Anyway, here is a plot summary of the sci-fi thriller translated from personal motion picture...
[The Boys in Time]
Scene 1
The boys were just hanging out around Brooklyn late in the evening on their usual summer visit to the city. These boys usually like to live the Manhattan life until the reality of their commute back to their friend's apartment brings the night to a close.
Seriously, though, that night was pretty wild. It was Renton who showed us all what the fuck was up that night. He was mackin' on at least three girls at once from like 11 pm on. I'm pretty sure he got head from that bartender...she was kind of hot. Just like the rest of them. Reilly puked all over the same bartender's tits, as was common practice since he usually drinks too much and thinks too little. All in all, it was a pretty successful night.
Most of us had just turned 21 recently, and we were celebrating our friend Adam's coming of age. He was the last of us to finally cross that border into the adults-only world. By the end of the night, Adam and the rest of the boys were ready for some rest. But not before we smoked our bogies on the roof. It's simply a thing to have a cigarette on the roof for these boys. Except for Sid. He was always a little upset about the rest of us smoking bogs, but for the birthday of our boy, he could spare to be less uptight.
Then there was me, looking around at the Manhattan skyline. It was so perfect without ever trying to be. These wonderfully familiar icons, these buildings...juxtaposed with the somewhat acrid smell of the dirty, dirty East River. But I was always quick to love. I loved that scene.
With my eyes fixed above the rooftops, I couldn't tell that I was about to trip over a box. When I finally did trip, it was incredibly horrifying for a brief second. The horror subsided quickly when a couple of the boys said "Well, fuck..." and picked my ass up.
Upon trying to focus my sudden vertigo, I noticed the ridiculous lump that caused my (quite literal) downfall. Seemed to me that this lump might actually be something interesting. I rested the bogie firmly on my lip and looked to see that the box was not actually a box. It was some sort of device.
I motioned for the other 4 to come take a look. They seemed fairly disinterested, as they were both tired and running low on their cigarettes. I persisted, though, and took out my army knife to tinker with a few loose items. The others thought it was silly, but of course there was that previously mentioned persistence of mine. As everyone was motioning to go downstairs and pass out, I typed in some number and pushed a solid blue button on the device. As if I actually knew what I was doing. I clearly didn't...
Suddenly, bright little balls of light started to come out of the little machine. As the balls moved, they seemed to be trapped by the friction of air. The 5 of us stood still as a sea of light enveloped us. The flow of light continued as the little balls multiplied and collided with one another. We could see the so-called newly-renovated roof crumbling beneath us. Before it could collapse, a huge wave of white consumed my person. Almost as soon as it started, it was over.
I opened my eyes to an early morning sunrise. The 5 boys got up and looked at each other in an exasperated search for assurance. It was soon obvious that none of the boys actually knew what just happened. What was crazier still...something was definitely off. Besides the fact that they all just passed out on a rooftop, of course. But wait...there was definitely something wrong with that, too! There was just so much weird surrounding us, who even cared that we fell asleep on the roof. The real question was: What fucking roof did we all just wake up on?!
Our entire world had just changed. In every god damned way possible.
The city was standing on risers, so to speak. There was obvious flood wreckage to the East. It seemed as though a great storm had passed a long time ago. So many homes swallowed by three stories of salt water. But everything to the left looked like the shiny metropolis from a kid's video game. The subway system ran under the water, yet there were above ground walkways and roads snaking through the air. Not gravel roads, no. These seemed more like a translucent silk laid gently on natural curves gently shaped by the wind. Familiar city hustle and bustle surrounded us, but with a lot less noise. The Comcast Center loomed in the distance. We were in Philadelphia alright, but not the Philly I knew.
Adam saw a note on the door to the stairs of the building and read it to the rest:
To Craig & company,
My assistant will be at the front door to pick you up. Don't be alarmed, boys. I'm just a friend who's trying to help.
Oh, and welcome to 2159
Dr. Loretta Sinclair
Was this real? Was this really happening? Were we really in the future being picked up by my particle physics TA's assistant? Where the hell does she get off calling herself "doctor" in a letter to me and my friends? How the fuck would she even be alive in 2159? In the middle of our delusion over the letter, we looked around at the city and found the future talk more and more likely. They all went downstairs to confirm the inevitable. Right outside of the apartment door was a young girl about our age in a mauve tactile dress, what seemed like clear plastic boots and a snug lab-coat. We opened the door to a quizzical look and an attitude of disdain.
