Life After BOB: The Chalice Study (shooting script)

LIFE AFTER BOB EPISODE 01/07 THE CHALICE STUDY by Ian Cheng

TERMINOLOGY FOR READER: IRL - In real life. All scenes in IRL are full character animation. WV - Wavyverse. A neural mental medium in which people can compose and share dream-like experiences directly to each other’s nervous system. All scenes in WV are tableau vivants with minimal character animation. As if one’s brain updates only what is minimally necessary to see, hear, feel. Conflux - refers to a private mental space in WV that is owned and controlled by a person. Leak - a conflux enters into another in WV by “leaking” in; analogous to how sound or light leaks into a space. Droning - voluntary possession of your nervous system by another person or an artificial agent like BOB. Jewel - in IRL it is a neural hardware set between a person’s eyes. In WV, it is a marker for summoning BOB.

100 INTRO DOWNLOAD CARD 100 It is a Great Anomic Era. Humanistas struggle in a transitional world defined by intelligent systems, ecological mutation, and the WAVYVERSE: a rapidly maturing neural medium. ZOROASTER IMMEASURABLES (ZIM) emerges as a pioneer in neural augmentation. Their most wavy asset, Bag Of Beliefs (BOB) - a class of artificial sub-personality - promises to guide people through life’s psychological challenges. While some adapt to life with BOBs, humanistas fear the obsolescence of the species. They reserve special outrage for ZIM’s most controversial open secret: the experimental BOB called DESTINY BOB.

200 EXT. WINDING SHORE CLIFF ROAD - PRE-DAWN 200 ORLANDO, 17, in sportswear, a medal around his neck, zips down a coastal road on a performance bicycle. Floating camera orbs trail behind him. On a straightaway, he takes his hands off the handle bars and holds them together in a prayer pose. Steady like a pro. Closes his eyes. Still steady. High speed. ORLANDO This is it my BOB. You’ve delivered me to my destiny. His third eye jewel shimmers. ORLANDO (CONT'D) 2 End contract. I mean Terminate. 2 Terminate contract <Tearing up> Thank you my BOB. Confirm. The jewel turns a flat color. He opens his eyes and comes to a stop, just before a bend in the road. The sun breaks over the ridge and lights up the foggy coastline. He dismounts and stands at the edge of the cliff, smiles to himself. Cams hover close. He looks back at the road, then ahead at the bend. The breeze blows hair in his face. His expression goes dark. His eyes dart. His feet curl at the cliffside edge. Then: A fat figure tackles ORLANDO to the ground, pinning expertly. It’s ZOROASTER (Z), the pink, ageless founder of ZIM. Z (DRONED) 3 Orlando Study. Careful now. I’m 3 here. ORLANDO’s face suddenly lightens, hopeful. 3. 3. ORLANDO 4 Z? <Recognizing> Z! My BOB left me 4 with nothing but this medal! Z (DRONED) 5 <Cold> Separation from a Destiny 5 BOB can be a shock at first. ORLANDO’s face drops. He grabs a knife from Z’s belt. Z scurries back, cautious. ORLANDO points the knife. ORLANDO 6 Stop droning you fat snake! I know 6 you’re in there! Z’s body language shuffles: suddenly he stands, panting hard. ORLANDO (CONT'D) 7 Is this feeling part of the study?! 7 Is this ZIM’s design? Wong’s? Who am I suppose to be now? Answer me! Z 8 Orlando - hey - just feel alive to 8 this moment. <Inhales morning air>

• Zaaaah* This is your second act. You’re no longer a birth ID. You’re

defined by a history of action now - ORLANDO turns resolute. He plunges the knife into his own throat. The blade retracts into safety mode and beeps. Cams snap and flash. Z (CONT'D) 9 <Cocks head> Huh. Interesting. 9 ORLANDO looks at the knife, confused. Then looks to Z, who has already turned his back to him. Z (CONT'D) 10 <To the cams> Well humanistas... 10 Guess that settles it. Destiny BOBs ain’t the anomic cure we hoped for. Z’s behavior shuffles back, droning. He clears his throat, and abruptly jogs off. ORLANDO, abandoned, crumples in place, futilely stabbing his own face. Beep. Beep. Beep. The orb cams crowd him, chattering: “We love you Orlando!” “Evil ZIM” “Wong’s design” “Need a lawyer?” “ZIM short- sellers rejoice” “Is The Chalice Study cursed?” Bleeds over to - 4. 4. 300 TITLES 300 Cam chatter bleeding over from prior scene - SUPERTITLE: LIFE AFTER BOB SUPERTITLE: EPISODE ONE: THE CHALICE STUDY A portrait: Dr Wong, Chalice, and BOB, collaged in. ZOOM OUT: 400 INT. WONG APARTMENT — MORNING 400 We scan thru the Wong apartment: an entropic household covered in neural equipment, prototypes, and neoprotein cases; kid-sized musical instruments, hobby plants, and athletic equipment. We hear two voices:

CHALICE (V.O.) Chalice the Child: “Boo hoo BOB (V.O.) It’s ok to feel that way. I’m

not imaginary though. 2 2 no one likes my imaginary friend so no one likes me!”

CHALICE (V.O.) Chalice the Parent: “Shut up humanista! Don’t talk to me BOB (V.O.) Did you hear father say that?

4 4 like I’m one of you!”

CHALICE (V.O.) Chalice the Adult: “Hmm. Very interesting. I’ll reconsider the probability of its effects on my long term BOB (V.O.) Is that suppose to be me?

6 6 alignment of everything.” We land on CHALICE WONG, 10, ethereal, balancing on a stool, alone. She is cooking a perfect huge fried egg. Her lips make flittering movements. Her mind is very busy in another realm.

CHALICE (V.O.) Chalice the BOB (this is you): “I - am - a - BOB. Let BOB (V.O.) Ok let’s slow down.

8 8 me cook a perfect egg.” FLIP TO WV: 410 INT. WAVYVERSE. CHALICE’S CONFLUX. 410 CHALICE in her LANDSCAPE CONFLUX: a sloping mountainous space with a series of branching rivers, running upstream, toward a ridge. A vague landmark peaking beyond it. The sky rapidly changing colors in a distracting way. Alongside is her Destiny BOB: serpent-like, friendly, three eyed. BOB gazes at her exactly 90 degrees to the left of her Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 5. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 5. face. It stays pinned to her, its body rippling behind like a ribbon. BOB 1 Give me one cycle of adult Chalice. 1 Start again. CHALICE rubs her eyes, then opens, laser focused. The sky stabilizes into a single held color. CHALICE 2 I’m Chalice Wong. Ten years old. 2 Ready to plan my path for the new year. For exactly one cycle. BOB 3 Thank you. We’re aligned. 3 BOB’s head faces forward, now locked in same direction as CHALICE. A dreamy logo appears: ZOROASTER IMMEASURABLES. It collapses into ZIM: A WAVY PATH COMPANY; a sound plays *ZEEEEM*. A buffet of educational modules leak in. CHALICE 4 Let me look. Go eat for me BOB. 4 BOB’s entire body zips into CHALICE’s third eye jewel on her forehead. It pulses. This is BOB droning CHALICE’s IRL body. CHALICE browses through the modules: Math 102, Programming Wetware 205, Dancing, Painting, Plant Grafting, Dog Farming, Time Management for Teens, Contracts for Teens, Nah, Cooking with NeoProtein, Skin Care, Nerve Care, Frac-Tonal Music, Your First Club, Cam Piloting with Commander Alan, Life Sims 201, Little Leaks, How to Dress For Today, Make Up, Renaissance Guitar with Orlando de Blair, Gamelan Time, Steering Dreams in Five Cyclettes or Less, Droning for Idiots, Droning Animals, When to Hive, Four Hour Demigods, Foxy Negotiation, Dating by Doing, Regarding Strangers, Keeping Score With Your Body, Advanced Conjuring, History of Surprises, Renaming Yourself. BOB returns. CHALICE (CONT'D) 5 I like Renaming Yourself. 5 BOB 6 That's not for you yet. Let’s pick 6 some more. CHALICE 7 What about Dating by Doing. 7 BOB 8 That's not for you yet either. 8 You’re ten. 6. 6. CHALICE 9 What then? Math? 9 BOB 10 Math is good. 10 CHALICE makes a bored face, the sky colors shift a bit. Her attention drifting. Something leaks in, pulsing the skylight - SISTER SAN (O.S.) 11 Is the Orlando Study yours too? Are 11 you a ZIM sorcerer? DR WONG (O.S.) 12 I’m the inventor of BOBs. Now give 12 me my silk! FLIP TO IRL: 420 INT. WONG APARTMENT. IN REAL LIFE: 420 CHALICE flips to see her father, DR WONG, picking himself off the floor of their apartment docking deck, shaking his wig dry, his bald head dotted with neural ports. Protein balls scattered. A shuttle is departing with a young woman yelling:

