIM

                  But how come Dad never shared this with us?

MOTHER

Ah, but he did Sim. You are a direct descendant of this Shaman.  His name was Simeon.  That is who you were named after.

                              SIM

                        (looking very solemn and emotional)

Do you think it would be ok if I took some of this stuff…  Just for a while?

MOTHER

(Walking over to a feather hanging on the wall and handing it to Sim)

Of course you can honey.  But your father wanted you to have a few things when you were ready.

                              SIM

A feather?  Mom, we all have Eagle feathers as a part of our right of passage.

MOTHER

This is not just any feather Sim. This is said to be the Eagle feather brought to our tribe by your namesake…  Simeon.

Mother walks over to a desk in the room and opens a drawer.  Pulling out a very old notebook, she dusts it off and carries it to where Sim is sitting and kneels down in front of him.

MOTHER

This was your great grandfather’s notebook Sim. You may find it interesting…

FADE OUT

INT.  LECTURE HALL, PORTLAND COMMUNITY COLLEGE – FRIDAY

The final lecture on deep computer science technology.

The camera pans the students, as the dull droning of the professor is heard in the background.

The camera stops on a close up of Sim and his buddy John as John

JOHN

                        (Leaning over to Sim to whisper.)

What are we going to do Saturday?

                              SIM

I don’t know what you are doing, but I am going to be working on the reservation.

JOHN

Come ON!  You are kidding right?  This is our last weekend before we finish the rest of the education we will ever do again in our life!

                              SIM

John, you will not be learning anymore, that’s for sure…  I have to repair the fence for Mom this weekend…  I promised her.

                              JOHN

                        (Looks at Sim with a disgusted look)

                              SIM

                        (Speaking sternly)

Do YOU want to tell her I am going to go out and party with you instead of help her like I promised?

                              STUDENT

(Turning around to look at John and Sim as if to say shut up)

                              JOHN

(Looking back at the student harshly, then leaning in closer to Sim and whispering.)

No way Sim…  Go and help your mother this weekend…  She scares me.

                              SIM

                        (Laughing)

That’s right!  She could kick both our asses…

JOHN

(Laughing and then leaning back over to whisper to Sim)

Ya, and both of us at the same time too!

                              PROFESSOR

(Passing back and forth and continuing to drone on in front of the class)

JOHN

What about tonight then?

                              SIM

What about it?

                              JOHN

At least let’s play some pool or something…  Grab a beer…

                              SIM

                        (Looking at John impatiently)

We will see…  I still have to put the finishing touches on my final paper…  I will let you know, ok?

                              PROFESSOR

                        (Continuing to drone on in front of the class)

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM IN HIS CAR DRIVING HOME FROM CLASS – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim driving home from class as he rounds a corner and gets stuck at a stop light.

                              SIM

(Looking around impatiently for the light to change green, looking across the intersection at the convention center building and begins to zone out as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on his car stereo..)

Sigh…

Still tapping on the steering wheel the shot focuses his view on the sign out in front of the Portland Convention Center.

International Genetic Science Association Conference – Honoring Cynthia Beckman

                              SIM

                        (Talking to himself sarcastically.)

 Now, that looks like a lot of fun…

The light turns green as Sim turns up the music volume and steps on the gas.

EXT.  SIM’S APARTMENT COMPLEX PARKING LOT – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim pulls into the front entrance of his apartment complex, then rolling over a speed bump and rounding the corner of his building toward his parking space.

He begins to swing into his space without paying attention, as if from memory when he suddenly slams on the breaks.

Out the front windshield you see that his crazy neighbor Rufus has left his bike in the middle of Sim’s spot again.

With his music still blaring; he angrily opens his door and hops out of the car walks up to the bike, grabs the handlebars and moves the bike into the bike racks next to his space.

                              SIM

                        (Shaking his head and grinning)

                        Rufus…

Sim jumps back in his car and quickly pulls all the way into his spot.  As he opens the door, he reaches in the back seat and grabs his large backpack and slowly drags it out of the car.  As Sim gets his keys and everything together and shuts the car door his crazy neighbor Rufus is heard in the background behind him, then shown walking toward him wearing an alien T-shirt and a funky hat with tentacles.

                              RUFUS

                        (Complaining loudly.)

Sim, you are not supposed to touch my bike, I told you are not supposed to touch It… It destroys the communication, I told you.

                              SIM

Ok, ok Rufus, but I had to move it.  You were in my spot again…

                              RUFUS

But you ruined the transmission!

                              SIM

                        (Rolling his eyes and turning his head away.)

Transmission of what Rufus?

                              RUFUS

With the Aliens…

                              SIM

You know there is no such thing as aliens Rufus.

Finishing his sentence he turns and walks toward his apartment door, unlocks it and starts to go in.  Sim turns back to look at Rufus as Rufus begins to rant and rave loudly in the background as Sim walks through his door.

                              RUFUS

(Still looking at where Sim had been standing.)

You think you are so smart, just cause you’re an associate and a bachelor and are soon to be a master of the third degree!!!!!!

INT.  SIM’S APARTMENT – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim shuts his apartment door as he turns to face into the room, taking a deep breath and shaking his head. He flicks on the light switch next to the door and walks into the apartment and throws his keys onto the kitchen table and takes off his enormously heavy backpack and plops it on the floor.

Sim slowly makes his way into the kitchen and holds the refrigerator door open as he reaches in to grab a bottle of water and takes a big drink.  He wipes his mouth with his shirt sleeve and puts the bottle away.  Still standing in front of the refrigerator with the door still open his eyes catch his answering machine on the kitchen counter, displaying 4 messages.  He slams the door to the refrigerator as his hand hits the button to play the message.  The tape rewinding is heard as Sim begins to roam the apartment picking up around the living room when the machine beeps…

GREG

Sim!  Greg

                              JOHN

(Yelling in the background of the message)

And John!

GREG

John tells me your mommy won’t let you go out Saturday.

JOHN

(Yelling in the background of the message again)

Party!

GREG

                        (Talking to John, then back to Sim in the message)

Shut up man…   Anyway, we are gonna go out and play some pool and party tonight if you can make it…  Seven o’clock at The Ram…  Be there!

Sim still moving around the apartment picking up dirty clothes and dishes, he makes his way back to the machine and presses the button again as it BEEPS.

                              PROFESSOR BELL

                        (In a nerdy quiet voice.)

Sim?  This is Professor Bell …  I am still waiting, to get your thesis revisions.  I need them no later than Monday, remember…  Umm  ok, goodbye.

Making his way back to the counter he makes a few notes on a scratch pad as he sighs and presses the button again and stands at the counter – BEEP

                              SUSAN

Hi Sim, it’s Susan.  Remember we are still on for studying tomorrow morning.  I am not letting you bail out on me again.  You said you would help me…  I will pick you up at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow…  Oh, by the way, I need you to go with me to something before…  It’s…  Well, just dress nice, ok?  And NO t-shirts…  Ok, 9:00 a.m. remember…  Thanx Sim.

As the machine BEEPS again, Sim opens the fridge again as if looking for something he wants but can’t remember what it was.

                              JOHN

Sim, Susan called and asked me to bring you a clean dress shirt for something tomorrow morning.  What is that about?

SIM

                        (Talking to himself.)

Oh, that’s just great.  Who does she think she is… my wife?

Message 4 continues as Sim is talking to himself and still in front of the fridge holding the door open.

JOHN

I thought you guys were just friends?  Anyway, call if your laundry looks like usual.

(BEEP)  As the Answering machine voice says – “You have no more messages…”

SIM

Thank God!

Sim turns to look into his bedroom across the hall from the kitchen and focuses on a huge pile of laundry on the floor.  He grabs a diet Pepsi from the fridge and closes it.  He slides an open bag of potato chips toward him on the counter as he carries them to the living room and plops down on the couch.  He sets down his drink on the coffee table, grabs the remote control and turns on the TV.

Looking at the TV, he surfs through the channels then stops abruptly as he comes across the Discovery Channel that is showing a documentary on Roswell and aliens.  He watches for a moment and his face begins to look serious.  He sits up slightly and glances toward the front window to look outside where Rufus can still be seen pacing back and forth and bantering on while messing with his bike.  Sim grins slightly, then begins channel surfing again.

The camera pans Sim’s living room, then kitchen, then to the den area where his computers and elaborate technology reside, which shows how savvy he is with computer technology while in the background Sim’s continued channel surfing can still be heard.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE DOOR OF THE RAM BAR – NIGHT 7:30 PM

Music can be heard billowing outside the bar door as someone opens the door to go inside, it gets louder.

Sim pulls in and parks in an open spot right near the front door.

INT.  INSIDE THE RAM BAR – NIGHT 7:30 PM

Sim walks in the front door of the extremely busy bar as the music is blaring and there are people everywhere.  Sim sheepishly looks around for his buddy’s and slowly moves forward into the bar.

John and Greg are shown by a pool table trying to catch Sim’s eye when Sim finally sees them.  Greg leans over and takes a shot on the pool table as Sim walks up to the two of them as they greet each other.

JOHN

What’s up brother?

                              GREG

                        (Punching Sim in the arm.)

Hey you made it.  We had a bet…

Greg looks toward John and holds out his hand.  John reaches in his pocket and hands Greg a $20 dollar bill.

John walks over to the table next to where they were playing pool and grabs a cold beer then turns around and holds it up at Sim.

JOHN

I got you a beer man.

Sim grabs it from John and takes a big swig, as Greg speaks.

GREG

                        (Looking at Sim.)

Come on let’s play…  You wanna break?

John begins to wrack the balls as Sim grabs a pool cue and readies to break.  As Sim hits the cue ball and breaks, the scene ends.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE RAM BAR – LATE NIGHT

It is later in the night and the three friends are now sitting around the table next to where they had been playing pool.

The bar is mostly empty now and much quieter.

JOHN

So Sim.  What are your plans?  Next week you finally accomplish all of the education you set out to do.

                              SIM

(Looking down at his beer in a stare, then back up at John and Greg.)

I am not really sure man…  I mean, I feel I should do something really big, ya know?  But then again there is the reservation and my family’s heritage

            SIM

(Looking back down at his beer as he fidgets with the condensation on the side of the glass)

But you know, some of the technology I am working on is unheard of and can really be huge.

                              JOHN

Well, your tribe and the reservation was everything to your father Sim.

Sim lifts his glass slowly and takes a drink

JOHN

I know you are getting recruiting letters from every major tech company in North America, but there is more than just success.  Think about the tribe.

                              SIM

John, you know what the tribe and my heritage meant to my father and my ancestors.  I’m just not sure it is what I am meant for.  I want something more in life.

                              GREG

Ok, ok guys this is getting a bit too serious.  Let me lay it out for you…

John is going to stay home all day drinking beer, probably playing video games.  I suspect bartending or busing tables for a living at night, while I try my best to act like I know what I am doing in Dad’s company.

And Sim…  Our resident genius here is going to invent something to save the world, catch the most beautiful girl and make more money than Bill Gates.

The three of them are laughing and high five-ing each other.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S BEDROOM – 8:57 AM SATURDAY

The screen is black for 3 seconds as you hear pounding on a door.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

The blackness slowly begins to become light in Sim’s bedroom as the knocks become louder and harder.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding harder on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

As the shot becomes completely lighted, Sim is shown lying in bed with the sun shinning through his bedroom window.  Sim is lying on his back squinting his eyes from the bright morning light as he tries to gain consciousness the knocks become even louder and harder.

SUSAN

                        (Pounding even harder on Sim’s front door.)

Knock, knock, knock.

Sim rolls to his side to look at the clock, which is displaying 8:58 am as Susan is now heard yelling from outside the front door.

SUSAN

SIM???? Knock, knock, knock.

As Sim becomes awake enough to realize the time, he abruptly swings the sheets off of himself and jumps out of bed in his underwear and T-shirt.

SIM

(Scrambling out of his bedroom toward the front door.)

Shit!

From a view outside the front door over Susan’s shoulder as it opens and Sim is standing there in his underwear barely awake.

SUSAN

                        (Barging into the apartment past Sim.)

Oh my God!  I did say 9:00 didn’t I?

With his hand still on the doorknob, groggy and dazed, he watches her flying into the apartment; he shuts the door and turns around to watch Susan walking through the kitchen toward his bedroom door.

Susan rushes into Sim’s bedroom and stumbles over the pile of laundry on the floor as she heads for his closet and reaches for the door to open it; Susan opens the closet doors and begins pulling out clothes as Sim slowly appears in the bedroom doorway she begins holding different shirts up in front of Sim to see how they might look on him.

                              SUSAN

No…  No…  Not gonna work…  No…

She finds a pair of slacks and shirt she approves of and shoves them in his face.

SUSAN

Here, put this on…

She moves him out of her way as he watches her silently in the bedroom doorway and walks out of the bedroom.

Dazed, Sim looks down at the clothes in his hands as Susan sticks her head back in the door.

SUSAN

                        (Speaking angrily as she slams his bedroom door)

NOW SIM!  We are gonna be late!

                              SIM

                        (Talking to under his breath.)

                  I swear this woman thinks she is my mother…

SUSAN

I’m waiting!

                              SIM

(Starting to get dressed and speaking under his breath again.)

                  Or my wife…

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SUSAN’S CAR – 9:36 AM

Sim is sitting in the passenger seat looking out the passenger side window.

                              SIM

                        (Looking at Susan in mid-sentence.)

Are you going to tell me why I have to be dressed up in order to help you study so you don’t fail next week?

                              SUSAN

(Honking the horn and yelling at a slow driver passing them.)

                  Here in the states green means go!  You Idiot!

Susan goes around the slow driver then looks at Sim and speaks calmly.

                              SUSAN

I just need to make one stop and I want you with me so I am not there by myself.  It looks bad.

She looks at the road, then back at Sim and smiles.  She then looks down at the car clock which is displaying 9:36.

SUSAN

Damnit!  We’re LATE!

Susan pulls into a packed parking lot and finds a spot along the back wall.  She quickly pulls into it.  Susan hurriedly shuts off the engine and pulls the keys out of the ignition and quickly opens her door.  She rushes out of the car, dropping things out of the car door and scrambles to pick them up.  As she puts the debris back into the car she bends down to look at Sim because he is moving slowly and not yet out of the car…

SUSAN

(In an annoyed tone.)

Come on Sim, we are late!

As Susan locks the doors, Sim rounds the back of the car.  She grabs his arm and forcibly makes him trot along with her toward the building.  As they round the side of the building heading for the front doors, from the parking lot Sim notices the sign he saw the other day on the banner board of the convention center.

“International Genetic Science Association Conference – Honoring Cynthia Beckman”.

SIM

You have GOT to be kidding me Susan…

INT.  INSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER – 9:40 AM

Susan tugs Sim inside the front doors and into the empty foyer of the convention center and the two of them walk through the doors and look around the empty foyer to figure out where to go.

SUSAN

Come on!  She’s an alumnus…

At the entrance to one of the theater doors, Susan hands an usher her pass and he opens the door for the two of them.

As they enter the theater, they are shown quietly going down the isle as Susan is looking down rows for the best seats still available.

Talking from the podium can be heard but is not understandable.  As they finally find seats and inch down a row of annoyed people, they reach two open seats and sit down as the MC announces…

MC

I give you, Miss Cynthia Beckman…

The crowd erupts in polite and professional applause as slowly they begin to stand while they clap.

Susan stands up and tugs Sim’s shirt so he will join her and the rest of the crowd.  Susan continues clapping, focused on the stage as Sim is shown be polite, but paying no attention and onviously not happy to be there..

SUSAN

She is brilliant… She’s my research scientist chief…  She’s a leader in my field of study…

As the audience begins to be seated, Dr. Beckman is shown standing at the podium smiling and thanking the crowd.

Sim tries to peer around the crowd to get a glimpse of Dr. Beckman at the podium as Susan leans over to whisper to Sim.

SUSAN

And…

Sim gets a view through the crowd to see the Dr. and interrupts Susan.

                              SIM

                        (Interrupting her.)

And beautiful!

Susan elbows SIM in the ribs as they focus their attention back to the podium, while the crowd stops clapping and silence fills the room in anticipation of Cynthia speaking.

Cynthia finishes thanking the crowd as the applause cease and begins her presentation, using a ton of scientific genetic terms about her research and DNA, pointing up at an overhead display.

CYNTHIA

In short…  We now believe that we are seeing significant differences of DNA structures in some race populations around the world.

