May
22
2013
untitled Wally Pfister Project
written by Jack Paglen
5.1.12
A FIELD OF WHITE fills the screen. Slowly, the white is invaded by rivulets of fragmented black matter. This graphitelike material forms intricate streams from the top and sides of the frame. The network moves, builds, expands and intertwines until the screen is completely black. In the blackness a REFLECTION slowly fades into view. The reflection is in the black smoke glass of a massive room of computer servers. We pan to find ourselves in-
INT. DATA CENTER, BOSTON – DAY
An endless row of computer servers stand lifeless and dark. Illuminated only by a long row of skylights above. There is no power. Two men walk through. MAX WATERS is in his forties. Dirty jeans. Stained coat. JOSEPH TAGGER is sixty. Ungroomed. They take in the dark building, still as a tomb.
JOSEPH
How is it out there? Have you found anything?
MAX
No. Nothing. I heard Tokyo has power. Berlin, too. But they’re just rumors.
JOSEPH Nobody’s connected?
MAX
No. No phone. No internet. No power. Nothing.
They walk in silence, both lost in thought. Max takes in the lifeless machines all around them.
JOSEPH
You know we’re rebuilding the same system?
Max goes silent. They move to the exit, guarded by SOLDIERS with assault rifles.
JOSEPH (CONT’D) Let me know what you find.
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