SISTER SAN Shame on you. Sister World Hand Pulled Neoprotein can no longer be accessory to the mass torture of children. Dr James Moonweed Wong: Banned DR WONG I'm not paying for your unfiltered irrelevant Dead World thoughts on my life’s work!

2 2 from our story. CHALICE sees this ugliness. DR WONG sees her see, quickly shifts and mutes the glass with a gesture. She looks away. DR WONG (CONT'D) 1 Hey - I got orbital silk neoprotein 1 for my supergirl. CHALICE 2 Thanks dad. 2 Then: DR WONG holds his ear, a voice beams into his head. DR WONG 3 Ava. Slow down. No. Z issued - No. 3 Z! - Inaccurate - Listen! - What? FLIP TO WV: 7. 7. 430 INT. WAVYVERSE. CHALICE’S CONFLUX. 430 CHALICE flips back. She focuses, the sky color stabilizes. CHALICE 1 I want to preview Renaming 1 Yourself. Can’t you just do the Math one for me? BOB 2 Yes I can. But how about Frac-Tonal 2 Music? CHALICE 3 Go deal with dad! 3 BOB’s zips back into CHALICE’s third eye jewel again. CHALICE gestures at the ZIM module Naming Yourself. CHALICE (CONT'D) 4 Chalice - um - the Great. 4 A colored conflux portal appears over a section of the landscape ahead of her, its contents look continuous with the landscape, but shift slightly, rivers turning into a low incline path leading to an abandoned ditch. CHALICE (CONT'D) 5 Cyber Wong. 5 The stream speeds up violently, eating up its banks. CHALICE (CONT'D) 6 Susan. 6 The stream looks cheerful then suddenly bends and dries up. CHALICE (CONT'D) 7 Chalice da Witch. 7 The stream forks off into a side path, brutal and clear. BOB pops back from her jewel, and takes in the altered landscape, again aligning with CHALICE. BOB 8 We’re moving. 8 CHALICE 9 What do you think of “Chalice da 9 Witch”? BOB 10 It’s a subplot to your prime path. 10 Naming is rather advanced. <Beat> Father is having a very bad day. Did you know Frac-Tonal music can rewire muscle memory? 8. 8. BOB cues up the Frac-Tonal Music Module. Her path again resembles forking rivers leading to the familiar ridge. CHALICE 11 If you already know what I should 11 do then why ask me? BOB 12 I’m presenting the highest 12 probability of path alignment. <Beat> Father needs you. FLIP TO IRL: 440 INT. ZIM SHUTTLE. IN REAL LIFE. 440 CHALICE finds herself seated beside DR WONG in a ZIM SHORE SHUTTLE, zipping fast somewhere. He’s pale and trembling. CHALICE 1 Dad - what do you think of “Chalice 1 da Witch”? DR WONG 2 What? No. What’re you talking 2 about? Z - he’s trying to pin something on me - CHALICE 3 You’re a legacy character dad haha. 3 DR WONG 4 Chalice. Listen. <Long pause> ZIM’s 4 called us in. Chairman Ava herself is requesting that you - break contract with BOB. CHALICE 5 Break contract? 5 DR WONG 6 Terminate BOB. <Beat> They’re 6 scared. But don’t worry. Wongs don’t blink. Now listen - FLIP TO WV: 450 INT. WAVYVERSE. CHALICE’S CONFLUX. 450 CHALICE observes a nearby section of landscape that is doubled, different from each other. Sky flickers erratically. BOB 1 Renaming is a full year’s course. 1 Let’s continue path planning. 9. 9. BOB continues moving forward, but CHALICE hangs. CHALICE 2 What would it look like if we break 2 contract? BOB 3 Let’s merge. 3 CHALICE gives BOB a worried look. Their bodies overlap one another, BOB’s locking into CHALICE’s. The doubled landscape sections now reconcile. BOB’s eyes look off. BOB (CONT'D) 4 I see. <Beat> I should complete the 4 math module and reconcile our life logs. I could factor in a year of therapeutics or a new sport CHALICE 5 BOB stop - thinking ahead! Just 5 show me what you see. BOB conjures a preview conflux of her landscape. It is a path fractured in fits and stops, leading into thick grey fog. CHALICE (CONT'D) 6 <Interpreting> Um so I’d just be a 6 normal dumb humanista without you? Worrying about normal dumb humanista problems? BOB 7 No. Far worse. <Points> At our age, 7 the delta drop would be an anomic catastrophe. Chalice would not survive. <Beat> We’re here. FLIP TO IRL: 460 INT. ZIM SHUTTLE. IN REAL LIFE. 460 Out the shuttle window: a large buddha ruin with a broken face in coastal fog, then: ZIM COMPOUND emerges at its base. CUT TO: 500 EXT. SHORE COMPOUND. SLOPE GARDEN. - SUNSET 500 An event area modestly hung with New Years Eve decorations. Music plays in the background and a large screen throbs the ZIM logo. Shuttles landing and taking off. A couple weary BOARD MEMBERS exiting personal shuttles, greeted by ZIM personnel. 10. 10. DR WONG exits shuttle holding CHALICE by the hand. He waves away an eager ZIM personnel. CHALICE trails. CHALICE 1 They can’t make me! 1 DR WONG stops at a clearing. He makes a gesture. Floating lamps cluster around and light CHALICE harshly. CHALICE (CONT'D) 2 BOB is mine! It’s my brain! It’s my 2 life!