Sim and Susan are seen watching intently as Cynthia walks back to the display screen to point.

                              CYNTHIA

(Pointing to the DNA strand image on the screen.)

There seems to be some kind of modification to the bottom of the helix in this area here.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Walking back to the podium.)

We hope to know more later this year and will be able to announce definitive findings at that time.

As she continues with her presentation to the crowd and her audible voice fades to the background, two Military Officers are shown in the audience that look at each other then focus back to Dr. Beckman still talking.

As she wraps up her comments and thanks the audience they begin to applaud and stand to honor her once again.

FADE OUT

INT.  OUTSIDE THE THEATER IN THE FOYER OF THE CONVENTION CENTER – 10:30 AM

Cynthia is holding a press conference and answering questions about her discoveries.  The two military officers are shown standing and watching from the back of the crowd of on-lookers.

Susan and Sim are shown making their way out of the theater, through the crowd and toward where Cynthia is.  Sim looks over at Susan.

SIM

                        (Speaking sarcastically.)

Man!  That was exciting Susan…  I can’t imagine spending 4 more years with that kind of stuff like you are going to have to.

Susan looks back at Sim as they continue to walk.

                              SUSAN

                        (Responding sarcastically)

Thanks for being a good friend and supporting me Sim.

They turn to their left and make their way to the doors and exit the convention center.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE CONVENTION CENTER AT SUSAN’S CAR – 10:30 AM

Sim and Susan are shown in the parking lot just as they are reaching the car, while Susan begins to unlock her door.

SIM

So what now what?  Watching paint dry in the campus cafeteria?

Susan opens her door and gets in then reaches across to unlock the passenger door for Sim.  Sim opens the door to get in as she looks up at him from inside.

SUSAN

                        (With a big grin on her face.)

No…  Now you make me smart by next week so I don’t flunk my finals!

Susan starts the car as Sim gets in the car, shaking his head and putting on his seatbelt.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING – AFTERNOON

Inside of Cynthia’s office reception area the receptionist (Jenny) is shown sitting near the door at her desk next to the two large glass entry doors taking calls and working.

A very tired Cynthia can be seen through the glass doors as she steps out of the elevator just outside the doors in the hallway as the doors of the elevator open and she walks quickly to open the glass door to her office.  She blows through the big glass doors and grabs her messages off the desk as she zips past her receptionist.

JENNY

I heard it went good…

Cynthia continues walking through the reception area toward the door that leads to the lab as she responds.

CYNTHIA

Cavemen and Scientists Jenny…  Cavemen and scientists…

Jenny swivels her chair to follow Cynthia, smiling at her comment.  She stops abruptly as she remembers something urgent just when Cynthia reaches the lab door at the back of the reception area.

JENNY

By the way!

Cynthia stops and turns back to Jenny to listen.

                              JENNY

Suits in your office…

Cynthia leans on the lab door as she rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, then quickly turns back to the door and pushes through.

CYNTHIA

Great…

As Cynthia goes through the lab door her entire staff is assembled facing the lab door she is coming through.  There are balloons and a big sign saying “Congratulations!” with and cake, punch and streamers.  As she walks through the door, they all yell loudly and clap.

STAFF

Surprise!!!

Cynthia sighs, looking very surprised, yet trying to be gracious.  As they continue clapping, she smiles really big as they all surround her to shake her hand and tell her what a great job she did, etc.

As she politely but abruptly makes her way through the crowd, shaking hands and thanking everyone, she reaches the door to her office.  The large crowd of her staff moves with her toward her office.

She reaches her office door, stops and turns back to them as they are shown continuing to clap and offer praises as she tries to get them to stop politely.

CYNTHIA

Thank you…

CYNTHIA

(She holds up her hand to get them to stop and talks more sternly.)

THANK YOU…

The staff quiets and tightly gathers closely around her as if they are waiting for her to make a speech or something.

CYNTHIA

It is all of us that made this possible.

The staff is shown looking proud and confident as she continues.

CYNTHIA

I appreciate all of the hours and hard work that each of you put in that contributed to the discoveries we have made and the many more we will make together in the future.

Now…  It’s Saturday…  Everyone take the day off!

The staff begins to cheer and immediately disperse in order to begin gathering their things and shut down computers as Cynthia quickly turns and slips into her office door.

INT.  INSIDE OF CYNTHIA’S PRIVATE OFFICE – AFTERNOON

Cynthia is shown closing the door to her private office facing the door as she shuts the door behind her using her back and leans on the door as it closes as she looks to her right.

The two military officers from the conference are shown sitting on her office couch, when they suddenly stand up.

Cynthia looks at them, then walks to her desk with a bit of an attitude and sets her messages and brief case down on top of her desk and circles around to behind her desk as she starts to speak.

CYNTHIA

When she said there were suits in my office, she did not say they had neat little shinny buttons and pins on them…

She reaches her chair and sits down.

CYNTHIA

What can I do for you gentleman?

Officer Leopold walks toward the front of her desk with his hand out to shake hers across her desk.

LEOPOLD

I am Brigadier General Leopold and this is Lieutenant Spector.

Spector follows Leopold as they arrive in front of her desk.

SPECTOR

                        (Nodding a polite hello with a southern accent.)

Ma’am…

Cynthia just looks at the two of them with her arms folded, showing no intention of shaking their hands.

                              LEOPOLD

We are from the pentagon Dr. Beckman, and we are here to ask you for your help.

Leopold points to the guest chairs in front of her desk.

LEOPOLD

May we?

Cynthia gestures to the two quest chairs in front of her desk as if to say you won’t leave so you might as well have a seat.

The officers sit down in front of her as Cynthia starts speaking.

CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sternly.)

Gentleman, when I started this gig it was not to come up with a way to kill more and more people, ever so efficiently.  I do what I do in order to HELP mankind, not make war more effective and easy for the likes of you.  But of course that is something you two would probably not understand.

LEOPOLD

Listen Dr. Beckman, we are not here for weapons development matters…  We are here for something completely different.

CYNTHIA

                        (Raising her eyebrow and speaking sarcastically.)

And just what might that be?

Leopold looks at Spector and nods a go ahead.  Officer Spector stands up and sets a black briefcase on Cynthia’s desk and slowly opens it.

Cynthia looks at the two officers.

Officer Spector then pulls out a file folder that is stamped with “Classified” across the cover and tosses it on her desk in front of her as she looks down at the file.

Spector closes the briefcase and sits back down.

Cynthia looks back up at the officers and slowly grabs the file folder without taking her eyes off of them.  She slowly opens the folder flat on her desk then looks down.

On top of the papers in the opened folder is a newspaper article from the Roswell incident.  She flips to the next page to see a black and white picture of what appears to be a crashed flying saucer.  She shuts the folder abruptly.

CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking angrily.)

Is this some kind of sick joke?

                              SPECTOR

There is no joke ma’am.

                              LEOPOLD

Your country needs you ma’am…  In fact, the entire world needs you.

Leopold pauses momentarily, and then continues.

                              LEOPOLD

We were instructed to leave the file with you…

Cynthia looks back down at the file, then back up to Leopold in awe.

LEOPOLD

Everything you need to know is all in there.

The officers begin to stand up and proceed to the door to leave.

                              CYNTHIA

So, everything I need to know about what is in here?  You expect me to read about little green Martians and you just leave?

What next?  Scotty beams me up and Spoc and Jim buy me drinks?

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Shaking her head in disgust.)

This is nuts!

LEOPOLD

Read the material ma’am.

Officer Spector opens as Leopold turns back to Cynthia.

                              LEOPOLD

You are not authorized to speak with anyone about this or show any of that classified information to anyone.

We will be in touch…

Cynthia stands up as they walk out her office door.

CYNTHIA

Wait!!!!  You can’t just…  Wait a second…  What am I supposed to do with this crazy information?

The officers close the door behind them.

Cynthia is shown sitting there dumbfounded and all alone as she opens the file and begins to thumb through the first two pages again.  She closes the file with a slam and looks around the room, then reopens it and lifts it off her desk and sits back down in her chair.  Pulling the file to her lap, she begins to quickly shuffle through several of the pages.

Looking over her shoulder down at the file, she is shown coming across what looks to be the inside of a space craft.  She lifts the photo from the file to get a closer look, then sets it back down again.  Just as she is about to pick up the next document, she grabs the previous one again and holds it up frantically.

She swivels her chair toward the window behind her and holds it up to the light as she stands up as she zooms in to a spot inside the craft.  What appears to be a DNA strand seems to be depicted on the inside wall of the craft, which shows something like a hook at the bottom.

She plops back down in her chair and swivels around to face her desk again with a blank look on her face.  She scoots into her desk and puts her head in her hands.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – SATURDAY AFTERNOON

From Sim’s mother’s front porch looking out toward the front yard, Sim is shown driving into the shot as he drives right onto the front yard (there is no actual driveway) and stops.  As the engine shuts off he opens the door and gets out.  He closes the door and looks up to the front porch.

SIM

Hey munchkin.

Sim’s little brother is shown sitting on a porch swing hanging from the roof of the porch.

BROTHER 2

Mom is not here.

SIM

(Leaning back on the fender of his car and looking up at his little brother on the porch.)

Where is she?

BROTHER 2

                        (shruging his shoulders.)

Doesn’t matter.

SIM

                        (looking down to the ground laughing then back up to the porch.)

Why doesn’t it matter?

Sim’s youngest brother walks out of the front screen door talking.

BROTHER 1

When she left she said she was gonna kill you.

Sim looks up at his brothers with a grin, then back to brother 1 as he finishes.

BROTHER 1

Cause you weren’t here fixing the fence.

Sim flinches as if he was gonna chase the boys.  They scream and run across the porch and open the screen door and dash inside to get away.

Sim is shown smiling as he walks to the back of his car and opens the trunk and starts grabbing junk from out of his trunk and tossing it into a pile near the house.  The junk starts to pile up as the camera pans to the pile that looks as if it had been in his trunk for his entire college career.

Sim walks around the right side of the car toward a tattered shed in the front yard, ahead of where he parked on the lawn.  He throws the door of the shed open and gathers a shovel, gloves and other items and carries the tools and supplies to his trunk and dumps them in the trunk, then Sim closes it and the shot fades to black inside the trunk.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – AFTERNOON

In a field bordered by a forest far from Sim’s mother’s house where a run down part of a fence is shown as Sim’s car drives into the shot and stops near the fence.

The fence is shown very worn and in significant disrepair as Sim gets out of his car looking tired and filthy as he had obviously been working for sometime on other parts of the property.  He opens the trunk and begins to unload the tools and lay them near the fence as the mid-day sun beats down on him with tremendous heat.  He looks up into the sky squinting and wipes sweat from his forehead.

Sim grabs a shovel and begins to dig out a damaged fence post.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim is shown hammering a fence crossbeam into place on a different part of the run down fence.  Once it is fit and fastened into place, he grabs the shovel and walks to the very next fence post where he begins pulling another rotted and broken fence post out of the ground.

Tugging hard on the rotted post, he falls on his butt with a loud grunt.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – LATE AFTERNOON

Sim is shown pulling up to yet another damaged portion of the fence.  He is shown stopping and getting out of his car very slowly and shuffling to the back of the car and opening the trunk.  He begins removing the tools from his trunk again and carries the shovel over to another part of the dilapidated fence and slowly starts digging.

Sim looks down where another post should be, but it is completely gone where he is about to start digging and has rotted at the base and needs to be completely dug out.  With a deep sigh he begins to dig around where the post should be in order to dig it out and replace it.

Sim still digging this terribly difficult post out, it appears he has been at it for a while.  His body and clothes are showing the results of the heat and hard work.

Showing a close up of the ground where he is digging, Sim places the shovel to the hole again, preparing to pounce on it and slam it into the ground.  He jumps onto the shovel base to pound it into the hard ground as an odd heavy metallic thud is heard as if he hit something hard with the tip of his shovel in the hole.

Not thinking anything of the thud, Sim rears the shovel up again and lunges it forcefully down into the hole once more, using only his arms, when a much louder and thunderous thud billows out of the hole.

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP DEEP IN SPACE – LATE AFTERNOON

A close up side view of the Tretaab leader in the mother ship as his head snaps to face the camera quickly, as if he somehow heard or felt the thud from Sim’s digging in the hole back on Earth.

T LEADER

                        (Pausing for a moment and looking around.)

The Oracle was just discovered…

Looking toward the Tretaab Warriors also in the mother ship.

T LEADER

I sensed it…

EXT.  DEEP ON SIM’S MOTHERS PROPERTY – EARLY EVENING

Back to showing Sim working on the hole, just after he slammed the shovel into the ground, he drops the shovel out of his hand from the force of the contact with the object in the hole.  Reeling from the force of the shovel flying out of his hands, Sim slowly kneels down next to the hole and begins digging with his hands and pulling dirt out.

He stops abruptly and stares down into the hole, where from over his shoulder down into the hole part of the Oracle object is shown.  Sim begins to dust dirt off the object with his hands, slowly revealing the top of the rectangular rock-like box.  As he continues to dig around the edges with his hands he is finally able to partially pry the Oracle free.

Still kneeling next to the hole, Sim tugs so hard to get the object completely free from the hole that it flies out of the hole, out of his hands and lands on the ground near his car in a cloud of dust.

Sim gets up and walks toward the Oracle lying on the ground, dust still billowing up around it and obscuring the view.  As he reaches the Oracle, he kneels down next to it and leans over to blow remaining dirt off the outside and rubs it with his hand to reveal ancient markings, somewhat familiar tribal symbols and the Mayan calendar.

Sim slowly moves the oracle around on the ground looking at it in amazement, and then looks up and all around his surroundings to make sure nobody saw what he found.  Continuing to dust it off and wipe dirt from the edges, Sim stands up and carries the computer to his car and sets it on the hood.

He quickly moves to the driver’s side door and opens it.  He moves the front seat forward and reaches into the back seat and grabs his large, heavy backpack.  Sim stands up and unzips the main compartment, then leans back inside the car toward the back seat where he begins dumping all of his books and other items contained inside the backpack onto the back seat of the car.

He quickly runs to the front fender and leans over the hood as he lays his bag down and opens it as wide as he can.  He grabs the Oracle off the hood of the car and carefully places it inside the backpack, then hurries with the backpack and his new found treasure, to the driver’s side door, and leans inside to put it on the front passenger seat.

As he slowly backs out of the car and stands he shuts the car door and turns around to lean back on the door and wipes sweat from his forehead with his forearm.  He then looks around with a puzzled look on his face and peers back inside the car at the backpack, amazed at what just happened, what he found and put inside of it.

Sim turns around and walks back to the hole and grabs his shovel to get back to work, stopping after a few seconds to look at his car again pondering as the sun is starting to set.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS LIVING ROOM – DUSK

Sim’s mother is sitting on the couch watching TV.  She looks toward the front door as a car can be heard pulling up in the front yard as car lights penetrate into the room from outside.  The car door slams.  She gets up from the couch and walks to the screen door to look outside where Sim is shown opening his trunk and starts to quickly remove the tools.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – DUSK

Sim’s mother comes out the screen door.

MOTHER

Sim…  Did you finish the fence sweetie?

Sim is shown continuing to hustle to get the remaining supplies and tools out of his car and put away in the shed.

SIM

Yes mom, it’s fixed.

MOTHER

Thank you honey…  Are you coming for dinner tonight?  I am making meatloaf.

Sim closes the shed doors and grumbles to himself quietly.

SIM

Not if I want to live…

Sim turns and looks up at his mother while he walks toward the junk he removed from his trunk earlier and begins shoveling it back into his trunk.

SIM

No mom, I can’t.

Putting the last of his junk back in his trunk, he slams it shut.

SIM

I have stuff to do tonight.

Sim’s mother comes down the steps from the porch and approaches him as he tries to get to the car door before she reaches him.

She softly grabs his face in her hands.

MOTHER

Sim…  I love you sweetie…  You are descended from great men.  You will do great things in this world.

SIM

MOM!

He pushes away with a grin and turns to jump in the car.  He starts the car, turns on the lights and quickly backs out of the yard to leave.  As he begins to drive off he waves.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Holding a large towel, Sim walks from the kitchen to the den, his computer room.  He spreads the towel out neatly on the table then grabs his backpack from off the floor and places it on the table.  He slowly unzips the backpack and pulls the heavy computer out and softly sets it on top of the backpack and sits down at the table in front of the Oracle.

