Arcade

by

David S. Goyer
Last 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...


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