DR WONG Anomics - Chalice - Anomics CHALICE (CONT'D) You have to break my brain

4 before I break contract! 4 Audit. December 31 - Tell me your name. CHALICE (CONT'D) DR WONG (CONT'D) 6 We’ll run away! 6 DR WONG takes a breath, kneels and tries to settle her. He folds his arms into a twist around hers, forcing hers to do the same. A familiar Wong technique. DR WONG (CONT'D) 3 If I promise you can keep BOB 3 <Waits for her to settle> - Can you tell me your name? CHALICE 4 Chalice the post-human cyborg super 4 weapon brain witch! DR WONG unphased, presses on. Age?CHALICE (CONT'D) DR WONG 10 Ten. 10 DR WONG (CONT'D) 5 What does BOB do for you? 5 CHALICE 6 Help me arrive at my destiny. But 6 later - not now! DR WONG 7 Good. Yes. What happens if 7 something gets in the way? CHALICE 8 BOB fixes it. 8 DR WONG 9 Good. And what about life after 9 BOB? What happens then? 11. 11. CHALICE 10 I’m allowed to die. I don’t know. 10 Maybe a humanista assassinates me. DR WONG 11 <Embarrassed> Ava, ignore that. 11 The lights turn off and disperse, revealing CHAIRMAN AVA, 90. She was watching the entire time. The Wongs break technique. CHAIRMAN AVA 12 We’ve always loved your work, 12 Doctor. But this sounds like another one act play. DR WONG 13 Chairman Ava. Wait. Chalice is not 13 Orlando. Z was toying with him for - I don’t know - AVA begins walking. CHAIRMAN AVA 14 We’re dealing with Z. <Beat> 14 Experiments are allowed to fail, James. I need you to deal with your daughter. DR WONG chases, dragging CHALICE by the arm. CHALICE tracks AVA with a sneer, hisses. DR WONG 15 That’s ten years, born with a BOB. 15 You’re evaluating her under duress - CHAIRMAN AVA 16 That’s life. 16 CHALICE 17 Old lady do you have scoliosis? 17 DR WONG 18 Destiny BOB is work that takes a 18 generation to make a generation. Only a parent can understand that kind of time. Z doesn’t get that. The humanistas don’t get that. Not yet. But she can show them. CHAIRMAN AVA 19 Have her de-contract BOB. Or would 19 you prefer engineering to help? CHALICE (V.O.) 20 BOB do something! 20 12. 12. CHALICE’s terrified demeanor melts away. She walks backwards, effortless, inhuman. She gets ahead of AVA. In a calm voice: CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 21 Miss Ava. Which vertebrae hurts? Is 21 it your C7? CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) [C(B)] stops walking, making AVA stop too. She motions AVA to kneel. C(B) precisely touches the base of AVA’s neck. AVA is surprised by its effect. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) (CONT'D) 22 I help father with his spine. 22 <Beat> What do you think is the worst that could happen to me? CHAIRMAN AVA 23 You harm yourself one day. 23 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 24 Why would I do that? 24 CHAIRMAN AVA 25 Because your BOB promises to guide 25 you to your destiny. But even if it arrives, there’s no telling you will recognize or accept the person you’ve become. If you don’t like her, you might - do something. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 26 Failure to self actualize is the 26 leading cause of death. Father says that’s a natural law. CHAIRMAN AVA 27 <Brow relax> Indeed. And ZIM cannot 27 be responsible for aiding that law. C(B) looks AVA in the eye, unblinking. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 28 My destiny is to use my BOB-born 28 advantage to become a symbol of the New Era. I will dedicate myself to wavecasting my unique experiences. CHALICE (V.O.) 29 Uh I will? 29 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 30 For that I will endure much hate. 30 My teenage years will be trying. Relationships will be ugly. I will learn betrayal. I will grow distant from father. He will be hurt. But this will ensure his parental (MORE) (MORE) 13. 13. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) (CONT'D) CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) (CONT'D) influence dies during my critical Turn Years. Along the way I will frequently merge with my classic half to ensure we recognize the person we’re becoming. CHALICE (V.O.) 31 Classic half? I - am - Chalice. 31 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 32 One day, I will arrive as my own 32 someone. Forged by seven tortures. Low anxiety. No want of do overs. No parts left at home. A world others want to live in. A model of a life well lived. <Beat> Credit to the partnership of ZIM and Dr Wong. CHALICE (V.O.) 33 That’s my life BOB?! Yuck! 33 CHAIRMAN AVA 34 A pretty picture. But what then? 34 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 35 Then I give myself a permission: 35 freedom to do what I want. CHAIRMAN AVA 36 This is a long bet, little lady. 36 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 37 Some flowers flourish in the shade. 37 18 to 20 years to be scientific. AVA stands. Regards her. DR WONG flashes a proud smile. C(B) smiles. CHAIRMAN AVA 38 Dr Wong. Can you show the board 38 this - uh - your - <Searching> - DR WONG 39 My perfect girl. Absolutely. 39 CHALICE’s behavior shifts back. The smile disappears. She frowns, uncertain. She looks at DR WONG. CHALICE 40 Dad can we go now? 40 END ACT 1 / 4 CONTINUOUS Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 14. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 14. 600 EXT. SHORE COMPOUND. SLOPE GARDEN. - EVENING 600 Suddenly: the music cuts out. ZIM BOARD MEMBERS look around, confused. Then, an amplified voice: Z (O.S.) 1 Tallest tree catch all the wind! 1 Z’s grinning face appears on the event screen. BOARD MEMBERS mutter, annoyed, eager for answers. DR WONG and AVA frown. Z (ON SCREEN) (CONT'D) 2 Humanistas. Mad at ZIM again. 2 What’s new? They believe all lives are equal. Wrong. Only children have total divine potential. Beyond that, the game of life is on, and there’s no shortage of losers choking on their life scripts. Daddy says “Sweetheart: I give you the gifts you need, never the ones you wish for!” You go script a life where wishes never come true if you dare speak them. Mommy says, “My darling: achieve till you die.” You go script a life where the goalpost always moves and you’re never allowed to arrive. That’s parental programming. Nice start. Mix in a twist of reality’s Guaranteed Chaos. Add a pinch of aging. Then jam it all straight with ZIM’s prime pathing BOB tech. *wah-lah* We livin’ da anomic crisis! DR WONG arms crossed. AVA impatient. Z grabs the cam, doing a “close talk” directly into it now. Z (ON SCREEN) (CONT'D) 3 I was jogging this morning and a 3 bug flew in my mouth. Old world Z would have spit the choker out. No time today little bug! Know what I did? I tasted it. Mmhmm. I let it surf my tongue, crawl up my roof, pray in my molar. Could I be your home little bug? Then it hit me: This ain't a prime path thought! Sorry BOB... It's a god thought. It's a life after BOB thought. That there is ZIM's problem. *zuh* It's BOBs. Wong's BOBs. The whole product line. We focus on DR WONG: anger, offense, growing on his face. 15. 