Sim begins wiping the still dusty and dirty Oracle with part of the towel.  He slowly leans down over the Oracle and swiftly blows most of the remaining dirt off the top of the object when all of the sudden the top center of the Oracle lights up and flips open.

SIM

What the?

A soft blue light starts shinning from out of the hole left when the top of the Oracle flipped open.  Slowly rising and spinning out of the hole appears a DNA strand hologram, slowly spinning as it rises from the Oracle until it is entirely visible.  After rising out of the hole in the Oracle and continuing to slowly spin, it then rises a bit more to reveal something at the very bottom of the otherwise normal looking DNA strand, a large hook.

Sim stares in amazement at the hologram, still slowly spinning around.  After a few seconds the blue hologram slowly fades away and the Oracle closes as it is heard winding down and shuts off.  Sim starts rubbing and cleaning it again desperately as he tries to get the Oracle to start up again, without success.

Sim gets up and walks to the wall to turn on the main room light.  Coming back to the table he continues cleaning it, blowing off additional dust and dirt, revealing the symbols on the outside of the computer.  He notices the Mayan calendar, and points out to himself a few of his tribe’s symbols as well.

Sim jumps up and makes his way to his desk and sits down at his computer.  Over his shoulder he is shown logging onto Google and begins typing in a search for Mayan calendar.  Grabbing a pad of paper he begins making notes from the web pages he finds, as he speaks quietly to himself.

                              SIM

The Mayan culture had many sophisticated and advanced capabilities.  Their ability to track the stars and seasons was exceptional.

Looking back over his shoulder behind him, he peers at the Oracle sitting on his table, then back to the computer.  His mouse moves to hover on a link on the page and he clicks on it.  The link takes him to a site with UFO pictures on it that have similar DNA markings and crazy headings and information about aliens.  Closing that window and clicking on another link he comes to a site with a large picture of a Mayan calendar as it fills his screen and he starts reading the text aloud.

SIM

The most intricate item found throughout the Mayan culture was that of their calendar, which oddly ends in the year 2012

Sim pauses, staring at his computer screen in disbelief.

SIM

Without explanation…

Sim swivels his chair around to face the table behind him, as he reaches to slide the Oracle toward him.  He begins to look much more closely at the markings and symbols on the sides of the Oracle, slowly spinning it around.

Remembering his great grandfather’s notebook, he gets up and rummages through a stack of books and items piled on his desk. Finding it, he sits back down in his chair and begins to thumb through it.  Flipping through pages with writing and drawings he comes across many of his tribes symbols and markings, which he compares to the markings on the Oracle.  Many of them are very similar or even exactly matching the Oracles symbols.

Sim grabs his notepad and makes additional notes, the slowly swivels back around to the computer screen, where the Mayan calendar is still shown, as he looks next to the computer screen on the top of his desk where he sees a flyer handout he received at the conference the other day where Dr Beckman had been speaking.

Sim slowly picks up the flyer and raises it to his face, bringing it into full view.

FADE OUT

EXT.  OUTSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – SUNDAY MORNING

Sim’s apartment door opens as he comes running out of the apartment with his backpack over one shoulder and the Dr. Beckman flyer in one hand.  Struggling to to get his keys and lock the front door, he puts the flyer in his mouth and using his now free hand, gets the door locked.  He turns around from the front door, grabs the flyer from his mouth and runs to his car with the incredible weight.

Arriving at the car door and fumbling to unlock it, he opens the door and slowly struggles to gently place the backpack on the passenger seat.  He gets in the car and gently tosses the flyer on the backpack as he shuts the door and starts the engine.

As he quickly backs out of his space, he looks out of the driver side window at Rufus’ bike in the bike rack, then putting the car into drive and speeding through the apartment complex parking lot, not slowing down for any of the speed bumps.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE PARKING LOT – MORNING

Sim is shown flying into the parking lot of Cynthia Beckman’s office and lab.  He quickly pulls into an open spot and abruptly comes to a stop, and shuts off the engine.  Reaching for his backpack, he brushes the flyer from off the top of it and out of the way, then lifts the heavy backpack to his lap and gets out of the car.

Walking swiftly to the front doors of the building, he rushes up to them and enters the building.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE BUILDING FOYER – MORNING

Sim bursts through the doors and stops to get his bearings in the mostly empty foyer of the office building.  Seeing the elevators, he boldly marches toward them, running into someone in his attempt to catch one about to close its doors.

Entering the elevator, he reaches over and presses the fourteenth floor button as the doors shut.

FADE OUT

INT.  OUTSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE DOORS, 14TH FLOOR – MORNING

Just outside Cynthia’s office, the elevator doors are shown opening as Sim steps off the elevator and scans the hall looking for her office.  He notices the glass doors that are right in front of him are what he is looking for and sheepishly moves toward the doors.

INT.  OUTSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S OFFICE DOORS, 14TH FLOOR – MORNING

From just inside the glass office doors, Sim is shown approaching the doors as he tries to peer inside the office reception area to see if anyone was inside, since it was not lighted like a normal business day.

Not seeing anyone inside, Sim begins to knock on them softly.  Continuing to knock, he looks through the big doors for any sign of someone being inside.

SIM

Hello!…  Dr. Beckman?  Hello…

Discouraged, Sim stops knocking and leans his forehead on one of the glass doors, which is unlocked and opens slightly from the weight of his forehead pressing against it.

SIM

                        (Sheepishly walks in the door, calling…)

Hello?  Is anybody here?

Entering the dimly lit reception area, Sim looks around calling and slowly walking all the way to the back near the lab door.

                              SIM

                        (Looking around as he walks.)

                  Hello?

As he notices the lab door at the back of the reception area, he walks toward it and peers through the small window in the door.

From Sim’s view through the small glass window, Cynthia is seen walking from the middle of the lab and then entering her private office.

Sim slowly opens the lab door and hurries across the lab toward Cynthia’s private office.

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S PRIVATE OFFICE – MORNING

Sim sails through the doorway of her office panting hard…

SIM

Dr. Beckman?

Cynthia, standing next to her desk looking at a document, jumps slightly as she is completely startled and scared to death.

CYNTHIA

                        (Breathing heavily with fear.)

You shouldn’t be here!  Who are you?  What do want?

Sim walks toward her slowly.

SIM

I…  I’m sorry…  The front doors were open…  I need your help…

Cynthia moves behind her desk in fear.

CYNTHIA

Who doesn’t?

Sim arrives at the front of her desk.

SIM

Listen, I found something and… and I need your help…

Cynthia grabs her phone.

CYNTHIA

You need to leave right now or I am going to call security.

SIM

But, listen to me.  There is something…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Sim as she holds up her hand to stop him.)

Ok, we will do it your way.

Cynthia reaches down to the phone and dials security, then turns to face away from Sim toward the window behind her desk.

Sim hurriedly swings his backpack off his shoulder and drops it on her desk as he races to unzip it.  He gets the computer out and places it on her desk…

Cynthia turns around slowly to see what he was doing, showing fear on her face.

CYNTHIA

Yes, security?

SIM

                        (In a stern voice.)

Dr. Beckman!

CYNTHIA

Yes, this is Cynthia Beckman.

SIM

                        (Speaking louder.)

Doctor!

CYNTHIA

                        (Looking at Sim in the eye angrily.)

I am on the 14th floor.

Cynthia sits down at her desk still looking at Sim.

SIM

                        (Grabbing her hand and softly but firmly speaks.)

Cynthia…

Cynthia finally takes a look at the Oracle which Sim has placed directly in front of her on top of her desk.  She quietly pans the ancient symbols and Mayan calendar covering it, as the top portion flips up a soft blue begins to glow at the very top as it did in Sim’s apartment before the DNA strand appeared.

The light gets very intense, then slowly softens and disappears as the Oracle is heard winding down and closes back up.

As Cynthia’s mouth drops and she is amazed, the security guard can be heard through the phone, which is now in her hand by her side

SECURITY GUARD

Dr. Beckman?  (pause)  Is everything ok?  (pause) …

Sim looks at her with a look of appeal that she listens to him.

Cynthia still gazing down at the Oracle, she slowly regains her composure, looks up at Sim and slowly lifts the phone to her ear.

SECURITY GUARD

Dr. Beckman, should we…

As the phone reaches her ear she speaks softly and interrupts the security guard.

CYNTHIA

Umm…  Yes…  Yes, everything is ok.  I just wanted to make sure you were working today since I am here alone.

SECURITY GUARD

 Are you sure?  Should we send somebody up?

Sim with a relieved look on his face, points at the Oracle.

CYNTHIA

                        (Attempting to sound normal.)

No, no, no, everything is fine.  Thank you.

Cynthia slowly brings the phone all the way down and hangs it up, then inconspicuously grabs the file left by the Military Officers and slides it off her desk and into a drawer.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – EVENING

Inside Sim’s apartment Cynthia and Sim are sitting at the table with the remains of dinner on it.  The room is dimly lit with candles throughout the apartment in a romantic setting.  They are shown sipping wine as Cynthia looks at Sim…

CYNTHIA

So tell me again…  Where did you get this and for God’s sake what the hell is it?

Taking the last sip of the wine in his glass, Sim stands up and grabs the bottle on the table and pours Cynthia and him another glass.

SIM

I told you…  I was digging on the reservation, while I was trying to fix a fence post…  I hit something with my shovel and there it was…

CYNTHIA

Well it isn’t pretty that’s for sure…

                              SIM

                  Not everything always is pretty.

Sim looks at Cynthia with a grin.

                              SIM

Which brings up a point…  What is such a beautiful woman like you doing working on such boring science in a laboratory?

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sarcastically with a perturbed look on her face.)

Good point!   I suppose I really SHOULD be a dumb blonde and modeling swimsuits or lingerie for Victoria Secrets or something.  I couldn’t possibly be intelligent too.  Huh?

Cynthia looks at Sim with her eyebrow raised, making him very uncomfortable.  He quickly speaks in order to try and fix the situation.

                              SIM

                  No, no, that’s not what meant!

Cynthia smiles really big.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Got ya!

Cynthia winks at Sim as they both begin laughing.  Sim lowers his head in relief, showing his shy side as Cynthia continues.

                              CYNTHIA

Seriously though, I got tired of people looking at me and thinking of me as just a pretty face when I was younger and wanted to do something that proved I am something more than that. Ya know?

                              SIM

                  Well from where I sit, I think you have proved something.

Cynthia smiles and looks Sim in the eye.

                              CYNTHIA

                  And what is that, Sim?

                              SIM

That incredibly smart scientist’s can sometimes also turn out to be extremely sexy as well.

Cynthia looking slightly embarrassed, yet obviously enjoying the compliment, tries to get them off the subject of her.

                              CYNTHIA

Well, Mr. smooth talker.  What is your ambition in life?  Where are your roots?

                              SIM

Roots?  Well, I am a Native American actually.  I grew up on the Warm Springs Reservation.

                              CYNTHIA

I know where that is.  My girlfriends and I used to go up there and buy fireworks and alcohol when we were teenagers.

                              SIM

                  Oh…  She has a wild side too…

                              CYNTHIA

                  Quit it…  Go on…

                              SIM

Well, I don’t want to waste my life on the reservation.  I am finishing my PHD currently and want to develop some technologies that will blow the world away.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Reaching to put her hand on Sim’s, she looks puzzled.)

                  Wait a second…  A gentleman, smart and very cute?  How could this be Sim?

Cynthia smiles big and gives Sim another seductive wink as he grabs her hand and pulls her close and kisses her.  Kissing him back, she squeezes his hand as it gets more passionate.

Sim lifts his hand to the side of Cynthia’s neck as they kiss again and slowly back away from each other looking into one another’s eyes and still holding hands.

                              CYNTHIA

Ummmm…  Ok, well…  You originally asked me to come over here to take a look at some DNA or something this little Oracle of yours is displaying.  Or was this just a ploy to get me over here?

                  Now, what is this thing?

SIM

How should I know?  I thought you could tell me what it is…

                              CYNTHIA

                  Why would I be able to tell you what the heck it is?

SIM

Well, it has what seems to look like your DNA image.  The one that I saw on the big screen at your conference the other day.  It seems to appear and rise out of it somehow.

CYNTHIA

It is not MY DNA image.  I have not published the diagrams or literature about what we have found yet.  Nobody could know what it actually looks like.

SIM

Then who’s or what is it?

As Cynthia starts to speak, she stands up from the table, picking up her dish and placing her used silverware on the plate.  She looks over at the Oracle, which is now sitting on the table in Sim’s computer area.

CYNTHIA

Well, as a part of my research, I found extra genetic material at the bottom of some people’s DNA.  We are not exactly sure what it is or it’s meaning as of yet, but it is something brand new that no one else has discovered yet.

SIM

                        (Looking up at Cynthia standing at the table.)

Well someone did.

SIM

                        (Looking over at the Oracle.)

And from the looks of it, way before you did!

Cynthia starts to clear the table to make more room.  As Sim helps and carries a few dirty dishes to the kitchen with her.

CYNTHIA

So show me what you have found so far.

Sim puts his dishes in the sink and goes over to his den computer area and begins to gather all of the pages he printed from the Internet, his note pad and the Oracle.  He brings them back to the table as Cynthia returns to the table, moving a few remaining items out of the way and sits down.

Sim begins showing her the information he has gathered and the similarity to the images on the Oracle to his tribal markings and his great grandfather’s notebook.

The shots keep fading over the top of one another making it seem they went over everything for a long period of time.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – LATE NIGHT

SIM

This is the oddest part of what I found.  See this?

Sim points to the Mayan calendar depicted on the side of the Oracle.

SIM

Well, check this out.

Sim shuffles through his papers and photo’s to find the printed Mayan calendar picture and documentation he found on the Internet the night before.  He points to the article he printed with his finger, he reads.

SIM

Blah, blah, blah…  Oh here… Their most intricate item found throughout their culture was that of their calendar, which oddly ends in the year 2012, without explanation.  This is the symbol of the Mayan calendar…

CYNTHIA

So is that all you have?  Is that all this thing does is turn on and show the strand and have Mayan calendars and some of your tribal symbols around it?  How do you work it?

SIM

Yes…  I have no idea how it works or what it does.

As both of them are shown sitting at the table, Cynthia looks over at all of the computer equipment in his den.

CYNTHIA

Well, from the looks of it you are much more qualified to get it to work than I am going to be.

Sim slides the device in front of him and begins trying to find any buttons or levers that would make it start working again.

SIM

It would be nice if there was a manual or something…

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Sliding closer to sit right next to Sim.)

                  Here, let me see…

SIM

Oh, wait.  I remember something.  Every time I tried to clean it or dust it off…

Sim grabs a napkin and begins wiping it and cleaning it.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Great, now it’s Aladdin’s lamp?

Sim blows some dust off the Oracle he worked up while rubbing it when suddenly it is heard winding up as it had several times before.  The top of the Oracle slowly flips up and the familiar soft blue light begins to appear through the hole.  After a moment the DNA strand slowly appears and rises until it is suspended above the device in the open slot.

                              SIM

                        (Pointing at the DNA strand hologram.)

                  See!  That is what I was trying to tell you.

Cynthia looks at the now hovering DNA hologram that is slowly spinning around above the Oracle.

Sim reaches out his hand to touch the hologram when Cynthia grabs his hand before he could touch it.  He softly pulls her hand away with his left hand and slides it away as he continues to reach to the Oracle’s hologram.  As soon as his hand submerges into the blue semi-transparent light of the DNA hologram, the device opens all the way up to uncover the main computer screen.

The hologram divides into two separate and complete strands.  The first strand clearly has the hook at the bottom and the new one next to it seems to transform as it begins to analyze Sim’s DNA.  The second DNA strand continues to transition through stages until it finally stops.

The two strands are shown hovering above the Oracle.  The original strand as it had always been, with the hook at the bottom curving to the right, and the new, second strand that is now identical except the curve is going to the left.

The shot focuses on Sim’s strand and how it is different from the other, depicting that THIS is the code the Tretaab’s seek.

Cynthia points to the second strand.

CYNTHIA

Sim…  I think this one is your DNA.  The bottom is different than the other…  Look…

She points to the bottom hooks.

CYNTHIA

This strand seems to be somehow the opposing result.  Or maybe it is canceling the other strand out.

Just as Cynthia finishes, the two strands suspended over the Oracle seem to combine together and disappear into the device.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What happened to it?

