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24 Ghosts III
Entry to the Nine Inch Nails Ghosts Film Festival, currently being held on YouTube 03.12.08
Music: Nine Inch Nails
Art Direction: Wormwood Collectives
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Future Drug of the Money Spinners…
Charlie was a scientist for biochemical research at Devlyn Markhead Industries.
He worked all hours of day and night for 28 solid years, attempting to create a drug
which gave the brain an ability to heal mortal wounds.
THIS WOULD COME IN HANDY FOR WARS AND MORE WARS TO COME.
He ended his many years at D.M.I in complete frustration, and, by creating a completely different drug altogether.
One so remarkably memorable, that within the company, its only reference was to: THE FUTURE SO BRIGHT.
To Charlie, this was a prominent failure from what he had initially set out to do.
He ended his eventual intentions at D.M.I, not because of fruitless endeavor-
Rather, it was that he became so successful in his findings, and grew ever fearful of what could be,
.Should he continue? The answer was quite clear.
When he quit D.M.I he was at the top of his field.
Nobody in the company really understood why he was so adamant about taking an early
retirement either. He was incredibly close to world changing results,. Results which left every last
superior waving red flags against his departure.
One evening, Someone even went so far as to joke about ‘offing’ him in a room filled with
well-wishers. Of all times for this joke to arrive…it was the day of his going away party….
Everyone laughed despite.
As careers came, he possessed three lifetimes’ worth of research.
Every last one of his findings remain scarily intact too…
This reason alone, gave him prompt release from duties, if not from their suspicions.
Onward to a new life. One which did not include a divergence of history.
He had recently married one of his patients, and injected her with his prize serum.
Mara is currently pregnant with their first child.
His name is Charlie.
And this is his story.
(Scene 11) CRACKAJACK IN THE FIELD OF QUANTUM MADNESS
Charlie Jenkens turns the corner just outside his regular eating hole.
Racing home as fast as he is able. He feels like a strong bull doing it too.
Pearl’s was empty tonight, leaving him no choice but to ‘think aloud’.
Over dinner of bland tuna-melt and coffee…
In discovering a nail clipping at the bottom of his cup, he also realizes an answer to his
Change bounces on the table, as he charges for the door.
The cup is laying on it’s side
A woman clad in heels is leaning against the wall just outside.
For a moment, catching glimpse of her causes him to lose balance.
All he sees before the moment they touch, is a mass of darkness.
CRASH DOWN FUCKER…
He falls towards the floor, but she catches him before impact.
As if he were just a small boy, his being is suddenly lifted and standing upright- with heart racing
just below heart attack level.
A car drives by reflecting her vicious clutch on the tie around his neck.
Shadows dance across the building walls.
He is now staring into the face of an Inhuman Beauty Model (IBM)
All light fails inside black once more.
They are alone.
He recognizes her as a watered down version of the ADANA, released by
Prospero Creations. It was whispered that this line was to be consumer affordable.
Even still, not many could afford them.
A sister empire, aptly titled LUST INC.
How does Charlie know intimates surrounding the ADANA Series?
Because he once had a similar version before Prospero went public.
His version, ADA, almost cost him everything in the world.
That is, before she went haywire and disappeared over the hills.
Complicated story….And he is not a murderer, per say.
At least that’s not what the papers read…
“This one does not have a voice like the ADANA.”
She tells him to follow her. Putting all bravery aside, he asks the dreaded question:,
“Is this be where my joke becomes reality?”
“I have a wife who is pregnant with our first child. And if this has anything to do with ADA 313…
Well, it happened exactly as I told the police”
Every abandoned street they walk down grows blacker, and colder.
Until, finally, they are no longer in any neighborhood he recognizes.
She has stopped talking altogether.
After miles of walking seemingly nowhere, they arrive at a garage warehouse.
She leans against the wall, and pulls off one of her high heels.
Out spills a key into her palm. Once inside, the lights come up, revealing a huge room with
lone chair in the middle. He turns to see if she has any reaction at all.
MEET YOU AT NOTHING, BABY…
Her face is beyond flawless. Unreal.
For a brief moment, in darkness she resembles the ADANA model.
Not anymore though. Whoever made this face, was completely in love with it.
Beyond certainty, she is well made, bearing no rival.
She tells him to go sit.
He motions refusal, only to be instantaneously overcome by a voice which speaks
about “choice” not existing in this place.
~33 CHILDREN SLAIN.
ADA MODEL 313 ATTACKS SCIENTIST HUSBAND.
HUBBY SURVIVES WITHIN BREATH OF LIFE.
ADA CONTINUES ON KILLING RAMPAGE AT CHILDREN’S NURSERY.
LUST INC. REFUSES RECALL OF 32 REMAINING MODELS. LAWSUITS ENSUE.
POLLS REFLECT,: ENTIRE WORLD FEARFUL OF PROSPERO CREATIONS.~
Charlie walks slowly to the chair.
Looks around at the walls…the ceiling…anything which might resemble a familiar escape.
To no avail. There will be no way out, other than brutal force.
And, she will win when this occurs.
If there were ever a survivalist instinct within him…
It is now.
There is a lot more to this story than what I have posted thus far…
But we will get to that soon. I am far from finished, because of how much I enjoy
writing on this particular one. A novice peek to get you hooked in meantime.
Soundtrack for this piece provided by Sean Ross, CJ DeVillar, xjudson, Sirkus, fx05,
Chris Partain, Craig Ellis, Larry Otis, Mark Shipman, and Myself.
“Unconditional Surrender,” (Feb. 10, 2007) A 25-foot, 6,000 pound commemorative statue by world-renowned artist J. Seward Johnson commemorating a famous World War II photo taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt of a Sailor kissing a nurse in Time Square, New York City 1945.
Photography: Judson Frondorf (2008)