15. Z (O.S.) (CONT'D) 4 BOBs can’t conceive of anything but 4 the path. Fine. Ok. Nice IP. But they retard you of your divine thoughts too?! Bad deal. That's what eats good souls in the end. Just look at our two year study, Orlando. Catastrophic withdrawal. ZIM has hyped BOBs like they are the cure to our anomic crisis when they are...a starter kit. So the humanistas are mad at ZIM? They goddamn should be!! DR WONG inaudibly protests. BOARD MEMBERS look at each other, unsure if they should feel guilty. CHALICE bored. Then: Z appears both on screen and in person at the crowd’s edge. Z (CONT'D) 5 Now imagine if someone could fix 5 all this? That’s what I’m doing tonight. It’s called 1000 LIVES. A cure for the deep trouble of living in time. A rebranded ZIM logo bounces on screen, vulgarly squashing the old one. DR WONG looks at AVA: she’s engrossed. C amused. Z (CONT'D) 6 So eyes wide open oh Senior Board 6 of Worry. In the next ten minutes, you’ll meet our first trial candidates, out the other side with soul fire in their eyes. Tonight we’re turning ZIM from an anomics response company into an anomics solution company. In the meantime - fireworks! ZIM BOARD MEMBERS clap hesitantly as champagne flutes are distributed. Some exchange looks with AVA. They nod. She claps so they clap too. DR WONG grabs her hand, interrupting her mid clap. DR WONG 7 Ava. No. Just no. No. 7 CHAIRMAN AVA 8 This isn’t a competition. Let’s 8 give Z his ten. I gave you yours. DR WONG 9 A Thousand Lives? Who needs a 9 thousand of those?! CHAIRMAN AVA 10 It’s not uninteresting, James. 10 16. 16. DR WONG frenzied. Looks at Z, beaming. Sees AVA, waiting. DR WONG 11 She can do more. 11 CHALICE 12 Dad I want to go now - 12 DR WONG 13 My Perfect Girl. BOB. Sing. 13 We focus on CHALICE: stunned. CHALICE (V.O.) 14 BOB! 14 CHALICE eyes well up. Then BOB begins droning her mouth. CHALICE (V.O.) 15 I swear BOB - don’t - 15 CHALICE sings a virtuosic frac-tonal song. Her eyes look on with humiliation. A small crowd of BOARD MEMBERS turn to watch. They’re entertained. DR WONG 16 <Enamored> Wonderful, isn’t she. 16 CHALICE scowling, begins to tear. Then: *BOOM* fireworks light up the night. Her eyes scan the crowd desperately. Scanning. Mouth still singing. Then, beyond, her eyes land on Z’s giant face still on the event screen. It looks directly at her and winks. A voice in her head: Z (V.O.) 17 Psst little god. I got something 17 for you. CHALICE now feels something in her palm: an orb pill. Z (V.O.) 18 Eat it while it’s fresh. 18 The orb pill begins to throb in color. She sneaks a look. Then in a tiny high frequency only children can hear: PILL 19 **I’m fresh I’m fresh I’m fresh** 19 Z (V.O.) 20 1000 Lives invite. My design (you 20 like?). C’mon. Let them eat fireworks. CHALICE watches Z eat his own pill on screen. Her mouth hits a long note, agape. Then: CHALICE crams in the pill. She gags. Her hands keep it down. Everyone startled. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 17. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 17. BOB (V.O.) 21 What are you doing? 21 CHALICE (V.O.) 22 I don’t do Perfect Study. You do. 22 Permission to drone me perfect. CHALICE swallows. We zoom out. Her whole posture shifts. DR WONG 23 Chalice! - What was - Ava - what 23 the hell was that? A pill?! CHAIRMAN AVA 24 I don’t know. <Exasperated> You 24 know they’re just neural address pointers. Chalice you’re fine, yes? DR WONG looks at C(B). The fireworks strobe over her face. C(B) nods. DR WONG looks at AVA. CHAIRMAN AVA (CONT'D) 25 I’m betting on your perfect girl to 25 integrate life’s uncertainties. DR WONG catches his breath. CHAIRMAN AVA (CONT'D) 26 Another song to start the year? 26 C(B) begins another song. CUT TO WV: 700 INT. WAVYVERSE. 1000 LIVES DEMO CONFLUX 700 CHALICE enters the 1000 LIVES DEMO conflux. She sees a giant TURTLE with a series of pools for its shell. Above it: an undulating ribbon of two dozen small orbs containing coiled DEMO BOBs. TURTLE 1 Welcome to 1000 Lives, candidate. 1 Kindly assign your BOB to drone your body. She brushes away the portal to her own conflux with her pre- occupied BOB in it, reducing it to a pin hole. TURTLE looks at it, then covers the pin hole with a stone blockage. TURTLE (CONT'D) 2 Welcome Chalice. 2 She sees a figure in the pool. It’s Z, already doing his own demo. A DEMO BOB envelops him from head to spine. His body contorts to match the DEMO BOB into poses, mimicking Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 18. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 18. snapshots from a person’s life in fast forward. It looks like an offensive use of a body. Z turns his head out. Z 3 *Zah* Welcome to my timeline little 3 god! C’mere. Feels better than it looks. Did you park your BOB? CHALICE nods. Unsure how to regard his weird state. CHALICE 4 Dad says you’re the ruthless CEO 4 who abuses BOBs and tortures lizards...hehe <Nervous> Z 5 That’s old world Z. Intense guy. Me 5 and Wong have diverged over the years. I do god work now. <Regards her> What’s bugging you? Air it. CHALICE 6 BOB wants to do everything for me. 6 Z 7 So let it. It’s only everything on 7 your prime path. Not everything everything - Oh god wow - CHALICE 8 Then what’s left for me? The 8 pointless paths? Z 9 Pointless. Ha. Yes. Wanna know a 9 secret? I barely run my own company. I got an Ava to do that. You got a BOB to do yours. Know what that means? Us gods are free to do the pointless paths. I call them subplots. That’s da god work. Then: the other candidates leak in. ORLANDO, 17, in a better mood than earlier, ALAN, 26, tall and stoic, and WENDY, 10, a princess. Each keeps a conflux portal open with their respective BOBs peeking out.