                              SIM

                  I don’t know…

Just then, a larger hologram flat screen rises slowly out of the Oracle.  The image of an ancient man appears in the screen as he begins to speak.

                              SILIDEON

Descendant of Simeon, my name is Silideon.  I am the council leader of Atlantis.  If you are in possession of this Oracle and now viewing my message, the time has come.  By analysis of this Oracle you are a direct descendent of Simeon, the one we sent to warn you of the coming end.

The screen starts flashing through images of Atlantis, the Tretaab’s, their feasting, etc.  In between flashes of the story, the Mayan calendar keeps appearing.

                              SILIDEON

The Tretaab warriors have enslaved the people of Atlantis and made modifications to our genetic make-up, which they use to feed themselves. They feast on our young and keep us in bondage.  We discovered that they intend to destroy this planet in your year 2012, once they can longer maintain the genetic modifications that feed their souls.

The screen flashes again to depict Silideon speaking.

                              SILIDEON

We also discovered the genetic code they need to plant a new civilization somewhere else in the galaxy.  We sent Simeon to you in order to keep that information safe.

The screen flashes to show Simeon landing in a sphere and being found by Sim’s tribe

                              SILIDEON

We also created the calendar sphere and disbursed it to various parts of the land as a warning of the coming date.

The Mayan calendar flashes on the screen, followed by an eagle feather in the hand of Simeon as he twists it.

The Oracle begins to flicker as if it is having technical problems and begins to make the wind down noise as it begins to fold back up, shut down and close.

Sim is shown looking pale and amazed as he turns to the wall in the living room where the eagle feather his mother had given him is now hanging on the wall.

CYNTHIA

What is it Sim?

She looks at Sim as he appears to be spacing at the wall, then turns to see what he is looking at, then looks back to Sim.

SIM

Cynthia, what does this all mean?  Who are those creatures and what is going to happen in 2012?

Cynthia takes a deep breath and stands up.

CYNTHIA

Sim, there is something I need to show you.

Cynthia walks over to her satchel sitting on the floor by the door.  She reaches down and pulls out the file given to her by the Military Officers and walks back over to sit down and places the file folder on the table in front of her and looks at Sim.

She slides the file across the table in front of Sim as she speaks.

CYNTHIA

Here Sim, look at this.

                              SIM

                        (Looking at her and slowly opening the file folder.)

                  What’s this?

As he looks down at the folder and opens it, he begins to thumb through the documents.

                              CYNTHIA

From what I can tell based on this file and what we just saw, some of us on earth are descended from aliens.  I believe that what I have found in my research is the genetic modifications they inserted into those peoples DNA in order for the aliens to survive.

SIM

Where did you get this Cynthia?

CYNTHIA

I was visited by two Pentagon military officers yesterday, asking for my help and leaving this with me.

SIM

What help?  What do they want?

CYNTHIA

I don’t know at this point…  They said they were not authorized to discuss anything with me, but just leave the file with me and said I was to review it.  All I know is my discovery and your discovery seems to have happened at an important time.

SIM

You mean before 2012?

CYNTHIA

I mean in time for us to make a connection and figure out the DNA modification significance, and yes, before 2012.

They both get quiet as the look down at the Oracle for a moment.

SIM

These aliens are coming and they are going to destroy our planet Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

Come on Sim…  We don’t really know that.  At this point we have some connections that seem to explain some genetic links is all.

SIM

                        (Looking at Cynthia seriously.)

Cynthia…  They are coming…

Cynthia snuggles up to Sim as he puts his arm around her

SIM

Come on…  Let’s get this stuff put away and get some sleep.  This has been enough for one night.

Sim and Cynthia move toward the kitchen, clearing the table and putting the rest of dinner dishes in the sink.

Cynthia grabs her glass of wine from the counter and drinks the last swig, then sets the glass back down and looks at Sim.

CYNTHIA

What are we going to do Sim?

Sim looks at Cynthia and pulls her close to him as they embrace.

FADE OUT

EXT. SIM’S APARTMENT PARKING LOT – VERY LATE NIGHT

The two military officers that visited Cynthia in her office are shown sitting in their car watching Sim’s apartment.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP DEEP IN SPACE –

T LEADER

The Oracle containing the codes and warnings to the people of earth has been found…  I sense it…

Turning in his chair and facing the warriors gathered around his throne.

T LEADER

Commander Gog?

GOG

                        (Standing at attention.)

Sir?

T LEADER

Go to Earth and find the Oracle before they figure out what is contained in them…  We are almost out of time.  If they figure out the codes before we do, we are doomed!

The large crowd of Tretaab’s assembled in the mother ship is shown listening intently to the Tretaab leader.

T LEADER

                        (In a loud stern voice.)

Tretaab’s…

The Tretaab leader stands up and begins pacing back and forth on the riser his chair sits on as he begins to address the warriors.

T LEADER

We are all linked…  We all live and gain nourishment when just one of us feasts on the right hook of the enslaved people.

But do not forget…  We all live when any one of us are nourished by the genetic modifications we have implanted in the humans.  In the same way, we all die as one…  If we are not nourished and the humans uncover the codes and find a way to use them against one of us…

A close up of the angry and nervous Tretaab leader.

T LEADER

We will all die!

The Tretaab leader stops pacing and pauses for a moment and looks down at Gog.

T LEADER

Gog…  DO NOT fail me this time…  Do not fail US!

Gog nods in agreement to the Tretaab leader and walks quickly to a section of the mother ship where he can be transported to his fighter ships as the rest of the warriors follow to do the same.

INT.  INSIDE GOG’S FIGHTER SHIP –

Gog suddenly appears inside his fighter ship as he has been transported from the mother ship.  Gog presses buttons on his chair and looks at warriors seated at various stations in the fighter.

                              GOG

                  Set the coordinates and prepare to synch with the rest of the Tretaab ships.

Several other warrior fighter ships are shown with their pilots being transported inside and preparing to travel to earth.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE THE PROFESSORS OFFICE – MONDAY MORNING

Sim is shown second in line as just a few people are turning their final papers to the professor at the last minute.  As the person before him finishes and turns to leave the professor notices it is Sim.

PROFESSOR BELL

                        (Looking up at him with a disapproving look.)

Not a moment too soon, huh?  You need to learn waiting until the last minute on everything will catch up with you Sim.

SIM

I know…  I have just had a lot going on Professor.

PROFESSOR BELL

                        (Still ooking up at him from behind his desk.)

Saving the world with technology Sim?

SIM

                        (Nodding his head and looking very exhausted.)

If you only knew Sir…  If you only knew.

The professor reaches out and grabs Sim’s arm softly.

PROFESSOR BELL

You know Sim.  From what I have seen with your technical skills and this thesis, you are a very talented young man.

The professor looks down and pauses as he lets go of Sim’s arm and shakes his head as he begins to speak again.

PROFESSOR BELL

But you have a lot to learn about technology…  I know you are committed to doing great things with it, but we can’t save the world Sim… We can only TRY to make it a better place.  An improvement over the way things are now.

SIM

                        (Speaking boldly as he looks directly at the professor.)

Sir, sometimes technology has to be taken to a different level and looked at in different ways…  There is more to it than just circuits and lines of code.  Sometimes and somehow mankind has to step up and change things.

Sim pauses and looks to the ground then as he starts to talk, he turns to walk away.

SIM

Sometimes it has to cross over into the human element that transcends just making things a little better Professor.

Professor Bell watches as Sim walks out of his office, then looks down at Sim’s thesis paper.  The close up of the professor holding the paper in his hands and focuses on the title…

“From Oracles to Codes”

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S RECEPTION AREA – MORNING

Through the double glass doors of the reception area Sim is seen coming out of the elevator and crossing the hall, then walking through the door of Cynthia’s reception area.

Jenny is shown sitting at her desk as Sim walks in and calmly walks past her desk and attempts to just walk to the lab door.  Jenny stands up.

JENNY

                        (Speaking sternly and turning to following Sim with her body.)

Excuse me…  EXCUSE ME!

Sim stops and turns around to face her as he is almost at the back of the reception area near the lab door.

JENNY

Can I help you?

SIM

oh, umm.  I am here to see Cynthia.

Jenny is shown with a smirk on her face.

JENNY

Dr. Beckman?

SIM

                        (With an embarrassed look on his face.)

Oh, yes…  Dr. Beckman I mean.

Jenny sits down as Sim walks toward her desk.

JENNY

And is she expecting you?

SIM

Not exactly…

Jenny hunts for a pen and paper in the mess on her desk.

JENNY

And your name?

SIM

Sim

Jenny looks up at him.

JENYY

Can you spell that?

SIM

It’s Sim…  S…  I…  M…

JENNY

Well Sim.  Dr. Beckman is very busy and she has asked me to hold all calls…

                              SIM

                  But…  She knows me.

                              JENNY

                        (Pointing to the waiting area chairs.)

                  Have a seat please.  I will see if she can see you.

Sim turns and looks at the chairs, then slowly walks toward the waiting area as Jenny gets back to her typing.

Before he sits down, he turns to see Jenny is not paying attention and darts toward the lab door.

JENNY

                        (Jumping up from her chair and yelling at Sim.)

HEY!

Sim races across the reception area and through the lab door.

INT.  INSIDE DR. BECKMAN’S LAB AREA – MORNING

Sim is shown bursting through the lab door as he races to Cynthia’s office with Jenny following behind him.  As Sim reaches Cynthia’s private office door, he grabs the handle and enters without knocking, Jenny right behind him.

Cynthia is shown sitting at her desk as she is startled at the two of them entering her office unannounced and without knocking.  She looks up to see the two of them standing side by side just inside her office door.

JENNY

                        (Breathing heavily.)

I’m sorry Dr.  He just barged through the front.

Jenny turns to exit Cynthia’s office as she continues.

JENNY

I will call security…

Cynthia holds up her hand.

                              CYNTHIA

No…  No Jenny it’s ok…

Jenny looks at Sim bitterly.

JENNY

Are you sure, I…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Jenny mid sentence.)

JENNY, it’s fine…  THANK YOU!

Jenny gives Sim another evil glare and begins to walk out of Cynthia’s office.

CYNTHIA

Close the door please Jenny…

Jenny closes the door behind her as she leaves the office.

Sim walks toward Cynthia’s desk as she gets up and rounds the side of her desk to meet Sim in the middle of the room with a hug.

CYNTHIA

Sim…

SIM

                        (Speaking urgently.)

We need to talk…

The office phone rings.  Cynthia moves to her desk and picks it up.

CYNTHIA

Jenny, please hold my calls.

Cynthia pauses as Jenny is heard talking on the other end of the phone, but not understandable.

CYNTHIA

Here?  Now?

Cynthia pauses.

CYNTHIA

Show them back…

Cynthia hangs up the phone and looks at Sim.

CYNTHIA

Sim sit down on the couch and do not say a word!

Sim slowly moves to the couch, as there is a knock on the door and Jenny walks in, escorting the military Officer’s, Leopold and Spector.  Jenny shuts the door and leaves the room.

CYNTHIA

                        (Nodding as they enter the room and stand in front of her.)

Gentleman…  What can I do for you?

LEOPOLD

We need to talk.

Spector turns to look at Sim sitting on the couch.

SPECTOR

In Private…

CYNTHIA

Boy, it’s always a pleasure to see the both of you too…

Listen…  This is my boyfriend and anything you need to say to me you can say in front of him.

Sim sits up straight as he looks at Cynthia and is amazed at what she said, yet a little flattered.

The shot cuts back to the officers.

SPECTOR

Dr., we are not authorized to…

CYNTHIA

                        (Interrupting Spector.)

Then we have nothing to discuss…

Leopold looks at Spector.

LEOPOLD

It’s ok…

Leopold looks back at Cynthia

LEOPOLD

May we sit down?

Cynthia motions to the guest chairs in front of her desk.

They sit down in the guest chairs as Leopold leans forward.

LEOPOLD

Ok, I am assuming that you have reviewed the information we gave you?

The shot cuts to Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

I did and I think all of this is just a bit crazy.

The shot cuts to a view of both of the officers sitting in front of Cynthia.

LEOPOLD

                        (Sounding frustrated and getting a bit impatient.)

Look Dr!  This is not a joke…

Leopold pauses and tries to regain his composure.

LEOPOLD

Let us be frank Dr…

Spector jumps into the conversation.

SPECTOR

Dr. we believe the same ET’s that are documented in the materials we gave you have returned many times and are going to return again in the near future.

Sim is shown listening from the couch.

LEOPOLD

We do not have technology to track them.

Leopold looks at Spector.

SPECTOR

Hell, not only can we track them, we believe if the have intent on harming the U.S. or any other country for that matter, we don’t think we have anything that could stand up to them.

Cynthia standing up and walking around from behind her desk.

Cynthia – Ok, wait gentleman…  Lets say I believed you and that the little green men are real and they did and have continued to come back again and again.  They have not hurt anyone…

The camera follows her as she makes her way behind the officers and over to Sim.

CYNTHIA

They do not seem to be threatening anything or anyone at this point.  I have not read about any problems with that sort of thing.  Has the news done any stories on threatening aliens?

The shot cuts to Leopold and Spector.

LEOPOLD

But Dr. we believe they have.

Leopold pauses and looks at Spector.

LEOPOLD

Abductions…  Missing persons…

SPECTOR

Sudden infant death syndrome.

LEOPOLD

The Bermuda Triangle…

SPECTOR

This may sound crazy to your Dr., however the military has always dismissed these subjects as a way to keep people from mass panic, but the fact is, we have been aware of these things for some time.

Spector pauses as Cynthia is shown looking down at her desk in a daze.

SPECTOR

The fact is Dr. Backman, that we believe they are going to return and destroy the Earth.

Sim stands up and walks over to stand next to Cynthia.

SPECTOR

We believe they will do it in the the next few years.  2012 to be exact!

CYNTHIA

                        (Getting argumentative.)

I don’t believe it…

Everyone in the room becomes silent for a few seconds.

SPECTOR

2012 Dr

Everyone is silent for a moment longer.

SIM

What are your plans?

The officers stand up and face Sim and Cynthia.

LEOPOLD

We have nothing that rivals their technologies…  Our scientists at Area 51…

Sim and Cynthia look at each other as he continues.

LEOPOLD

have backward engineered much of their technology, however we have nothing that can defeat them.

SPECTOR

(Looking at Cynthia.)

That’s why we’re here.  We believe the DNA strand anomalies you are finding are somehow connected to this and may be the key we need to unlock the codes.

SIM

Codes?

SPECTOR

The craft we recovered in Roswell had what seemed to be puzzles related to the Aliens genes and physiological make-up that may help us in some way.  You saw the pictures we included in the file Dr.

LEOPOLD

That’s why we need your help.

CYNTHIA

I told you before I did not get into this work to create weapons… I do what I do to help people.

The shot cuts to a wide view of all of them.

LEOPOLD

That’s what we are asking you to do Dr.

The shot cuts to a close-up of Spector

SPECTOR

2012 Ma’am…

Sim looks at Cynthia.

CYNTHIA

When and what do you need me to do?

The shot cuts to a wide view of all of them.

LEOPOLD

Ma’am, our people say you are the best in this field and the only one, outside of our dark project scientists, to identify the additional hook material hidden within the mutated DNA strands.

The shot cuts to a close-up of Spector

SPECTOR

We need you to figure out what to do with this information Dr.  How it relates to the E.T.’s and how can we use it to defeat them.

Cynthia looks at Sim.

FADE OUT

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE EARTH’S ATMOSHERE – AFTERNOON

Tretaab’s fighter orb crafts are shown breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere and flattening out into traditional saucer looking crafts as they move into the Earth’s atmosphere.  They are shown racing across the sky as they split up across the globe, heading for the USA.

INT.  INSIDE GOG’S FIGHTER SHIP –

Inside Gog’s craft he is shown sitting in the main fighter chair when he gets a communication call.

Gog’s fighter pilot is shown looking at controls and maneuvering the craft.

TRETAAB PILOT

                        (Looking over his shoulder back at Gog.)

Sir, we have a communication sir.

GOG

Hologram…

TRETAAB PILOT

                        (Pressing buttons on his control panel and sliding a lever.)

Coming up now sir…

Gog is shown sitting in his chair as the Tretaab Leader’s image appears in front of him in a hologram.

T LEADER

Gog, our scanners have detected some remnants of the Atlantean sphere on the surface.

GOG

Mapping coordinates?

T LEADER

Coming now…

Noise of the transmitted data is heard.

