Arcadeby
David S. GoyerLast revised November 6, 1990
INT. ARCADE WORLD -- ELECTRONIC DARKNESS
We don't know if it's night or day. It's just black.And maybe...maybe intermittent SPARKS racing by. So quick we barely
perceive them. Like the sparks you imagine when your eyes are closed.BREATHING,
slow and hollow, filling up the entire world. It's eerie as hell. A
feeling of utter loneliness.And now the breathing recedes, fading into the darkness. Whatever it
was...it's gone now.MAIN CREDITS ROLL.
We hear CELLOS. Four of them. Weaving an intricate melody.And now the visuals. BRIGHTLY COLORED SHAPES spinning in. Equally
intricate, matching the music. They grow and flourish, like flowers
opening up in time lapse photography.FRACTALS...