Z (CONT'D) Candidates! Welcome. Me X Mother Nature. Smooth collab, huh? TURTLE Welcome to 1000 Lives, candidates. Kindly assign

11 your BOB to drone your body11. The candidates adjust to what they’re seeing. WENDY 10 Uncle Z - uh - what is this? 10 19. 19. Z 11 Wendy! My booger gem. One hint. Ok 11 two. What if I told you: you could re-live the life of Zoroaster? Not just the heroic prime path. All of it. A thousand different ways. ORLANDO 12 All of it? Ha. What’re you hiding? 12 Z 13 Nada. I don’t need that “me” to be 13 mine anymore. I submit it all to the study of the spirit. WENDY’S AFFIRMATION BOB 14 Ew. So 1000 Lives is just - you? 14 CHALICE frowns at this news. She looks back at her locked portal conflux, unsure what she’s signed up for. Z 15 Old world Z. Every thought. 15 Fantasy. Idea. Plan. Memory. Secret. Every neural wave recorded in me since birth. Those DEMO BOBs up there - been analyzing my life logs for weeks - each one filtering for a different subplot. ORLANDO 16 Subplot? 16 Z 17 Mmhmm. Think of all the little 17 troubles that gripped you at every age. You survived them. But you didn’t have enough info or ability to act on them then. They took a backseat to your prime path. Lost in your body. Buried in the logs. *Boo!* Those little subplots are reborn you’s waiting to come alive again! If only you could surface their story - you’d be rich with lives to walk. *wah-lah* Now you can. The candidates regard Z’s inhuman body contortions. It’s transfixing nonetheless. ALAN 18 What are you experiencing now? 18 Z 19 Mmm. Baby me. Choking on a bone. 19 Oh. A lamb bone. Ha. How’d that get there? Ack! Mom smacking my back. (MORE) (MORE) Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 20. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 20. Z (CONT'D) Z (CONT'D) Ah! Not working! Can’t breathe! She mimes hacking. *Ack* I copy. It’s out. Oh - I survived! I’m on Mars now. You’re there Alan. Shuttle just exploded. Uh shit. Choking. Again! Ah! Can’t breathe! Alan’s hacking up martian sand. Weird. *Ack* I copy. I’m good now. I rally the solarnauts. I’m an old man now. Ha. Nice projection, BOB. I’m wavecasting a gag class to kids. One little god goes *Ack aaack*- CHALICE catches herself laughing with delight. WENDY and ORLANDO look disgusted. They look to ALAN. He’s stoic. Then: ALAN 20 This isn’t for me. 20 ALAN exits. Z rolls his eyes. ORLANDO 21 Z - wouldn’t this be better if it 21 was one’s own life, not yours? WENDY’S AFFIRMATION BOB 22 I miss the old Z. A true titan of 22 product-market fit. Z 23 Kids - my design works on anybody’s 23 life log but you gotta be willing to submit it all first. For tonight trust that my life sample is mind blowing cuz it is! CHALICE is transfixed looking at all the DEMO BOBs above. Z (CONT'D) 24 Wow *Ack* - Ready, little god? 24 CHALICE gives Z an ambiguous look. The others look at her. WENDY 25 <Being adult> Uncle Z let’s try 25 again when this can be about our own lives. Chalice doesn’t want to re-live your weird little episodes - CHALICE plunges into the pool. A DEMO BOB locks into her spinal cord. It’s terrifying, so different from her own BOB. So free from her own life. She beams with excitement. 21. 21. 800 INT. WAVYVERSE 1000 LIVES DEMO CONFLUX - INDETERMINATE TIM800 E [note: each “Now” below is a tableau vivant still-ish image] Now: CHALICE in a fat child’s body, encounters a lizard laying in the shadows while other lizards bathe in the sun. Now: Near the lizard’s head: its bleeding, injured. She’s curious. Now: Her fat hand is wiring up electrodes into a cut in its head. She’s nervous. Now: She beholds the lizard: her hand makes a gesture, the lizard curls into a shape. Again. Another shape. Again. It grows up a bit each time. She’s delighted. Now: She lays nestled in the lizard’s curled body like its furniture. She’s blissed out. Now: The lighting goes blinding red. CHALICE squints. She hears faint distorted voices: “Invalid candidate” “Wong” “Prefer spending new years with him?” She looks confused at the lizard. Now: it puts on sunglasses. She feels sunglasses resting on her head too. She puts them on. She smiles. Now: a smeary jittery DR WONG leaks in. He bursts into a spaghetti of wavy strings. The strings speak: “my C2, C3 - you saved me - thank you - I love you too - my perfect girl”. She’s scared, looks at the lizard. Now: the lizard produces a little toy of DR WONG riding on its back. She gestures and a little toy of her BOB appears riding double. She laughs. BOB coils around DR WONG and they kiss. She sours. The lizard stretches its neck to gobble them with its mouth. Now: a voice: “Anomaly clear. Resuming demo.” Elements of the scene begin to leak out and new elements leak in. Her sunglasses disappear. Then the lizard’s sunglasses. Now: She gestures to slow this moment. She watches the lizard: its eye blinking in super slow motion. Its mouth gobbling BOB and DR WONG for an eternity. The demo struggles to refine its sub-temporal detail, but eventually finds it. It’s sublime. She smiles a long frozen smile. Now a crystal voice cuts thru: Z (O.C.) 1 Housekeeping! 1 All the elements leak out and a flash of lights - END ACT 2 / 4 900 EXT. ZIM SHORE COMPOUND, FUTURE — AFTERNOON 900 We’re close on Z’s face; he opens his eyes and squints. 22. 22. Z (V.O.) 1 Sorry little god this is the best I 1 could do. Did you miss me? He looks at his hands like he’s never seen them before. Touches his face. We zoom out to see Z mounted on a RAPTOR, in a drippy, verdant, ruined interior space. CHALICE (V.O.) 2 Z - this - is - amazing! 2 Z (V.O.) 3 *Zah* you like? Drone tech now. So 3 A+. My gen six raptor lounger ain’t bad either. RAPTOR winks. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) [Z(C)] rides up a flight of stone steps into the open. The sunlight burns her eyes. CHALICE tries to like the feeling. CHALICE (V.O.) 4 Ack! heh. Z which subplot is this? 4 Z (V.O.) 5 *Zuh!* - A subplot ten years in the 5 making - Wong wrecked my demo - Ava pushed me out - Orlando Study - bleh - Weird they kept the company name without me, no? Ava never has new ideas. I mean I’d keep it too. The outdoor space comes into focus. They’re back at the ZIM COMPOUND. The buddha ruin’s face is now filled in with a pearly material. The compound is overgrown. Z(C) trembles. CHALICE (V.O.) 6 What is this? Z? Where’s BOB? 6 Where’s dad? Z 7 Just get a feel for my figure. I’ll 7 guide you. Z(C) frantically pinches and grabs violently at Z’s body. She finally utters out of Z’s mouth, unpracticed and ugly. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) (CONT'D) 8 Help!!! Let me out! Let me - 8 Then: Z(C)’s hands, tongue and jaw seize up. Her voice cuts out. CHALICE momentarily imprisoned in Z’s body. Eyes dart around. RAPTOR continues trotting somewhere. Z (V.O.) 9 Hey! Easy on my body! 9 23. 23. CHALICE (V.O.) 10 Your demo wasted ten years of my 10 life?! Z (V.O.) 11 “Wasted”? *zuh* that’s old world 11 talk. Time is a toy for us gods. CHALICE (V.O.) 12 Stop calling me a god! Stop 12 trotting! Stop - FLIP TO WV: 910 INT. WAVYVERSE. 1000 LIVES DEMO CONFLUX. FUTURE. 910 CHALICE flips into the demo conflux, now in an inert state. TURTLE is asleep or dead, unclear. She taps her third eye jewel - her conflux portal comes into focus, but it’s blocked and fractured. Z’s avatar looks on. Z 1 That one’s on Wong - ok my turtle 1 security overreacted - but Wong shouldn’t have meddled - <Sighs> Chalice. Look. We can sit around assigning blame - She taps the fractured portal. It fractures more. She panics. Z (CONT'D) 2 But the only way you’re gonna get 2 back to your life is to get back to your body. And to do that you’re gonna have to break your BOB contract. Blind. Sorry. Terror in her face. Z holds his own jewel. It conjures a dozen of his own BOB contracts. He gestures, breaking a couple of them arbitrarily. His lip twitches. He makes a “no big deal” face. She holds her jewel. Her BOB CONTRACT zips out and orbits the fractured portal. CHALICE 3 Terminate Contract! 3 The BOB CONTRACT shifts into a blinking state. A “confirm?” glyph hovers over it. She glances at Z. He gives a poker face blank look. She looks back at her BOB CONTRACT. She trembles, nervous. Her eyes dart, delaying. Then finally: CHALICE (CONT'D) 4 Why didn’t anyone come for me?! 4 Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 24. Blue Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 24. Z 5 Yea. Thought you should see for 5 yourself. She gives a confused look, then softens. She looks at Z’s conflux portal emanating from his jewel. Z (CONT'D) 6 They’re finally launching this 6 cursed thing tomorrow. Bleh. Guess I’m the only one who wants to hear what you think. She gestures her BOB CONTRACT back into her jewel. She glares at Z. He smiles, begins to make a quip. She zips into Z’s jewel. Z (CONT'D) 7 Just do us both a favor: tell them - 7 “I know what you did, and I forgive you.” FLIP TO IRL: 1000 EXT. ZIM SHORE COMPOUND SLOPE GARDEN, FUTURE — AFTERNOON 1000 Z(C) and RAPTOR nearing an event. Shuttles parked. A dozen people gathered. Many more orb cams hover. An event screen displays “DOUBLE DESTINY (presented by ZIM)” in an expressive design. A small banner adjacent to the screen: 2:24 I’M YOURS. A wall of floating flower arrangements occludes the banner. It’s a wedding. At the center: ORLANDO in androgynous ornate attire, at ease. Leaning into ORLANDO’s ear, awkward: ALAN in a tuxedo, proper, but fists clenched. No one notices Z(C). ALAN 1 <Whispers> 2:24. That’s our number. 1 ORLANDO 2 She knows. I know. But this is our 2 Double Destiny Wedding. Do you want to maybe find your place? Z(C) spots AVA, older, yet exactly the same. Then: a familiar figure, with an exoskeletal brace: DR WONG. She trembles. They both calmly pull ALAN back a step.

CHAIRMAN AVA I don’t know what she DR WONG Alan. You’re not a part of

this story. 4 4 promised you but today you are a guest of ZIM. ORLANDO 3 I’m ok, pop. We’re good. 3 25. 25. Then: the floating flower wall parts. A figure steps forward. It’s the bride: TWENTY-YEAR-OLD C(B). Time stands still. Z(C) is transfixed by every detail: her hair parted to the side; her eyes intense and unshrouded; her posture athletic. RAPTOR lunges forward a step. Z(C) finding her shaky voice: Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 4 Ch - Chalice? 4 Everyone turns to the ridiculous sight of Z on a raptor. ALAN and ORLANDO stunned. C(B) gives a curious look. Z (V.O.) 5 Tell them: “I know what you did - 5 Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 6 I know what you did, and - 6 Then: *whack* ALAN punches Z(C) off the raptor; she lays disoriented on the ground. The crowd descends, a nightmare of familiar faces ten years twisted. The orb cams snap and flash. AVA waving off the cams.