T LEADER

Gog, we can’t afford to be discrete any longer.  Do not wait until the moon rises.  The sphere contents must have been found and they must already know you will be coming.  There is no need to hide any longer.

GOG

                        (Pressing buttons on his chair.)

Understood

T LEADER

Gog…

GOG

Sir?

T LEADER

do not fail us!

FADE OUT

 

EXT.  IN A FIELD OUTSIDE LONDON – MIDDAY

 

 

A man herding sheep in a field is shown looking up in the sky as he sees several saucers streak across the sky overhead, then disappear.

The man rubs his eyes and looks down at the bottle of beer in his hand and drops it.

EXT.  THE ENTRANCE TO THE RESERVATION – MIDDAY

 

 

The saucers are shown streaking toward the reservation in formation.

Two Native Americans are shown fishing in a stream on the reservation.  One yells to the other and points up to the horizon as one of the saucers slows down over head.  They both follow it with their heads, looking up in fear.  All of the sudden they drop their fishing poles as they are swept up into the craft.

INT.  AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL PDX AIRPORT – MIDDAY

 

 

A controller is shown watching two large blips on his screen as he leans over and taps the other controller sitting next to him and points to his screen.

ATC 1

Steve?  Have you ever seen something like this?

Steve leans over to see his screen.

STEVE

Ya, that happens…  The equipment is just messing up again.

Steve leans over further and hits the side of ATC 1’s console and sits back again to focus back on eating his lunch and looking at his own console.

ATC 1’s screen is shown as the objects on the screen spread out and now show hundreds of smaller blips.

ATC 1

Ummmm…  If that was supposed to help, it didn’t…

ATC 1 turns around and looks back at the supervisor station.

ATC 1

Sir?

The supervisor looks up at ATC 1 and comes over to inspect.

Leaning over the ATC 1’s shoulder, the supervisor arrives at the station and leans over the back of his chair.

ATC 1 points at his screen full of blips.

The supervisor has a very puzzled look on his face.

ATC SUP

What the…

The supervisor looks over his shoulder back to the supervisor station where a woman is sitting.

ATC SUP

Teresa, get me the National Guard Commander…

Teresa is shown close up with a headset on as she covers the mic.

TERESA

I’ve already got them online sir.  They say that NORAD has already contacted THEM and they are scrambling interceptors now.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FIELD WHERE THE ORACLE WAS FOUND – EARLY EVENING

In the field where Sim was repairing the fence and found the computer is shown as Gog’s ship comes into view, slowing down and landing.

Once Gog’s ship has completely landed and is shutting down, the door opens and his large foot is shown stepping out of the door and hitting the ground in a puff of dust.  As he fully exits and stands up, his immense size is now evident.

Gog takes a deep breath to take in the Earth’s slightly different oxygen blend and then looks around to survey the area.

Two Tretaab warriors walk up to Gog as Warrior 4 points over to the fence.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

This is the location.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 5

What now Sir?

Gog walks forward a few steps then looks around in all directions.  He stretches out his arm toward a warrior who hands him a high tech set of binoculars.  He slowly brings them up to his face and begins peering through the device in a few directions.

Gog pulls them off his face and squints.

The shot shows his view, far across the field to what appears to be nothing.

Gog puts the binoculars back up to his eyes.

A view through the binoculars is shown focusing across the open field as it slowly zooms in further to end up showing the backyard of Sim’s mother’s house.

GOG

                        (Pointing across the field.)

There!

Gog still looking through the binoculars is shown pointing as several warriors turn to face that direction and hold up additional binoculars.

Gog slowly pulls the binoculars down from his face again and looks at the group of warriors.

GOG

Let’s go!

Gog and the warriors are shown as they disperse to their crafts and begin to quickly enter.

As the doors begin to shut, one by one on each of the crafts, they begin winding up and slowly lifting into the air as they take off and begin heading in the direction of Sim’s Mothers house.

FADE OUT

INT.  SIM’S MOTHERS LIVING ROOM – EARLY EVENING

 

Inside the living room in Sim’s mother’s house, the children are shown watching cartoons and fighting over the remote.

Looking past the children toward the kitchen Sim’s mother is shown cooking in front of the stove as she turns around and takes two steps toward the living room to stop the boys from arguing, but stops abruptly as the phone rings.  She yells into the living room in a stern voice.

MOTHER

If you don’t stop…

The phone rings a second time as the boys are still arguing over the remote control.

MOTHER

I mean it!

She gives the boys another stern look as they each let go of the remote and it falls to the ground.

She walks across the kitchen to the very old style phone hanging on the wall.

EXT.  ABOVE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

Gog’s ship is shown slowing down over the top of the house.

INT.  SIM’S MOTHERS KITCHEN – EARLY EVENING

MOTHER

(Answering the telephone.)

Hello?

As she listens to someone on the other end of the line frantically talking, her face is shown perplexed in a close-up.

MOTHER

                        (Sounding very confused.)

WHAT?

The children are shown in the living room with mother in the background holding the phone as she looks up and all of three of them are immediately swept up and into to the craft.

The telephone receiver is shown dangling from the phone attached to the wall as a loud fast busy signal is heard coming from the ear piece.

The shot cuts to the back yard view again as the crafts streak away.

EXT.  ABOVE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – EARLY EVENING

Gog’s ship is shown over the top of the house as it turns slowly and swiftly flies away.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A SHADY BAR IN PORTLAND – EARLY EVENING

People are shown looking up at TV screens throughout the bar that are all tuned to a station where a newscaster is talking.  The bartender grabs the remote and turns up the volume as the shot zooms in on the TV.

INT.  INSIDE A NEWS STUDIO – EARLY EVENING

NEWSCASTER

Though reports are coming in from all over the Northwest about strange sightings in the sky, government officials deny anything is happening.  Our own Jackie Yaguma is on her way to the scene.

EXT.  FAST FOOD RESTAURANT PARKING LOT – EARLY EVENING

Several people are shown huddled around a car with its windows down and the radio on as they listen intently at the news coming over the radio.

RADIO ANNOUNCER

Most of the reports we are getting are on or near the Warm Springs Reservation area of the state.

The people in the parking lot start looking at each other in amazement.

EXT.  THE ENTRANCE TO THE RESERVATION – EARLY EVENING

Reporter Jackie Yaguma is shown pulling up in the news station van as she gets out and her crew already have the camera rolling.

The camera man gives her a point in order to tell her she is live.

JACKIE

                        (Holding her hand up to her ear piece and walking backwards.)

Thank you Susan…  We have just arrived at the reservation and have not yet seen anything in the sky, but we are told that a Thomas Thundercloud, a Reservation resident…  Wait here he is…

The shot widens as she turns to a man standing next to her in a crowd of people listening to him explaining what happened.

JACKIE

                        (Reaching our her hand to shake his.)

Mr. Thundercloud?  Mr. Thundercloud…  Can you tell us what happened and what you saw?

She puts the microphone in front of him.

THOMAS

Yes, hello…  Well, ummm.  I was coming out of my shop just over there, and….

He points across the road to a gift shop.

JACKIE

                        (Interrupting him as she moved the mic up to her mouth.)

                  Yes, and what did you see?

THOMAS

I heard something up in the sky, so when I looked up I saw several flying saucers overhead crossing…

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – EARLY EVENING

Cynthia is shown all alone sitting at a computer.  She types a few sentences then rolls her chair over to look through a microscope.  She pulls back and looks at a note pad next to the microscope and appears to read her notes when her cell phone rings.

She keeps concentrating on her work as the phone rings several more times and slides her chair back to the computer.  The phone begins ringing again.

She swivels her chair around angrily because she is being interrupted as she is concentrating.  She fishes through tons of papers and scientific paraphernalia and lab equipment on the table behind her in order to find her phone.

Her computer screen is shown behind her showing diagrams and notations as she answers the phone.

CYNTHIA

Dr. Beckman.

SIM

Cynthia it’s Sim.

Sim is shown standing by his computers in his apartment with the phone up to his ear.

SIM

Have you heard?

Cynthia’s stands up and walks across the lab to a small TV across the room that is on in the lab with no volume.

CYNTHIA

Heard what?

The TV shows Jackie interviewing Thomas as she turns up the volume.

SIM

                        (Pacing back and forth.)

They are here Cynthia…  They are here NOW!

Cynthia is shown speechless with the TV heard in the background as her mouth drops and her hand moves up to her mouth.

CYNTHIA

                        (Whispering.)

Oh my God…

There is silence for a few seconds with only the background of Jackie Yaguma in the background recapping the situation.

SIM

Cynthia…

Sim pauses, waiting for a response.

SIM

                        (Speaking louder and more urgently.)

Cynthia?  Are you there?

CYNTHIA

Yes…  Sorry, I am here.

SIM

Listen, DON’T MOVE.  I will be right there!

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Sim is shown frantically rummaging through his apartment grabbing his laptop, the Oracle and some supplies.  As he is racing out the door he sees his Eagle feather on the wall.  He grabs it and runs out the door leaving it open.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – NIGHT

Sim is shown sliding onto the front lawn in his car.

The door opens quickly as he jumps out, leaving the door open and car running.  Sim runs up the steps to the porch toward the front door, yelling…

SIM

MOM?

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S MOTHERS HOUSE – NIGHT

Sims runs through the door and quickly stops to look around.

SIM

                        (Calling for them in a loud frantic voice.)

MOM?  BOYS?  Hello?

He begins to frantically run through the house calling for his mother and brothers in each bedroom.

As he makes his way back to the living room, he stops suddenly to realize the lights are all on and notices the TV is also on with nobody in the house…  The remote laying in the middle of the living room floor is shown.

He turns to the kitchen and calls again.

SIM

MOM?

He slowly walks to the kitchen where he sees the phone dangling to the floor with the off the hook tone still coming from the earpiece.

Sim turns around and runs to a back bedroom.

As he opens a door show the room containing all of his deceased father’s stuff in it.  He quickly enters the room and walks toward the gun case.

He kicks the glass in the front of the gun case to break it open and grabs a shotgun, some ammunition, a rifle and some additional shells.

Sim turns to see his father’s tribal bow and a quiver of arrows.  Heading for the door he grabs them and exits the room in a flash.

EXT.  SIM’S MOTHERS FRONT YARD – NIGHT

SIM runs out the screen door carrying the weapons and ammunition as he jumps off the porch to the ground.

He opens the trunk of his car and throws everything inside, then heads for the old shed.

He swings the door open and grabs a tent and some camping equipment and returns to his car to throw it in the trunk.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Cynthia is shown still sitting at the computer in the lab, with the lab door in the background, still trying to figure out the DNA strands.

The lab door swings open as her head snaps to look at the loud noise coming from the door.

Sim bursts through the door and is shown carrying the weapons, his backpack and supplies.

CYNTHIA

Sim!

Cynthia jumps up and runs and embraces him briefly.

They both walk back to the area she was working as Sim slams his backpack, laptop bag and weapons on top of a table.

SIM

Cynthia, they’ve got my family.  That means they know who I am.  We are out of time… Where are we at?

Cynthia walks over to her chair in front of her computer and sits down.

CYNTHIA

                        (Pointing at her computer screen as Sim looks on.)

I think I have mapped the mutated structures, but I don’t have a sample to work with, so I am just guessing at this point.

Sim lays his arm on the lab table and rolls up his sleeve and looks at her…

Cynthia looks at him completely confused.

SIM

Well, you need a sample, right?

Cynthia looking at him in a daze, finally gets her composure as she gets up and scurries to a supply cabinet.  She grabs a syringe, some rubbing alcohol and an elastic tourniquet.

She comes back and slides her chair next to Sim and wraps an elastic tourniquet around his arm and begins to draw Sim’s blood.

Sim’s blood is shown starting to flow and slowly filling the syringe as he looks down at her.

Cynthia looks up at Sim as she notices he was already looking down at her, their eyes meet.

Sim gives her a little wink.

                              SIM

                  Everything is going to be alright Cynthia…

She looks back down at the syringe and pulls it out.

CYNTHIA

Take that off.

Sim is shown removing the tourniquet as Cynthia slides her chair to a piece of equipment.  She loads the full vile into the machine and turns it on as she whips back around to her PC.  The camera zooms in to her face as she begins working on the computer.

Sim turns to the table where he placed all of the stuff he brought into the lab as he begins to take the Oracle out of his backpack.  After setting the Oracle on the table, he removes his laptop from the bag and begins setting it up on one of the other lab tables nearby.

Cynthia hearing Sim doing something, breaks her concentration on the equipment and her PC to look over at him.

CYNTHIA

What are you doing?

Sim continues taking cords and components our of his bags as he speaks without looking at her.

SIM

I guess we are about to see if all of my schooling is going to pay off and if I am as good as I think I am…

Cynthia watches him assembling the laptop and other components for a moment as he continues.

SIM

I think I can interface my laptop with this thing and capture as much information as possible.  Hopefully we can then take what you come up with and combine it with what I find and end up with a plan to kill these bastards and get my family back…

Sim attaches a cable to his PC and cuts the opposite end off and begins trying to attach them to the device.

Cynthia is shown looking at her computer screen as she analyses his blood.  Her screen begins to formulate and display Sim’s DNA helix structure.

CYNTHIA

Sim, come here.

SIM

What’ya got?

CYNTHIA

It’s your DNA…  Come here….

Sim puts down some cords and equipment he is working with and walks over to Cynthia and leans down over her shoulder at her screen as she points to the bottom of the image of his DNA strand that is starting to appear.

CYNTHIA

Look…  It’s just as we thought…  I ran your DNA through the sequence I used to make my discoveries of the other DNA anomalies and like the Oracle depicted yours hooks to the left, not the right!

SIM

Wait, I think I have something…

Sim pulls Cynthia over to his lap top where he has begun integrating with the Oracle and has images on his screen showing the right hook DNA.

SIM

Watch this.

Sim’s laptop screen displaying the Oracle images from the night before of the two DNA strands as they merge together again and disappear.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

CYNTHIA

Sim, it is just like the other night at your apartment…

Sim looks at Cynthia as she continues.

CYNTHIA

when you touched the right hook DNA strand and it then showed us YOUR left hook strand…  Remember?  I think your DNA strand kills or cancels the right hook DNA strand…  Come here…

Cynthia leads Sim back to her equipment.

CYNTHIA

I think I can modify your DNA hook structure so that it has a right hook instead of one going to left.

Cynthia makes some modifications to the DNA on the screen.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Pointing at the microscope for him to look.)

See look…

She slides out of the way so Sim can look into the Microscope.

In a view through the microscope, Sim’s DNA is shown in detail, now modified to have the right hook.

Cynthia grabs a tool to place Sim’s right hook DNA to the dish under the microscope.

CYNTHIA

Now watch the screen as I drop your normal left hook DNA on top of the other one.  Here, I will put it on the screen.

She clicks a few buttons so the image from the microscope view now appears on her computer screen as Sim watches.  She slides back to look into the microscope as she carefully adds Sim’s left hook DNA to the dish.

The screen is shown as Cynthia adds Sim’s left hook DNA into the dish containing the right hook DNA.  As Sim’s DNA touches the right hook DNA, it disappears, leaving only Sim’s left hook DNA

Cynthia spins around to face Sim.

CYNTHIA

See?  That’s it Sim!  Your left hook DNA cancels out and kills the aliens right hook DNA strand.  That is how we can defeat them?

SIM

                        (Looking confused.)

How?  Get them to hold still under the microscope so we can squirt my blood on them?

CYNTHIA

No silly.  I can replicate and duplicate your DNA strands to give us a large enough quantity that we can use against them

                              SIM

                  You are loosing me here.

CYNTHIA

Ok, let me make it simple.  We put your DNA into syringes and then go find those bastards and inject them with it.

FADE OUT

FADE IN

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown in the lab loading syringes and getting them attached to arrows and loaded into bullet cartridges.

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S MAIN LAB AREA – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown in the lab as they pack up all their supplies and head out of the lab toward the reception area.

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING – NIGHT

Sim and Cynthia are shown exiting the front doors of her office building carrying their supplies as Sim heads toward his car which is parked next to Cynthia’s SUV.

Cynthia opens the back of her SUV as Sim is opening his trunk.

CYNTHIA

                        (Looking at Sim with her hands full.)

Let’s take mine, it’s bigger…

Sim looks back at her as if it is not a good idea.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Speaking sternly.)

                  Come on!  It’s bigger!

