Sadly, I've never had the time to finish this and not sure that I will.
Fade In:
INT. "THE WATERING HOLE", SPIRIT OF BOTSWANA, ALPHA CENTAURI
SYSTEM - NIGHT
Several men of different genotypes, but with matching
scruffy black suits, sit around a table nursing their
drinks. The din of the gumba-gumba MUSIC nearly drowns out
their conversation. SER JUPITER (baseline), SER VENUS
(patrician), SER MARS (mall), and SER MERCURY (harsene) have
the look of ruins rats about them. MATSHWENYEGO (baseline),
in a nicer suit, leans back from the conversation,
listening.
SER JUPITER
Weaponized porn? Are you serious?
SER VENUS
Dead serious. See... everyone
downloads porn from the mesh.
SER MARS
I don't.
SER VENUS
Everyone downloads porn from the
mesh. I'm just saying that if you
could weaponize it, it's doing
stuff inside the Obi Lattice where
no one can see it. Everyone's data
is encrypted, everywhere, so if
you can weaponize the data, it
could spread everywhere and no one
would see it. When it goes live...
The Catastrophe!
SER JUPITER
Humanity almost went extinct
because of porn?
SER MERCURY
That's the dumbest thing I've
heard in cycles. What? You had a
negative mutation the last time
you respawned?
SER VENUS
What? Ser Smarty-Suit jealous
because he didn't think of it
himself?
Mercury is about to respond when he's interrupted.
SER MARS
The gods did it.
Everyone pauses and stares at Mars.
SER MERCURY
I may just owe you an apology,
Venus.
SER MARS
We are their playthings.
SER JUPITER
You seriously believe that gosa?
SER MARS
I seriously believe that gosa.
SER VENUS
Why the hell would you worship
something like that?
SER MARS
"Believe", not "worship." I have
no respect for beings who would do
something like that.
SER JUPITER
And yet here you are, sitting at
the table with the rest of the
flotsam.
SER MARS
(shrugs)
I respect credits.
MATSHWENYEGO
And when you rats lift my box,
you'll earn a lot of respect. Now
let's pay for our drinks and get
the hell out of here.
As the men get up to leave, Mercury buttons up his coat,
quickly hiding the auto slicer tucked into his belt.