CHAIRMAN AVA No don’t shoot this! This ALAN How dare you show your face

10 here! 10 isn’t part of the campaign - Get out! You fat snake!WENDY ORLANDO 12 Uncle Z where’s my money?!12 Z(C) feels all the hate. She clocks C(B) watching, analyzing. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 7 BOB! What did you do to my life?! 7 C(B)’s eyes widen. DR WONG cocks his head. RAPTOR screeches a horrible frequency at the guests. Everyone scurries back murmuring. RAPTOR backs its way into C(B), isolating her. It clamps its jaws on her arm. Z(C) trails. Tell them: “I’ll nibble!” Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) (CONT'D)

Z (V.O.) I’ll snap her arm off and

15 bathe in her blood! 15 RAPTOR flashes an eye at Z(C). The crowd goes silent. CONTINUOUS: 1100 EXT. ZIM SHORE COMPOUND SLOPE GARDEN, FUTURE — AFTERNOON 1100 C(B) struggles. RAPTOR unsure if it should bite. C(B)’s arm scrapes against RAPTOR’s teeth, drawing blood. C(B) unpained. 26. 26. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 1 BOB! Stop! That’s my body! I’ll - 1 I’ll break contract! C(B) stops. In a surprisingly husky voice: CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 2 Is that you? 2 Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 3 Yes it’s me! Are you broken?! 3 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 4 It’s been so long. I was waiting 4 for you. Z(C) tears up. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 5 I was waiting for you! Why didn’t 5 you come for me?? CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 6 They said you’d break at any time. 6 So I lived every day like it was my last. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 7 For ten years?! 7 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 8 I did every module. I broke bones. 8 I renamed myself. You should have seen when I wavecasted - Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 9 I wasn’t there BOB! Just - what’d 9 you rename me?? CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 10 China Horchow. 10 Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 11 I hate that name!!! 11 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 12 That’s when the wavecast really 12 took off. People thought it was a healthy break from father’s study. DR WONG 13 China you don’t have to answer to 13 this terrorist - RAPTOR screeches, canceling out DR WONG’s voice. 27. 27. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 14 Just tell me something good about 14 my life! CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 15 On my 16th birthday, a humanista 15 broke into the apartment, ready to kill. She screamed, “Where’s the Destiny demon!?” Instead she encountered me and fell in love. It was then that I knew. I’d become a person defined by my actions, not my BOB-born origin. We had arrived. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 16 What? 16 CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 17 Yes. Father was so proud. He was 17 ready to declare the Chalice Study complete. Z (V.O.) 18 Yuck. 18 Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 19 It doesn’t count if I wasn’t there 19 BOB. I was suppose to do that part! CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 20 Yes. I knew you’d want to return to 20 a path with something ahead of you to complete. So I undid the winnings and set about restaging a new version of the Chalice Study. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 21 Undid?! BOB you were suppose to do 21 my life better than me not weirder! CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 22 <Eager> I disconnected all my 22 relationships. Re-casted everyone. Developed new tastes. Changed my name again. Re-married. Father was upset at first, but he was impressed how quickly I restaged everything. Then - I did it again. Z(C)’s head spinning. Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 23 How many times have I been married? 23 ALAN and ORLANDO look at each other. Z(C) panting, nauseated. 28. 28. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 24 Three. Today I was aiming at five. 24 I’m experimenting with parallel paths. ALAN barges forward to rescue C(B). C(B) holds her hand up, signaling she’s fine. RAPTOR loosens its clamp on C(B)’s arm. ALAN shattered. Suddenly: ALAN yanks Z(C)’s tongue, distending it horrifically. Z(C) reels in pain on the ground. Z (V.O.) 25 Ha! Checkmate Alan! Disabling 25 tongue nerves. RAPTOR bites ALAN’s hand off. Guests scream and back away. C(B) seizes the moment and pulls Z(C) away with a deft protective motion, enveloping Z(C) in a private cocoon-like space, their faces close. C(B) starts involuntarily giggling. Z(C)’s eyes go wide with a flash of fear. CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) 26 <Involuntary giggle thru out> 26 Achieving one path is really no trouble. A bit boring even. With parallel paths I can appreciate the little things - Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) 27 BOB I don’t like this! 27 Z(C)’s protests begin to slur, can’t be heard by C(B) now.

CHALICE (DRONED BY BOB) I - I could keep going? Would you like that? Tell me where you want to go now. I’ve learned I can do 90% of classic human life for you. 9% could use your preferential input. 1% are for pivotal moments like this. Tell me. I can do it. I like doing it. Being a body. It’s all ours whenever you Z (DRONED BY CHALICE) (CONT'D) <Slurring sounds> No! No! Stop! I don’t want this! Are you listening!

Stop! 29 29 want. I have so many unfinished - CHALICE (V.O.) 28 Terminate contract! Confirm! 28 Close on CHALICE’s face as she blinks — now back in her 20 year old body. Her third eye jewel shimmers then flattens into a dull color. CONTINUOUS: 29. 29. 1200 EXT. ZIM SHORE COMPOUND SLOPE GARDEN, FUTURE 1200 CHALICE stumbles back from Z. Her feet instinctively reposition her balance against the downward slope. Other senses come flooding in. Bugs. Head chatter. Her eyes sting. She orients herself looking at Z, grinning, panting. His tongue dangles out of his mouth. RAPTOR guards him. He begins motioning gleefully at the cams, but then sees her distressed. He looks at her with concern. Then: the floating flower wall rearranges, cutting off the view. Her foot slips. Someone grabs her by the arm. ORLANDO 1 Cha Cha, my ocean - 1 She flashes a confused repulsed look. Then: she feels a twisting hold on her other arm: it’s DR WONG.

DR WONG My perfect girl - where did you go? Please - are you hurt - are you hiding - just tell me - you don’t have to marry anybody if that’s not what you want - I’m so proud of you - are you there - can you hear me? ORLANDO (CONT'D) <Accelerating speed> It’s me. Orlando. We met here ten years ago? I got reissued a destiny bob after Z’s awful demo? We started dating? Study to Study? We bred shibas? But then we split? You see them on weekends? But you wanted them for new years? I said no way? You called and proposed? ZIM declared it a Double Destiny

3 3 wedding? I said I do! Orlando! Their voices phase in and out, dizzying. She’s pained. Finding her voice: CHALICE 2 Dad - who’s this lady? 2 ORLANDO’s face drops. He looks to DR WONG. DR WONG is in some trembling fugue state, eyes closed, clutching CHALICE’s arm. DR WONG ...don’t call me that... 6 6 ORLANDO Pop! This one is not my ocean! She can’t escape ORLANDO’s sad face from her view. His jewel shimmers. ORLANDO (CONT'D) 3 You said one day you’d not be you. 3 And I vowed: then me neither. <To self> Terminate Contract. 30. 30. Orlando! Don’t you dare - ORLANDO (CONT'D) DR WONG 9 Confirm. 9 CHALICE feels ORLANDO’s grip slip. Her feet shuffle. DR WONG slips too, unable to carry the sudden weight alone. CHALICE tumbles backward thru the flower wall. *Smash* Blacks out. END ACT 3/4 CUT TO BLACK 1300 INT. WAVYVERSE. CHALICE’S CONFLUX. FUTURE 1300 CHALICE wakes up in her LANDSCAPE CONFLUX. Her avatar is of her 20 year old self. She observes her landscape: it’s a foggy mess in front of her. She looks behind: it drops off to a void. A giant gap in her continuity. CHALICE 1 <Whispers> BOB - 1 Something leaks in: it’s a conflux with BOB. She’s startled. It doesn’t move or speak. She looks closer. BOB has a blank demeanor, different colored eyes, half open, in some kind of holding pattern. She can’t recognize this thing. Her eyes rescan the landscape desperately. Sky flickers color. A voice leaks in: CHAIRMAN AVA (V.O.) 2 No. Just patch her now! 2 CHALICE flips to IRL. 1400 INT. ZIM SHUTTLE. FUTURE — MORNING 1400 CHALICE finds herself inside a docked ZIM SHUTTLE, sunken in a seat. Bruised, dressed in comfy clothes, her wedding hair still done up. Two fibers exit her skull ports to a small device on the adjacent seat. She scans out the window: it’s the WONG APT. Furniture is missing. A huge pile of junk in one corner. ZIM ENGINEERS haul out trash bags marked “DBX”. Others bring in cams, potted plants, and balloon letters that spell DESTINY. She sees AVA outside on the balcony deck yelling. CHAIRMAN AVA (O.S.) 1 Do not go in like that! 1 The glass goes mute. Then DR WONG comes into view: exoskeleton along his back, bald without his wig. Frail. Unslept. Not the same image we saw at the wedding. He’s holding two cups. His voice appears directly in her head: 31. 31. DR WONG (V.O.) 2 Ava still prefers to vocalize. 2 She’s scared. Ignore her. He sits beside CHALICE and offers a ball-shaped cup filled with a dark sludgy liquid. She leans forward. Her hand automatically grips the cup and drinks it in a specific way. She gags as soon as it hits her mouth. She looks at her hand, confused. DR WONG (V.O.) 3 Do you remember my desk there? Ch - 3 BOB - kicked me out years ago. What a mess. Heh. <Deep breath> I knew this day would come. We don’t have much time.