Cynthia begins loading the things in her arms into the back of her SUV as Sim quickly moves to place the things already in his arms in there as well.  Sim hurries back to his trunk and transfers everything else to the back of her SUV.  They close the back of her SUV and hop in the car.

                              CYNTHIA

                        (Tossing the keys to Sim and heading for the passenger side.)

                  Catch.

Sim catches the keys as the both jump in the car.

Sim starts the car and frantically reverses from the parking spot and hits the gas to exit the parking lot.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE CYNTHIA’S SUV DRIVING – NIGHT

Cynthia looks over at Sim from the passenger seat as Sim drives down the road.

CYNTHIA

So where are we heading?

SIM

                        (Looking at her periodically while still driving somewhat frantically.)

Well, my guess is if they have my family, they know who I am now and it is only a matter of time until they find where I live.  If they find my apartment, then they will find your lab.

CYNTHIA

So where to then?

Sim points as they come up to an intersection.

SIM

                        (making a quick turn.)

I have an idea.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 

Inside Sim’s apartment, Gog and a few of his warriors are seen tearing the place apart.  They are shown going through everything as they hunt for the Oracle.

                              GOG

It has to be here.  Keep looking!

They are shown continuing to ransack his apartment, smashing cabinets, dumping out drawers and overturning furniture.

Inside Sim’s bedroom a warrior is shown lifting his mattress and throwing it off the bed, and pulling everything out of his dresser.

Gog is shown watching the mayhem as a warrior walks up to him and Gog turns to face him.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

We aren’t finding anything that could contain the codes…

Another Tretaab warrior in Sim’s computer den area is shown shuffling through papers as he comes across the flyer for Cynthia’s conference.  He holds it up.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 4

Sir, I think we have something.

FADE OUT

EXT.  JUST OUTSIDE SIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Led by Gog, the Tretaab warriors are shown exiting the apartment, leaving the front door wide open with the remnants of their actions visible.

Rufus is shown standing at the end of the walk as the Tretaab’s continue leaving the apartment, heading directly for Rufus..

RUFUS

(Peering around them to look inside the front door of the apartment which has been left open.)

Are you friends of Sim?  Are you supposed to be in there?

Gog walks directly up to Rufus without slowing down and places his hand above his head in order to suck his DNA strand.

Rufus’ strand begins to appear over his head as a spinning hologram, however it is apparent that it has no hook either way and subsequently does not affect Rufus whatsoever.

RUFUS

(Pointing at Gog.)

Wait a second…

Rufus pauses almost in disbelief.

RUFUS

You are…  I knew it, I was right!

Gog realizing that he can’t kill Rufus by taking his DNA, takes a few steps back and pulls his weapon out of his holster.

                              GOG

Maybe you were…

Gog raises his weapon and fires at Rufus, blowing him apart and sending him flying backwards and hitting the ground.

Gog, turns to his warriors.

                              GOG

Let’s go…

They begin walking away as Rufus is shown lying on the ground dead.

FADE OUT

EXT.  DEEP IN THE FOREST ON THE RESERVATION – LATE NIGHT

Cynthia and Sim are shown sitting on a log around a campfire in the forest with a tent behind them and supplies all around.

Sim is shown spacing into the fire and poking at it with a stick, deep in thought.

                              CYNTHIA

                  So exactly where are we again?

                              SIM

Well, we are on my tribe’s reservation.  This area is where I used to play and camp when I was a little boy.  My father would take me and my best friend John up here and tell us legends and stories.  Little did I know some of them would turn out to be somewhat reality.

Sim gets quiet and stares into the fire again.

Cynthia breaks the silence as she snuggles up to him to keep warm.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What do you mean?

                              SIM

It’s just that some of the legends and stories are now starting to make sense after the past few days.

Sim takes a deep breathe and shakes his head.

                              SIM

T doesn’t matter.  Unlike some of my people, I got smart and got an education so I would not be stuck here like some of my people.

Sim looks over at Cynthia as she snuggles up to him and he wraps his arm around her.

CYNTHIA

Everything will all work out Sim…

SIM

I wish it were that easy.

They both get silent for a moment and reflect on their lives and the situation facing them and the unknowing world.

CYNTHIA

Well, we better get some sleep.  It seems as though tomorrow is going to be a     long day.

As they both begin to get up Sim sarcastically replies.

SIM

Yeah…  Either long or forever.  One of the two…

They are shown picking up, unzipping the tent and going inside.

FADE OUT

EXT.  ARIEL VIEW OF THE PENTAGON – EARLY MORNING

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A DIMELY LIT WAR ROOM INSIDE THE PENTAGON – EARLY MORNING

Sr. military officers and presidential cabinet members are shown gathered around a lit conference table.

The Sr. Air Force Officer is shown reading from a report.

AIR FORCE OFFICER COLE

NORAD central command is reporting sightings all over the North American coverage area, however when we scramble jets they are unable to intercept and get a visual, Ms. Security Advisor.

The National Security Advisor is shown sitting at the head of the conference table.

SECURITY ADVISOR

(Confidently looking around the table into the eyes of the assembled military officers.)

Gentleman, the President is requesting detailed information on the status of the invading forces, their strengths and suggested counter measures immediately.

The National Security Advisor looks at the Air Force Officer.

SECURITY ADVISOR

I am afraid your current information is not helpful Mr. Cole.  Let’s get that changed immediately.

She turns to look at the Army General and nods as if to request information.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

We have a platoon of Special Forces troops standing by at Langley waiting for orders.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Have there been any encounters or contact with the invading forces reported at this point?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

No troops have engaged them Ma’am, however civilian reports of casualties and umm, well… other reports are streaming in to us from in and around the reservation in Oregon.

The National Security Advisor looks confused.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Other reports General?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Yes, Ma’am.

SECURITY ADVISOR

We do not have time for riddles General…  Care to elaborate?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

We are getting reports of missing persons and…

The General pauses and looks down at the table in disbelief of what he is about to say.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes?

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Abductions ma’am…

SECURITY ADVISOR

That’s it!

Getting angry at the lack of information coming from the Officers, she reacts.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Gentlemen, let me clarify what we need here because obviously you are not getting it.  I need information and a plan of execution to me in 10 minutes so I can make recommendations to the President.

She begins to stand up and looks at everyone at the table directly in their eyes.

SECURITY ADVISOR

10 minutes…  No exceptions…  Get your people on this immediately…

She takes a deep breath and moves away from the table still looking at them, then quickly turns and walks toward the door.

The officers at the conference table watch as she walks away and reaches the door.  They all begin talking and arguing, blaming each other’s branches of service.  Others are shown grabbing phones to make calls.  Still others are shown turning from their chairs at the table to confer with Jr. Advisors suiting behind then.

Just then, she stops and turns around to face them again.

SECURITY ADVISOR

And Gentlemen…

All the Officers at the conference table immediately stop what they are doing and quickly turn to to give her their complete attention.

SECURITY ADVISOR

It seems we only have 1 shot at this…  Let’s get it right, shall we?

She turns and walks out the door.

FADE OUT

INT.  INSIDE A HANGER ON A MILITARY BASE – EARLY MORNING

Inside a hanger officer’s Leopold and Spector are seen surrounded by a platoon of Special Forces soldiers.  Officer Leopold is shown holding a high tech cell phone

Outside the open hanger door in the background, the sun is seen starting to rise over the horizon.

LEOPOLD

                        (Answering the cell phone.)

Yes?

Officer Leopold pauses as someone on the other line talks to him.

LEOPOLD

Yes…     They are assembled sir…

Officer Leopold pauses again to listen.

LEOPOLD

Yes, sir…

Leopold hangs up the phone then turns around to look at the assembled soldiers.

LEOPOLD

Gentlemen, this is it…

Officer Leopold turns and walks over to a marker board with a diagram of the mission.

The soldiers huddle around and the ones in front take a knee.

LEOPOLD

You are going to be dropping into the Warm Springs Reservation region, in this area here.

He circles the Reservation location showing a flat field area that is surrounded by mountains, then turns to look at the troops.

LEOPOLD

You are to search out the enemy and probe their locations and report back.  You are under a no fire order.  Under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy.  The mission is only recon to gather information and report back…  Questions?

The troops are shown looking directly at Leopold quietly and confidently without anyone showing a reaction that would denote questions.

LEOPOLD

Ok then…  Let’s move out!

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE HANGER ON THE TARMACK – EARLY MORNING

Just outside the hanger the troops are shown putting on their parachutes and assembling their gear as some begin loading into a C 130 transport plane.

FADE OUT

EXT.  CYNTHIA’S OFFICE BUILDING PARKING LOT – EARLY MORNING

As dawn is breaking, Gog and his warriors are shown landing in their crafts.  As the doors open they start to exit their ships.

Two security guards that were patrolling the parking lot and saw them land start to approach the ships as they draw their weapons and look at each other then back to the Tretaab’s as they approach them, amazed at what they are seeing.

SECURITY GUARD 1

Excuse me…  Umm you can’t park there…

Gog and his warriors walk up to the guards.  As Gog stops in front of the guards, the warriors continue to walk past the guards as if they are not there, and continue on there way to enter Cynthia’s office building.

GOG

We don’t plan to be here long…

The two guards stare at Gog as Security Guard 2 lifts his walkie-talkie to talk.

SECURITY GUARD 2

Dispatch?  Do you read me?

One of the Tretaab warriors turns back to Security Guard 2 without saying a word and steals his DNA strand as he turns gray and falls to the ground and dies.

Security Guard 1 is shown looking at what happens in terror, then looking at the warrior and Gog.  He drops his weapon and turns to run from the scene.

FADE OUT

INT.  CYNTHIA’S OFFICE RECEPTION AREA – EARLY MORNING

From a view inside the reception area facing out and through the large glass doors, Gog and a group of his warriors walk off the elevator outside of Cynthia’s office.

Without even trying the door Gog smashes through the glass doors and steps into the reception area as his warriors walk in behind him.

Gog stops and looks around and speaks.

GOG

Search everything.  The Descendant and the Dr. are working together.  I need to know what they know and if the codes have been here.

The warriors separate and begin tearing up the reception area.

FADE OUT

INT.  CYNTHIA’S LAB AREA – EARLY MORNING

Tretaab warriors are shown in the lab area opening cabinets and drawers and dumping everything out on the floor.

Other warriors are shown going through computers looking for information.

INT.  CYNTHIA’S PRIVATE OFFICE – EARLY MORNING

Inside Cynthia’s office, warriors are shown pulling files out of drawers and destroying furniture and searching through everything.

Gog is then shown walking into Cynthia’s private office to observe the search as a warrior walks up to him from cabinets in her office.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 1

Sir, we found this…

The warrior hands Gog the Military file Leopold and Spector had given Cynthia as Gog looks at the warrior.

GOG

What is this?

TRETAAB WARRIOR 1

Open it sir…

Gog slowly opens the file folder and begins going through the documents quickly.  Gog stops abruptly on the image of the Mayan Calendar and looks at it for a moment, then flips to the next picture which depicts  the Roswell craft with the DNA strand image inside.

INT.  CYNTHIA’S LAB AREA – EARLY MORNING

A warrior from the lab is heard calling to Gog still in Cynthia’s private office.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 2

Commander, quick…

Gog rushes out of Cynthia’s office and into the lab where warriors have hacked into one of the computers Cynthia used to analyze Sim’s DNA.

As Gog arrives at the crowd of warriors surrounding the computer, he pushes his way to the front.

The warrior sitting at the computer pulls up the DNA analysis information on the screen as it depicts Sim’s DNA.

Gog leans over the warrior’s shoulder to look at the screen.

GOG

Capture the information…

TRETAAB WARRIOR 2

Yes sir…

Gog stands erect and turns to look at all the warriors.

GOG

I need to know where they are.

TRETAAB WARRIOR 3

Our technicians have scanned from the ships and are getting pulse readings that indicate they are possibly somewhere near the original Atlantean sphere landing site, on the reservation.

GOG

Get that data stored and let’s move out.

Gog turns and begins to head out of the lab.

Warrior 2 is shown working on the computer containing Sim’s DNA information as he begins capturing data from the computer into a small pen-like device.

FADE OUT

INT.  WAR ROOM INSIDE THE PENTAGON – MORNING

The National Security Advisor is shown walking away from the lighted conference table that is surrounded by the Sr. military officers.  Walking across the room she heads to a red phone in the corner and picks it up.

She turns toward the camera.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Get me the President.

Looking serious, she waits for a period of time.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Mr. President?  Yes sir…  I don’t have good news.  It appears nothing we have can deter them.

She pauses and listens to the President as he speaks.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes sir…

She pauses again and listens to the President.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Sir, we believe the best we can do at this point is monitor their activities in the field and attempt to keep you posted.

We believe that if they were going to try to take over or harm you they would have already done it.  They seem to be after something specific.  I have been briefed on the Roswell information and I have requested additional details regarding the 2012 question Sir.

She pauses again and listens to the President.

SECURITY ADVISOR

Yes sir…  I will sir.

She hangs up the phone and turns back to the officers at the conference table.

SECURITY ADVISOR

I want more information on the 2012 question and updates on the current movements and situation for the President immediately.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM & CYNTHIA’S CAMP SITE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

Sim is shown sitting at the campfire twirling his eagle feather in his hand.

Behind him, Cynthia is shown coming out of the tent.  She is groggy and obviously just waking up.

Sim turns around to see what the noise was.

SIM

Ahhhh…  Good morning sleepy head…

Cynthia pulls a sweatshirt over her head.

CYNTHIA

You are sure an early riser.  How long have you been up?

SIM

A few hours…  I made breakfast.

Sim grads a plate and opens a pot on the fire.  He dishes up Cynthia some food as she is getting settled down next to him at the fire.  Sim leans down to hand her the plate as she grabs his shirt and pulls him in for a kiss, then grabs the plate from him.

CYNTHIA

                        (Smiling.)

Thank you…

She takes a bite of food, then looks at Sim sitting next to her.

CYNTHIA

A man who cooks AND is smarter than me?  Pinch me, I must still be sleeping…

Sim is shown looking very preoccupied in thought.  He seems to have not even heard what she said.

SIM

We need to get moving soon…  I think we better find these aliens before they find us…

The campsite is shown from the woods surrounding it as if it is being shown through someone’s eyes that are watching them.  The view seems to move closer as if someone is sneaking up on them.

Sim and Cynthia can be seen talking as Cynthia finishes eating and they begin picking up camp and preparing for their day.

The view continues to move closer as if someone is sneaking up on them.

Sim stops quickly and looks around.

SIM

What was that?

Cynthia begins to look around also, then move closer to Sim to put her hand on him.

CYNTHIA

I didn’t hear anything…

They begin to slowly turn around looking into the woods around the camp.

While looking around Sim grabs the shotgun and they turn away from the camera.  As their backs are shown to the camera, a hand comes into view as it lands on Sim’s shoulder.

JOHN

Sim!

Sim turns around swiftly in shock as Cynthia screams.  As he spun around, Sim is shown putting the shotgun to John’s face as he pants in fear and gasps for breath.

JOHN

Sim, it’s John!

Sim slowly moves the Shotgun down and away from John’s face.

SIM

You scared the hell out of me John.  What are you doing here?

JOHN

Give me a break brother…  I have been trying to reach you since this mess all started with the freaks on the news.

Cynthia walks over to the tent and continuing to pick up camp.

JOHN

I went by your mom’s and nobody was there.  I went by your place and it looked like a tornado went through it.

Sim and Cynthia look at each other.

JOHN

Sim, we grew up together on this land.  I may only be 12% (tribe name), but I know this land as good as you do.  I figured if there was one place I could find you alive it would be in our old camping spot.

Sim’s face shows a slight grin.

Sim throws his arm around John and they turn to walk toward the fire laughing.

SIM

Damn white boy…

John’s face gets serious as he turns and faces Sim.

JOHN

What the heck is going on Sim?

Cynthia is shown still continuing to pick up in the background as John points at Cynthia.

JOHN

Who is this chick and what are you guys doing out in the woods when there are ugly bastards flying around the reservation like flies?

Cynthia walks over to John with an attitude as she sticks out her hand to shake his.

CYNTHIA

Dr. Cynthia Beckman…

She turns to walk to the tent to begin picking up and gather the weapons, talking as she walks toward the camera.

CYNTHIA

But you can call me “chick”…  White boy!

John looks at Sim with a shocked look on his face and his hands raised in the air as if to say “what the…”  Then he hits Sim in the arm and smiles, speaking softly.

JOHN

 A Dr. huh?

SIM

Shut up and listen man, we don’t have a lot of time to explain…

While Sim is talking Cynthia is shown in the background picking up a syringe that had fallen out of one of the backpacks and places it in her back pocket.

SIM

Have you ever heard of Roswell?

Just then one of the Tretaab crafts swoops just over the tree line surrounding the camp with a loud roar.

John and Sim duck as they look up.

Cynthia falls down and yells.

CYNTHIA

SIM!!!!

Sim looks at John.

SIM

Let’s go!

Sim and John rush to the tent and grab as much of the weapons and supplies as possible.

Sim grabs Cynthia’s arm as the three of them run off into the woods and out of the camp.

FADE OUT

EXT.  IN A FIELD ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

From the ground on the reservation, a C 130 transport is shown up in the sky flying over at a lower altitude.

INT.  INSIDE THE COCKPIT OF THE C 130 – MORNING

Inside the cockpit the pilot looks at the co-pilot and gives him the thumbs up sign.

The co-pilot looks down at his gages to a switch marked “Jump” and flicks it on.

In the back of the plane the door is shown open as the soldiers are shown lined up ready to jump.  When the green jump light comes on, the crew chief standing at the open door starts yelling and motioning to the troops.

CREW CHIEF

Go, Go, Go, Go!

The the soldiers are shown filing out of the plane quickly through the open door as the crew chief grabs their pins left on the line inside the plane that pulls their shoots automatically.

The soldiers are shown descending rapidly with their shoots opening.

EXT.  IN A FIELD ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

The team leader is shown squatting looking at a map.

Other soldiers are shown slowly gathering to him.

One soldier is shown just landing in the distance.

The Team Leader is shown handing the map to the radio man behind him and making hand signals and directing the team to circle toward the nearby tree line.

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE FIELD – MORNING

The platoon slowly maneuvers quietly in small groups as they move through the forest.

The Team Leader sees the Tretaab crafts in the distance in the clearing where they had landed.

The team leader is shown within his small group as he looks to each of the other groups surrounding the area and motions in silence for everyone to stop and get down.  He then motions to one group to bypass the crafts and catch up to the Tretaab’s and the other to sit still.

The team leader grabs communication equipment from the radio man just behind him and begins calling the pentagon war room.  He scans the area.

TEAM LEADER

                        (Speaking softly in the mouth piece.)

Alpha daddy, alpha daddy, this is Team Leader Fox Run, do you read?

The team leader continues to scan the area around them as he waits patiently for a response to his radio call to the war room.

INT.  INSIDE THE WAR ROOM AT THE PENTAGON – MORNING

Gen. Cartwright is shown seated at the conference table leaning in to a microphone in the center of the table.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox Run this is Alpha D, we copy.

TEAM LEADER

We have located the crafts.  I am transmitting coordinates.

The General is shown motioning to Jr. Officers.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Any sign of the…

The general looks around the room at the other Officers as he pauses in embarrassment.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Aliens????

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE FIELD – MORNING

The team leader is shown still crouched with his small group as he continues scanning the area with the microphone to his mouth.

TEAM LEADER

Negative Alpha D.  We are tracking currently…  Over…

The team leader motions to two soldiers with him to move out as the others have already bypassed around the crafts through the woods.

They disappear into the woods.

FADE OUT

EXT.  SIM & CYNTHIA’S DESERTED CAMP SITE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

Gog and some of the warriors slowly enter the middle of Sim and Cynthia’s now deserted camp.

One of the warriors on the fringe of the camp is shown as he notices some tracks and debris they dropped when they fled the camp.  The warrior squats down with a sensor, scanning the ground and debris for a scent.  He gets up and turns to head back to the center of the camp.

WARRIOR 5

Sir, I have a scent.

GOG

Which way?

The warrior holds up the sensor to the sky, then points.

WARRIOR 5

This way!

The Tretaab’s begin heading out of the camp in the direction the warrior pointed from a view at the forest edge, looking over one of the Special Forces soldiers shoulder.

The team leader grabs the communication equipment from the radio man again and begins calling the war room again.

TEAM LEADER

                        (Quietly speaking and breathing heavy from fear.)

Alpha daddy, Alpha daddy, Team Leader Fox Run…

INT.  INSIDE THE WAR ROOM AT THE PENTAGON – MORNING

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Go ahead fox run…

TEAM LEADER

We have located the targets.  They seem to be tracking someone or something and are now on the move.  Over…

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Copy fox run…  Who or what are they following?

The officers are shown listening intently for the team leaders response.

TEAM LEADER

Unsure Alpha…

Before the team leader is able to say “D”, static starts coming over the speaker in the war room.  The camera zooms in on the General…

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox run, come again?

As he pauses and waits for a response from the team leader everyone in the room is showing distraught looks on their faces.

GENERAL CARTWRIGHT

Fox run, do you read?

EXT.  INSIDE THE TREELINE FOREST AREA NEXT TO THE CAMP – MORNING

The team leader is shown unconscious and gray from having his strand taken.

Several of the team’s soldiers are shown lying on the ground dead with holes blasted through them and blood coming out of their mouths..

FADE OUT

EXT.  A MOUNTAINSIDE ON THE RESERVATION – MORNING

John, Sim and Cynthia are climbing up a mountain at the edge of the forest as Cynthia looks up at Sim reaching out his hand to help her up.

CYNTHIA

Where are we going to go Sim?

John is shown below her, climbing up.

JOHN

We are heading to a tribal site we used to play in when we were kids.

Sim looks down at Cynthia as she struggles up the climb.

SIM

How are you doing?  Can you make it?

CYNTHIA

Don’t worry about me, I can keep up.

John quickly climbs past Cynthia and then past Sim as he whispers.

JOHN

Who knew?  Sexy…  A Dr….  AND she’s tough…

SIM

                        (Shaking his head.)

Keep moving…

John hustles up the climb to the entrance of a cave and walks in as Sim turns around to help Cynthia over a large rock.

The shot cuts to Sim and Cynthia.

SIM

                        (Pointing up to the cave.)

It’s just up there…

INT.  INSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

From a view inside the cave, Cynthia and Sim walk in.

John can be seen facing away from them looking at the dimly lit cave walls.

The cave walls show ancient paintings depicting tribal life, hunting, animals, etc.

Sim and Cynthia walk up to John as Cynthia is looking at the walls.

CYNTHIA

This is amazing Sim…

John looks at Sim.

JOHN

They have got to be hot on our trail Sim.  What’s the plan?

Sim starts stacking all of the supplies they were able to collect and get out of camp.  He begins to sort the guns and ammunition, when he stops and looks up.

SIM

Here’s the deal…  Conventional ammo will probably not do much to these freaks and we are very light on rounds anyway.  We have determined that we have to shoot them with…

Sim stops and frantically rummages through the supplies.

JOHN

Who is we?

Cynthia kneels down next to Sim.

SIM

The Dr.!

Sim pauses and looks up at John as he points to Cynthia.

SIM

Cynthia… The Dr.

Sim continues frantically searching.

JOHN

Ok…   Well???  Shoot them with WHAT?

Sim looks at Cynthia.

SIM

Cynthia…  The syringes?  Did you get the red bag?

CYNTHIA

I thought you had it…

Sim sits down on the ground looking defeated.

SIM

                        (Shaking his head in frustration.)

Son of a bitch!

He pauses for a moment, then gets up quickly.

SIM

Ok, I have to go back…

Cynthia puts her hand on his arm.

CYNTHIA

You can’t.  They are right behind us Sim.

John reaches over and grabs the shotgun and a few shells and starts out the cave.

JOHN

Red bag?  I am on it!

John runs out the cave carrying the shotgun.

Sim turns to the cave entrance as John runs outside, not looking back or slowing down.

SIM

John…  NO!  You won’t know what to do with them…

JOHN

                        (Yelling back at Sim as he runs off.)

I will bring it back Sim.  Relax…

Cynthia notices some of the markings on the cave walls and walks over to look more closely.  She points up at something.

CYNTHIA

Sim, look!

Sim walks up next to her.

SIM

I swear, I love that kid, but sometimes he…

Cynthia interrupts.

CYNTHIA

Have you ever seen this before?

She points at a picture painted on the cave wall of what looks like the left hook without the DNA strand attached to it.

SIM

Wait a second…  I remember seeing this as a kid, but I never thought anything of it.

Focusing on the DNA painting on the cave wall.

CYNTHIA

So far the hook has always been connected to the strand.

SIM

What does it mean?

She turns around toward the supplies.

CYNTHIA

I’m not sure…  Where is the computer?

They walk over to where the supplies are stacked and Sim grabs the bag containing the laptop and Oracle and begins to unzip them and take them out.

FADE OUT

EXT.  HALFWAY DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE OUTSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

John is shown climbing down the mountain in a rush.

When he jumps off a rock down to the lower level, he comes face to face with a Tretaab warrior standing right in front of him.

John’s face first shows a bit of fear, but quickly changes to anger.

John lifts the shotgun to the Tretaab.

JOHN

All right you nasty looking piece of shit, I am tired of all this crap!

John pulls the trigger of the shotgun and blows the warrior away.

INT.  INSIDE THE CAVE – MORNING

Sim, hearing the shotgun blast, snaps his head toward the cave entrance, stands up and yells.

SIM

John!

Sim picks up the other gun and remaining ammo and looks at Cynthia.

SIM

Let’s go…

They both run out the cave to find John…

EXT.  THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN – MORNING

John looks down at the Tretaab he just shot.

Just then, Gog’s hand slams down onto John’s shoulder.  Gog grabs the shotgun out of John’s hands and easily snaps it in tow over his knee.

In shock and fear, John turns around with his eyes wide open at the sight of the massive Tretaab Commander.

Gog grabs John’s shirt collar and pulls him close as he puts his other hand over John’s head as if he is going to take his DNA.

GOG

Do you have something of mine?

Gog begins to pull John’s strand when he realizes there is no hook, right or left and it is having no effect on John. Grumbling, he punches John in the face and sends him flying into a rock where he is knocked unconscious.

Gog turns and talks to the other warriors surrounding him.

GOG

Search him.  We must find the codes…

From behind some bushes Sim’s voice is heard yelling.

SIM

Leave him alone!  I am the one you are looking for!

Sim walks out from behind the bushes into the clearing to face the Tretaab’s.  The warriors quickly grab him and take his weapon as they hold him.

As Sim is being held by the warriors and Gog walks up to him…  Just before Gog is about to speak, a warrior runs up holding the Oracle.

WARRIOR 6

Commander, the Oracle…

The warrior hands the device to Gog…

Gog as he looks down at the Oracle and back up to Sim.

GOG

You must be the descendant of the Atlanteans.  Tell me, are the codes contained in here?

Sim still being held by the warriors, looks to the ground.

SIM

I have no idea what you are talking about.

GOG

How does it work.

SIM

There is no way in hell I am going to help you.

Sim looks up defiantly at Gog.

SIM

You are planning to kills us all in a few years anyway.  You need me more than I need you!

Gog hands the Oracle to a warrior and motions that he should take the device to the mother ship.

GOG

Go!

Gog turns back to Sim.

GOG

Are we going to make this easy or difficult?

The shot cuts to a close up of Sim looking at Gog with a defiant look.

GOG

Either way, we will get what we came for…

As Sim is being held face to face with Gog, Sim spits in Gog’s face.

Gog wipes the spit from his face angrily and puts his hand above Sim’s head and begins taking his strand.

Sim’s strand is shown rising above his head.

WARRIOR 7

Commander…  The hook…

They all begin to notice the left hook instead of the right hook as Sim begins to turn gray and slump.  An evil laugh begins to start coming from Gog.

Cynthia is shown hiding in the bushes watching as she begins to cry quietly.  She leans back and starts to sit down on a rock, when something pokes her and she jumps up, startled.  She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out the syringe she had picked up back at the camp.

CYNTHIA

                        (Talking to herself.)

I may not be able to get all you bastards, but I am definitely taking YOU with me, you big ugly piece of crap!

Sim is shown appearing to be almost completely drained of his strand as he drops to the ground dead.

Cynthia comes running out of the bushes screaming and jumps on Gog’s back.  She slams the syringe into his back and empties it.

Gog is startled and throws her off.  Dazed, he shakes it off and pulls out his weapon and walks toward Cynthia laying on the ground looking up at him.

GOG

Look Tretaab’s.  They send their women to fight for them.

The warriors standing behind Gog begin to laugh and cheer.

All of the sudden Gog freezes and drops his weapon and begins to stumble around.  Looking very scared and worried, he looks back to his warriors.

Cynthia starts to stand up defiantly and walks over to face Gog, now nearly incapacitated.

CYNTHIA

You can call me “Chick”, you bastard!

Cynthia punches Gog in the face as the other warriors rush to contain her.

Suddenly, Gog is shown as lights begin shooting out of his body and he slowly starts to become semi-transparent.  Gog begins screaming.

GOG

The hook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As he completely disintegrates, the shot cuts to the warriors looking on in amazement.  Suddenly, they too begin to go through the same process.

INT.  INSIDE THE TRETAAB MOTHER SHIP – MORNING

The Tretaab Leader is shown screaming as he too succumbs to the codes effects.

                              TRETAAB LEADER

                  NO!!!!!!

EXT.  ON THE RESERVATION – NOON

Showing the river where the men that were abducted had been fishing, they are shown appearing suddenly and fall to the ground in a daze.

EXT.  ON THE RESERVATION – NOON

A woman and her baby appear suddenly outside a run-down store on the reservation.

INT.  SIM’S MOTHER’S HOUSE – NOON

Sim’s mother’s and the boys appear suddenly inside the house where they had when they were taken.  Sim’s mother runs from the kitchen into the living room where the boys are shown on the couch dazed and crying.  She grabs them in her arms crying and rocking.

FADE OUT

EXT.  THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN – MORNING

John is slowly sitting up and regaining consciousness, bleeding and dazed.

Cynthia runs to Sim and kneels down next to him.

CYNTHIA

Sim? Can you hear me?

John walks up behind her and places his hand on her shoulder.

JOHN

I don’t think he looks too good Doc…  What happened?

Cynthia looks up at John standing next to her.

CYNTHIA

John, are you ok?

JOHN

I don’t know, do I look ok?

John collapses with exhaustion to sit on the ground next to Cynthia.

JOHN

What about Sim?

Cynthia kneeling and leaning over Sim.

CYNTHIA

Quick, I need my red bag.  From the campsite.  Now!  Get it John!

John gets up slowly and staggers off to head for the camp.

Cynthia lifts Sim’s head off the ground as she begins checking for a pulse…

CYNTHIA

Sim, hang in there.

Sim’s body quivers as his eyes roll up in his head as he fades in and out of consciousness.

SIM

Cynthia?

CYNTHIA

Sim, you did it.

SIM

I died?

Cynthia looking down at Sim.

CYNTHIA

No, you beat them.  They are gone Sim.

Sim begins coughing and shivering.  He moves his head to look at Cynthia.

SIM

My mother…  The boys…

Sim seems to lose consciousness or die.

A tear begins to fall from Cynthia’s eye.

CYNTHIA

Sim?  SIM?  Stay with me!

John stumbles over carrying her red bag.  He drops it next to her.  Breathing heavily he slumps to the ground looking at Sim.

Cynthia grabs the bag as she rifles through it, pulling out syringes and various medical supplies, searching for something in her bag that might help.

Focused on her hand, she is shown fumbling through the items dumped out on the ground.  Suddenly her hand stops on one of the syringes.  She slowly lifts it up to her face and looks at it.

She begins to cry and pull the cap off the syringe as she grabs Sim’s arm and injects him, then frantically checks for a nonexistent pulse.   She begins sobbing and lays her head over his lifeless body.

John, now standing behind her, moves closer and places his hand softly on her shoulder as she cries, then kneels next to her at Sim’s side.

John places his hand on Sim’s chest and wraps his other arm around Cynthia as a tear falls from his cheek.

JOHN

He was like a brother to me Cynthia.  An amazing man…  There was always something special about him.

SIM

Was?  I still better be like a brother, white boy…

Sim, looking horrible but alive and conscious and slowly regaining his color and composure.

Cynthia and John begin to laugh and cry at the same time.

A few remaining Special Forces soldiers are shown walking onto the scene with walkie-talkies to their mouths, communicating with the war room.

Still lying on the ground, groggy and recovering, Sim looks up at Cynthia.