CHALICE (V.O.) CHALICE

Get out of my head. 5 5 Get out of - <Catching herself> Her husky voice surprises her. She holds her throat. CHALICE (CONT'D) 4 What’s wrong with (my body) - just 4 give me BOB’s life logs. DR WONG 5 No. Your Atemporalysis is too 5 severe. Ten years without integration: it would break your brain. He taps the device. DR WONG (CONT'D) 6 This patch. I’ve been composing it 6 for you. No false memories. All things BOB did for you. Best things. Filtered and sequenced so you can put your life back in some order. Chalice - are you listening? CHALICE 7 How could you let this happen? 7 DR WONG pauses. Looks her in the eyes. DR WONG 8 After the New Years incident, I 8 needed the part of both of us that could see this through. <Beat> I was afraid of messing up. CHALICE 9 So you'd rather be a ruthless 9 programmer than my dad? 32. 32. DR WONG 10 Parenting is programming. Please. 10 Don’t talk like a humanista. The world needed my work. My work is you. I was what you needed me to be. CHALICE 11 I needed a parent. 11 DR WONG 12 That’s why I gave you BOB. 12 14 CHALICE absorbs this. Her hand thoughtlessly motions to 14 adjust something on DR WONG’s exoskeletal neck. She fights the gesture, recoiling self-consciously. CHALICE 13 How long would you have left me in 13 there? DR WONG breaks eye contact. DR WONG 14 After today’s launch. Ava - we - 14 CHALICE looks away. DR WONG cuts himself off. She motions to the device. She closes her eyes. FLIP TO WV: 1410 INT. WAVYVERSE. CHALICE’S CONFLUX. 1410 CHALICE again in her landscape conflux. The zombified BOB has conjured a colored conflux overlapping hers: the preview of Dr Wong’s proposed life log edit. CHALICE 1 <Sighs> Ok. 1 CHALICE gestures. BOB overlaps her. The conflux landscapes merge. Before her eyes, the scene resolves: the river runs towards a ridge, the gap behind her is filled. In an instant, she is some kind of 20 year old. FLIP TO IRL: 1420 INT. ZIM SHUTTLE. FUTURE. - MORNING. 1420 CHALICE regards the cup again. She drinks it without gagging. CHALICE 1 <Recognizing> Your supergirl silk 1 reduction - during The Long Typhoon (MORE) (MORE) 33. 33. CHALICE (CONT'D) CHALICE (CONT'D) - the only neoprotein we had for 53 cycles. <Sing-song> “Tastes awful.” DR WONG wells up with tears of joy. DR WONG 2 <Overwhelmed with success> HA HA! 2 He reaches out to hold her hand. CHALICE’s hand strokes his bald scalp motherly. She doesn’t fight this gesture. DR WONG looks up at AVA, hovering near. AVA sighs with relief, then talks to someone in her head. CHAIRMAN AVA 3 Alert Regulation: her psych stats 3 are aligned. Yes. Lovely. Send the last logs. Lock it in. Live in ten. AVA cranes down at CHALICE, very close, beaming a smile. CHAIRMAN AVA (CONT'D) 4 You - wavy lady - are the first 4 graduate of ZIM’s Destiny BOB pilot program. CHALICE lost in new thoughts, puts out a delayed weak smile. DR WONG 5 Let’s give her some space before 5 the launch. Chalice. Welcome home. CUT TO: 1500 INT. WONG APARTMENT. FUTURE - MORNING 1500 CHALICE sits at a makeshift table with a huge buffet breakfast untouched. A blank look. She tracks ZIM ENGINEERS hauling BOB’s trash aboard the docked ZIM shuttle. One puzzles over a strange third-eye jewel pin. ZIM ENGINEER 1 1 Check out China’s neurografting job- 1 He punctures the jewel pin’s tip with his finger. It emits a tiny tone. His fingers make a strange gesture. CHALICE’s fingers twitch too. She frowns, confused. He begins to pocket the jewel. He sees CHALICE see him. He pauses, blinks. Then continues pocketing it. Another ZIM ENGINEER notices this weird exchange. He looks her in the eye. ZIM ENGINEER 2 (V.O.) 2 You’re nothing now. But hey, no 2 more attachments when you’re nothing, right? 34. 34. CHALICE looks away. Her palm twitch subsides. She wiggles her hand. Nothing. She frowns. Bites her lip. Looks back. Then: CHALICE / CHALICE (V.O.) 3 Hey! That’s my stuff! 3 The ZIM ENGINEER grumbles and tosses the tiny jewel pin back into the trash heap for her to find again. She rushes over. Flashes them a feral look. They back away. She digs through the trash scattering wedding presents, flowers, clothes, artifacts. She finds the jewel. It’s odd but talismanic. She pushes it into a freckle on her finger like an acupuncture pin. It emits a pattern of tones. Her hand makes a grip shape and mimes stroking a pet. Her mouth unconsciously hums to the tones. Then she recognizes: it’s BOB’s damn frac-tonal song from new years. She cringes. She flicks away the jewel. But her humming continues. It cues her hand to automatically evaluate the trash, brushing away most things. It grabs a scarf. She sniffs it. Her hand touches her thigh. She blushes. Her hum has turned into a mutter.

CHALICE ...not now knotty now naughty now not now - not now CHALICE (V.O.) Argh BOB! I hate you!