SIM

                        (Barely able to talk.)

                  Cynthia…

CYNTHIA

                        (Wiping tears from her eyes.)

                  Yes Sim.  What is it?

SIM

                  Will you marry me?

Cynthia and John begin to laugh and cry at the same time again.

INT.  INSIDE THE PENTAGON WAR ROOM – NOON

The war room is shown as the officers around the table are cheering and the Security Advisor smiling on the red phone talking to the President.

EXT.  IN THE FIELD WHERE THE TRETAAB’S LANDED – NOON

Military troops are walking around the ships shown somewhat melted and in disarray with burn marks on the ground.

FADE OUT

INT. INSIDE SIM’S NEW OFFICE – AFTERNOON

Sim is in a large elegantly decorated office sitting at his desk working on his computer when the phone rings and he answers it and his secretary is heard speaking to him.

                              SIM

                  Yes?

                              SECRETARY

                  Sir, your wife is here to see you.

                              SIM

                  Go ahead and bring her in…

A few moments later a knock is heard on his door as his secretary escorts Cynthia into his office and shuts the door.

Sim stands up and comes around his desk toward Cynthia and kisses her.

Cynthia looks around the room and begins walking around and looking at how lavish it is.  She stops and turns around to Sim.

                              CYNTHIA

Wow!  I guess becoming the National Director of the E.T. Technology Center of the USA means more than a good paycheck huh?  This is incredible Sim.

Sim grins at her.

                              SIM

I am just happy I am able to bring all these jobs to the reservation and have the new cultural center built.

Just knowing that I am a part of a lost civilization and a part of something bigger means something much deeper to me now…  I am so proud of my tribe and my people.

Cynthia looks down on Sim’s desk and notices the Oracle.  She walks over to it as she speaks.

                              CYNTHIA

                  Hey!  The Oracle.  What is that doing here?

Sim walks behind his desk and sits down.  He slides the Oracle close to him and begins starting it up.

                              SIM

Ya, well.  I found some additional things going on with this little beauty and they want me to figure out what else it can do.

                              CYNTHIA

                  What else it can do?

Cynthia walks behind Sim at his desk and leans her chin on his shoulder as the Oracle starts up.

                              SIM

Yeah.  It seems to potentially be a portal or gateway device for transportation or something.  I am not really sure what it does…  Let me show you.

Sim makes some adjustments to the device as it continues to wind up.

All of the sudden the device emits a very bright blue light that fills the room.

Sim and Cynthia are both surrounded by an enormous semi-transparent blue sphere and are swept into the device.

FADE TO BLACK

THE END

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The Importance Of Thanksgiving In Social Media

Regardless of whether you are in the United States, celebrate Thanksgiving as a holiday or not, its role in social media marketing is eternally connected. Not the way you might think. The Pilgrims didn’t use twitter and there is no social media turkey destined to be on anyone’s table this year.

Effective social media marketing should come from a spirit of thanksgiving, lower case t. A sense of gratitude and showing thanks makes connections and relationships that cannot be accomplished using any other type of marketing. Conversing with your customers and prospects is a given, but always being grateful for their shares, comments and likes is where many big brands fail miserably.

Our experience as a social media marketing agency, and now a social media software company has shown over and over that consistently responding to your fans and follower connections yields incredible results. The overlooked portion of “engagement” is often the thanksgiving part. Always showing gratitude to your audience for their sharing, involvement and promotion of your social accounts and brand. We are hyper focused on this at Bundle Post. Both our company accounts and my personal accounts always thank those that share, retweet or like our content.

The biggest challenge with doing this at higher volumes is not simply the time required, but doing it with a true grateful heart. For us, this is easy, as we have this true authentic belief from the top down within our company. We truly do care. For other brands or agencies handling a clients’ social media, this is apparently a challenge. The biggest offenders are the major brands with the biggest followings, but small business has a lot to learn here as well.

At this point I suspect some of you reading this are thinking “Respond and thank everyone, every time?” The answer is yes. If you ignore people in your office or retail establishment when they buy something or comment about how great something was, do you think they’ll come back? If someone refers you to a friend for a business connection and you ignore them, do you think they will do that again?

Here is a cycle I have noticed when doing this for ourselves, as well as previously for other brands.

Following this simple cycle will ensure that you do not ignore your audience, while building relationships and reducing the time it takes to do both. Consistency is key here. Make a commitment to do it and be consistent for best results.

By Robert Caruso
@fondalo
http://fondalo.com
Founder/CEO – Bundle Post

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The Importance Of Posting Content Over Just RT’ing Content

Content is the starting point of everything within the social graph. Your social media marketing program should be centered around a strategy of content posting, sharing and creation as an integral component. As I have stated previously, “content leads to conversations”. Social media content is the match that lights the conversations that help you become effective, but just any content doesn’t work. In fact you must understand the different types and be effective with them all.

There are three basic types of posts within social media:

1) Your Content – Something you/your company wrote or created

2) Posted Content – Something you found online and post to your feeds

3) Shared Content – Retweeting and/or Sharing other people’s posts

Too often I find smaller brands and individual social media marketers that are incredible at sharing Facebook content posts or Retweeting on Twitter, but what they share is often targeted to their peers, or isn’t relevant and interesting to their intended audience. What’s worse is that upon reviewing their streams, it is difficult to find something they have posted and not just shared from someone else. This is less than effective for a few reasons:

1) What are you known for?

2) What are you doing to provide value?

We have found that having a consistent daily flow of relevant, valuable content for your intended audience is the single best thing you can do to get conversations started. Doing this on a consistent basis helps you be known for something or better yet, a few things. Your audience will get accustomed to the relevant content they can find in your streams at any given time and will not just see it when it passes through their stream, but will actually seek you out to get it.

“It’s hard to get conversations started without relevant content” #quote @fondalo

Like any relationship, on or offline, value must be at the core. Simply sharing or retweeting content to your community is lazy and ineffective. A strategy, proper resources and time must be put into sourcing relevant content for your audience, as well as creating content they will find valuable.

Before anyone thinks I am proposing to not share or retweet, think again. That too is important, but needs to be at measured levels that allow YOUR content posting and creation strategy to have its own voice.

Here are some tips for being effective with your posts:

1) Know your audience – What are they interested in?

2) Consistency is key – Everyday, all day, have relevant content in your feeds.

3) Be known for something – When your community thinks of you, your posts should have created a description of you or your brand in their mind.

Go forth and post relevant, valuable content!

Robert M. Caruso
@fondalo
http://fondalo.com
Founder/CEO – Bundle Post

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Worse Than Annoying, Your Endless RT’s of Twitter Names Are…

Let me be very clear. You should Retweet on Twitter. You should acknowledge others by retweeting. It is appropriate to retweet a group of people when in a large conversation.

However, simply retweeting a group of twitter usernames over and over and over is pointless. Not only is it annoying to the poor souls that are caught up in such behavior, but worse than that it isn’t engagement and will do nothing to build relationships.

Friday I got into it on Twitter with someone that was doing this with the others in a large group. Usually I just ignore such behavior, however this had gone on for so long, I finally requested that they stop. My mention stream was so cluttered with the worthless activity it was becoming difficult to maintain the real conversations that I had going.

After the subsequent disagreement and unfollow of the “Social Media Innovator” that was perpetuating the endless RT’ing, I decided to do a video to demonstrate the real life equivalent of this activity to make a point. Please excuse my epic fail of forgetting to turn on the video capture during our Google Hangout, but I think not having the video has emphasized the point further.

Prepare to be annoyed. *note (the main point is made in the first 1:20 of the below video)

Wasn’t that really hard to listen to? Worse that first 1 minute of audio would clearly do nothing to build relationship between the group, had no conversation and isn’t effective.

I have said this 1000 times. The only hard fast rule in social media marketing is do not spam. All of the rest of the things I write about and suggest are simply guides to help you be effective. Having said that, sometimes the most annoying and most ineffective practices will get you unfollowed, unfriended or even blocked by many.

To be clear here, I am not referring to the RT of a follow Friday mention. However, when that follows the same pattern of RT every time someone else Retweets it, that falls under the same category as well.

A good rule of thumb on social media marketing activity is to be sure you know why you are doing what you are doing. Don’t just do things you see others doing if you do not understand the reason and benefit. This will keep you out of trouble.

I have found that it is more important in social media to know and understand what NOT to do, then it is to know what TO DO. Don’t do things that annoy others and are not effective. :-)

Robert M. Caruso
@fondalo
Founder/CEO – Bundle Post

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My Klout Experiment And The Disturbing Results

In my professional, humble social media opinion, it is about value, engagement and relationships that lead to ROI, not what someone or something says about how influential you are. Having said that, many of you that read my blogs on social media marketing and Klout know that I have been fairly supportive of the company, it’s business model and their perceived desire to provide a reliable, yet imperfect overall influence score.

Fast forward to just after the recent substantial changes Klout introduced a week ago yesterday and the firestorm of unrest that ensued, I wrote a post that supported the changes and tried to put everything in perspective.  In my article titled “Klout Changes Affect Millions” I state “It’s NOT the number increase or decrease that is important here. What’s important with the score is what that number can tell you and how you can make changes to your activity”. As I watched my score and others in the industry continue to decline for no apparent reason, I also began to watch and compare my Klout data with some major brands to try to gain some insight to share to all of you. I noticed only three significant differences between my @fondalo account and some of these brands, celebrities and industry experts:

1) Number of followers – most had thousands more than I do.

2) Following percentage – most don’t follow more than 10-20% of their followers. I follow folks that aren’t spammers and that are my target market. (as should all social media marketers)

3) Engagement – most do not respond and engage with their fans/followers at any significant rate.

At this point there has been so many posts and articles about the substantial changes Klout made and the anger toward the lack of explanation and transparency or any semblance of sense around what has resulted. So I don’t want to add to that. I did however begin to have a hunch regarding the algorithm when comparing my score to some brands.

I know I influence thousands on a daily basis, based on conversations, mentions and RT’s, let alone the significant number of comments, likes and shares I experience. We see significant ROI with our social media efforts as well, which in my opinion is a huge indication of our influence. One rule I have within social media is that I respond to every single mention, comment and RT. Whether it is furthering conversation or a polite thank you, I firmly believe this is important. Most of the larger brands out there do not. I also know that as a social media marketing software company, our target market and therefore friend, fan and follower base is mostly made up of peers with similar or lower scores than myself.

*Note – the time between Klout’s change and the start of my experiment, I wrote a blog post that received the highest traffic, views and comments, as well as being shared more on Twitter and Facebook than any other article I have written. Furthermore, that same period included a Friday, where my twitter account receives literally thousands of mentions in a single day. All the while my score continued a steady decline. Is that possible if influence is truly being measure?

All of these things got me thinking, then asking myself some questions…

1) Does Klout now determine you are more influential if you DO NOT engage/respond to everything?

2) Does Klout now determine you are LESS influential if the folks/brands that mention engage with you have less influence than you do?

I embarked on experiment that was very painful. My hunch regarding number one above was combined with a change in activity to see if anything interesting resulted. Over three days I only responded and engaged when someone directly asked me a question or their mention or comment really required it. All other likes, comments and RT’s were ignored. (I want to note this was so hard for me. I pride myself on not being like the other arrogant social mediaexpertsby always responding and helping others, etc.) It was incredibly difficult to stay firm with my activity pattern change to ensure these 3 days resulted in accurate findings.

Results:

My hunch related to number one above was completely wrong, but I noticed something that is even more disturbing. Based on my reduction in engagement and response to my friends and followers as well as blog comments, you would expect that the rate my score is declining would substantially increase. This did NOT occur. As you see in the image, it maintained the approximately the same level of decrease during the experiment.

Why is that important? It says that according to Klout’s new algorithm, responding and engaging with your friends, followers, fans and Blog “commenters” (which I might add builds relationships and therefore increases opportunity for ROI) has little to do with your influence in the social graph. Disturbing doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings about this discovery.

What’s more, the data in the image shows two additional frightening discoveries that should be pointed out:

1) Amplification Stabilized - Even though I stopped conversing at usual levels, my amplification stopped declining at the previous steady pace since the Klout changes. Seriously? How does that remotely make sense or be in anyway possible? So by not engaging and thanking people, how much I influence them increases? Disturbing to say the least.

2) Network Impact Increase – After a steep immediate decline at the beginning of my experiment, my Network Impact began to show a pattern of slow steady rise.

So while my overall Klout score continued its steady decline, my overall amplification influence and network influence became more stable or even started to rise.

As a previous proponent of Klout and someone that consistently saw their system as one with proper focus, leadership and focus on accurate depiction of the social graph, I am dismayed. As a heavy social media user, consultant and someone that has driven ROI and strategy for many businesses large and small, I am now almost speechless at what I have found.

Based on my experiment, it appears that Klout’s algorithm changes are not focused on improving their social measurement system, but a clueless attempt to prop up larger brands and celebrities anti-social behavior and stifle effective relationship building that leads to ROI for those that do it right. -OR- even worse, tech geeks and scientific formulas that have no real understanding of social media and it’s proper use in business.

Being a social media technology company, you would have thought Klout would have better managed their decision to release this new tech as well as get in front of this story with better answers that made some kind of sense. Instead, they decided to let social media do what it does and react to it, albeit poorly. This entire thing is an incredible example to other brands on how NOT to manage a crisis and to tech companies on how NOT to let your head get too big. Your customers and users should have a lot to say about the game, not just you.

I am not upset at all that my score lost 11+ Points. I am pissed that a company I trusted, upheld and cheered for has fumbled in such a horrific way. The only way Klout could save face with me at this point is to do what Bank of America is doing in the banking sector. Roll back to previous algorithm and make small incremental changes that are accurate and thoughtful.

*note – I did not add or remove any social media platforms during my experiment. I only altered my engagement pattern. Nothing more, nothing less.

Robert M. Caruso
@fondalo
Founder/CEO – Bundle Post

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5 Important Ways To Optimize Your Twitter Profile For Improved Results

Do you realize the importance of your Twitter bio? It can literally make or break your effectiveness on Twitter. There are several things I consult on regarding Twitter profiles and today I am going to share them with you. Whether you agree or not, understand that what I am sharing I have proven over a long period of time. Your social media marketing can depend on having this tightened up.

Number one and two I am most passionate about. The rest are things I teach and believe, and still quite important. The more of these you commit to doing, the more effective your profile will be within your social media management results.

1) Profile Picture – One thing I have learned is that people build relationships with people, not logos. I can’t have a relationship with your company OR your logo. I can have a relationship with YOU, or a person from your company. Use your photo and include your logo in the graphic if you like. Just be aware that whether consciously or not, people will engage and be much more open to a relationship if you are you, not simply a company.

2) Account Name – Equally as important to number one is account name. Go ahead and use your twitter name as your brands name, but make sure there is a human name in the name field. People can’t really have a relationship with a brand or a company name. They can and will with a human from that company.

When someone retweets a post of mine, I want to thank them as an individual. I want to call them by name and show sincerity. When your name is your company name, I have to call you ABC Company. See the point? People talk to humans, not logo’s or companies. Heck even when you call Home Depot, you get to talk to a human that answers the phone, not their brand or logo. More importantly, it’s likely your company is nothing close to the size or recognition of a brand like Home Depot. Just be you…

3) Location – The location field of your bio is frequently not made important by many Twitter account holders, yet it is very important to those viewing your account. Leaving this blank or using latitude and longitude settings aren’t helpful. You are missing opportunities to be found by your target market, as well as opportunities for conversations with your audience. Be specific, yet broad enough to be inviting to your audience. Example – Mine is: Oregon, PDX, Portland, USA.

4) Bio – Another highly important field is your Bio. Be sure to give some information about YOU, as well as your company and what you do. Displaying yourself as human makes you approachable and real. Topics of interest and the details that make you unique help others feel like they know you better, resulting in more topics to engage on. Note things about you in your bio that invite conversations. Conversations lead to relationships. Relationships lead to business and ROI.

5) Website – Every single one of us has either a website, Youtube channel, a video, blog, Facebook account, social portal, etc. If you don’t… get one. Give your target market the ability to find out more about you and/or connect with you in other ways. I am amazed at how many people/companies leave this blank. A big fail!

Optimizing your Twitter profile is just as important as engaging with your target market. Don’t underestimate that social media is about relationships and humans are attracted to having that with other humans, not some brand or logo.

Robert M. Caruso
@fondalo
Founder/CEO – Bundle Post

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