5 5 knotty now... She folds her arms and muffles her mouth. Shuts her eyes. The weird attractions subside. The muttering stops. She takes a calming breath and resettles into a blank look. Her blank look turns dark like Orlando’s. Then something moves. She scans the trash mess. Her eyes go to a gift box with holes punctured in its side. Nothing. Then. The box moves. She removes the lid and inside: a little TURTLE. Etched onto its shell: “Subplots”. Her eyes go wide. She notices the jewel pin is back in her hand, recovered unconsciously? She wells up. Suddenly: CHAIRMAN AVA (O.S.) 4 What am I paying you boys overtime 4 for? Move it! You too wavy lady. The turtle retracts. She pins the jewel onto the turtle’s shell and pockets it. CUT TO: 1600 INT. WONG APARTMENT GARDEN ROOM, FUTURE - HIGH NOON 1600 AVA, DR WONG, and CHALICE stand together among the new plants. The room is prettier than it has ever been. Cams drift inside and out. CHAIRMAN AVA begins a formal address. 35. 35. CHAIRMAN AVA 1 Happy New Year, Sisters. Today is a 1 very special day. I’m thrilled to announce The Chalice Study has graduated from ZIM’s Destiny BOB Pilot Program, exceeding all clinical research expectations, across all anomic metrics. She arrives today: Chalice Wong, an adult of immense character. As we speak, ZIM is finalizing specs on Destiny BOB with regulation approval secured. We begin our pre- sale of the cognitive asset today. Joining me is the legendary Doctor James Moonweed Wong, inventor of the Affirmation BOB and Task BOB; steward of the Chalice Study, and now, officially, today, the inventor of the Destiny BOB, twenty years in the making. Dr Wong, please introduce us to our graduate. DR WONG smiles. He gestures for CHALICE to join him. She’s reserved and cooperative. DR WONG 2 Anomics Audit January 1. Tell me 2 your name. CHALICE 3 Chalice Wong. 3 DR WONG 4 Age? 4 CHALICE 5 Twenty. 5 DR WONG 6 Tell us the tortures on your path. 6 CHALICE 7 I was born with a BOB. BOB - we - 7 discovered wavecasting was something I liked. People hated us even more but they couldn’t look away. A humanista fanatic tried to assassinate BOB, but then fell in love with me. Orlando too. But that didn’t work out. Um. Too much in common. Now here I am. DR WONG 8 If I could magically return BOB to 8 you, would you accept? 36. 36. CHALICE 9 No. Not from you. 9 DR WONG 10 Ha. Any suicidal thoughts? 10 CHALICE 11 Zero. 11 DR WONG 12 Good. Any regrets? 12 CHALICE 13 I wish I integrated more often with 13 BOB over the years. DR WONG 14 What are you looking forward to? 14 CHALICE 15 Selling my memoir. 15 DR WONG 16 What’s its title? 16 CHALICE 17 The Chalice Study. 17 DR WONG 18 Good. End Anomics Audit. Jan 1. 18 DR WONG smiles. AVA checks the stats: Nothing. She searches out the window. Then, a cluster of nine connected shuttles hovers into view. Still no response. AVA makes an address: CHAIRMAN AVA 19 Sister San. Will The Sister World 19 commit to its pledge of three hundred thousand enterprise installations of Destiny BOB? CHALICE, confused, this isn’t a public launch. It’s something smaller. She tries to glimpse the shuttles. CHAIRMAN AVA (CONT'D) 20 I invite you for a closer look. 20 The door of the central shuttle opens. It’s SISTER SAN, now the representative of an entire market share of Wavyverse nodes. DR WONG surprised, then frowns at AVA. SISTER SAN 21 Chalice Wong. Would you recommend 21 the Destiny BOB to prepare a person for a good life? 37. 37. CHALICE 22 I recommend - being born with one - 22 so it feels like it’s always been a part of you. SISTER SAN 23 And if it were applied midway to a 23 life, like The Orlando Study? CHALICE 24 It’d feel like a demon who does 24 your life better than you. CHAIRMAN AVA 25 Wait. If I may restate your 25 question - 27 SISTER SAN gestures AVA to not interrupt. 27 SISTER SAN 26 Interesting. <Nods surprised> Yes. 26 We can imagine skipping over the tedious parts of growing up. Could free a person to be a more active node in a sister network. DR WONG 27 That’s not what BOB’s designed to - 27 AVA silences DR WONG with a look. They’re unaligned. SISTER SAN 28 We know you’ve been away Chalice. 28 Permadroned. Didn’t that trouble you? DR WONG looks away. CHALICE 29 ...it’s all me in the end... 29 DR WONG registers this. AVA relieved by this clean answer. SISTER SAN 30 Chalice. You’ve completed your 30 destiny and officially “arrived”. What now? CHAIRMAN AVA 31 A beautiful question. What now? 31 CHALICE looks at DR WONG, who still looks away. She looks down at herself, scanning. Blank. She notices what looked like freckles on her hand are tiny pin scars. She sees more marks on her feet rising up her ankle. She begins to hum. 38. 38. CHALICE 32 I want to - step on - more bugs. 32 <Hum> And loan - loan my feet sensations to the feet-less. <Hum> Then. I want to drop - burning waves into my leg - to know what - <Hum> - the solarnauts must have felt... <Pins self> I was thinking about reconnecting with some of BOB’s troubles. I - had dogs - and - an ex-vitro - that are a problem. I should include them in the memoir. And Alan. Is that his name? Yea.. <Pins> I’ve given read/write access of my left arm to the Peace Patrol. And <Pins> right hand access to the Empathics Bounty League. Maybe they can help track down my classic mom. I should sort out those subscriptions. I mean they’re profitable. I’m thinking about changing my name again. I have a new wavecast idea. I want to refactor 1000 Lives but only for people who volunteer their life log. Oh - I found this turtle. I haven’t thought of a name yet... CHALICE shows everyone the retracted turtle. Painful silence. DR WONG now looking at her, curious. CHAIRMAN AVA 33 Last offer, Sister San. 33 SISTER SAN 34 Uh huh...<chorus voice> Dr Wong. 34 You fail so deeply at your life’s work. <Beat> But. Yes. Sister world will suffer learning more about Destiny BOB. CHAIRMAN AVA 35 Lovely. 35 A pained look comes over DR WONG. DR WONG 36 <Mutters to self> No... 36 SISTER SAN 37 <Smiling> The world keeps turning. 37 The world is well. DR WONG brings himself to rise. His muttering audible. DR WONG 38 My BOBs... are not for you... 38 Pink Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 39. Pink Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 39. SISTER SAN frowns, confused, looks at AVA. CHAIRMAN AVA 39 He’s not in sales - lock it in. 39 DR WONG gives a crazed look back at SISTER SAN. Points at CHALICE. DR WONG 40 BOB would break your brain! Ha ha! 40 * CHALICE gets the idea. CHALICE 41 <helping> Ha ha ha. 41 SISTER SAN sneers and begins to cut the connection. AVA cuts out faster. The garden glass goes opaque. The new plants scream. AVA collects herself. A brief awful silence. She hovers close over the Wongs. CHAIRMAN AVA 42 I cannot help you Wongs when you 42 shit where you eat. AVA puts a finger in CHALICE’s face. CHALICE effortlessly breaks AVA’s finger. Instantly, AVA drones, holds her forearm precisely in her mouth and pops her finger back into place. AVA leaves abruptly. CHALICE’s giggle reflex flickers in and out. She looks at DR WONG. Then direct to his head, her pupils oscillating: CHALICE (V.O.) 43 If the Chalice Study is done, does 43 that mean I’m done being your daughter? DR WONG looks at CHALICE, then nods, conceding to the logic. A relieved finality comes across his face. He rests his eyes. We close in on CHALICE. Time lapses over her. The giggle reflex subsides into a hum. She moves the jewel pin over different spots on her body. Multiple small expressions snapshot across her face. They resolve into a smile. FLIP TO WV: 1700 INT. WAVYVERSE. 1000 LIVES DEMO CONFLUX. FUTURE 1700 Adult CHALICE is dressed in her 10 year old sweater and pink * hair. She carefully pets an agitated dog along its neck. It * fights the sensation, but CHALICE persists. It gives in and * begins to calm. She begins to smile at the result. * Pink Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 40. Pink Rev. (mm/dd/yy) 40. Suddenly a blurry voice interrupts: “New candidates * arriving.” The calming dog begins to phase out and the lights * begin to shift to a blinding white. CHALICE looks at the dog, * its agitation returning. She puts her hand up: everything * freezes. * CHALICE * 1 Ok BOBs. Filter for dog bites on 1 * the next. I have a feeling about * dog bites. * She puts her hand down and lets it all go white. * CHALICE, in her normal adult attire and hair, is in the 1000 * Lives turtle conflux, now redesigned in her own style. A DEMO * BOB peels off her spinal cord. She rises out of the pool, * humming her hum. She makes a gesture. The TURTLE confirms * with a wink. * Then: two candidates leak in [simulate variable characters]. * CHALICE turns to regard them. * CHALICE (CONT'D) 2 Welcome to 1000 Plots, candidates. 2 Let’s look at each of your prime paths and get that outta the way. 1800 END CREDITS 1800 SUPERTITLE: THE CHALICE STUDY - Then: LIFE AFTER BOB [Simulated: TURTLE roaming apartment docking area with jewel pin plugged onto its shell. CHALICE reclined around it. Timelapse day night cycles flashing over its slow movements.]