"C'mon, let's go. I'm already pissed off I had to wait for you boys to appear. On top of that, Dr. Sinclair told me I have to help buy new clothes for you! She doesn't pay me enough for this..." said the assistant.
We climbed into the car that was parked in front of the building, and almost immediately Renton took advantage of the co-pilot chair. He asked her name. She told him it was Savannah. He stared hitting on her. She shot him down masterfully, and we all laughed at his dumb face when she burned the shit out of him (metaphorically). I noticed that that there were no bumps on the road, and soon after looked outside to see that there were no wheels on the vehicles, either. Every motion was flawlessly smooth. The ride was quick and easy to the largest mall in the east: King of Prussia Mall.
The mall, as expected, had also changed. Sid, being the little pretty boy actor that he was, got ridiculously excited at the sight of this mall. Most of us boys didn't give a shit about shopping, but were still enthralled by the idea of walking into a futuristic mall.
Right there at the entrance of this mall, I saw something that I wouldn't report in any academic sense. Except for the fact that I had seen it with my own eyes. Savannah walked straight up to her and demanded a raise if she was going to be taking trips to the mall for her from then on. I, on the other hand was frozen still. There in front of me was Loretta, who just two weeks ago had graded my paper on meson interactions at absolute zero temperature. She was going through her first semester of grad school at Berkeley then, which I knew because I kind-of stalked her Facebook. As I looked at her in that mall, however, she was not the ill-adjusted student who just went to grad school for lack of a better socioeconomic alternative. This in front of me was a confident woman, roaming comfortably in her trendy casual-yet-business wardrobe with those same clear plastic boots her assistant was wearing.
"Hi, Craig. Long time no see. Let's get you boys into something a little more appropriate" said Dr. Loretta Sinclair, calmly.
I was definitely not calm. Also, I was suddenly in dire need of new pants...
The boys were just hanging out around Brooklyn late in the evening on their usual summer visit to the city. These boys usually like to live the Manhattan life until the reality of their commute back to their friend's apartment brings the night to a close.
Seriously, though, that night was pretty wild. It was Renton who showed us all what the fuck was up that night. He was mackin' on at least three girls at once from like 11 pm on. I'm pretty sure he got head from that bartender...she was kind of hot. Just like the rest of them. Reilly puked all over the same bartender's tits, as was common practice since he usually drinks too much and thinks too little. All in all, it was a pretty successful night.
Most of us had just turned 21 recently, and we were celebrating our friend Adam's coming of age. He was the last of us to finally cross that border into the adults-only world. By the end of the night, Adam and the rest of the boys were ready for some rest. But not before we smoked our bogies on the roof. It's simply a thing to have a cigarette on the roof for these boys. Except for Sid. He was always a little upset about the rest of us smoking bogs, but for the birthday of our boy, he could spare to be less uptight.
Then there was me, looking around at the Manhattan skyline. It was so perfect without ever trying to be. These wonderfully familiar icons, these buildings...juxtaposed with the somewhat acrid smell of the dirty, dirty East River. But I was always quick to love. I loved that scene.
With my eyes fixed above the rooftops, I couldn't tell that I was about to trip over a box. When I finally did trip, it was incredibly horrifying for a brief second. The horror subsided quickly when a couple of the boys said "Well, fuck..." and picked my ass up.
Upon trying to focus my sudden vertigo, I noticed the ridiculous lump that caused my (quite literal) downfall. Seemed to me that this lump might actually be something interesting. I rested the bogie firmly on my lip and looked to see that the box was not actually a box. It was some sort of device.
I motioned for the other 4 to come take a look. They seemed fairly disinterested, as they were both tired and running low on their cigarettes. I persisted, though, and took out my army knife to tinker with a few loose items. The others thought it was silly, but of course there was that previously mentioned persistence of mine. As everyone was motioning to go downstairs and pass out, I typed in some number and pushed a solid blue button on the device. As if I actually knew what I was doing. I clearly didn't...
Suddenly, bright little balls of light started to come out of the little machine. As the balls moved, they seemed to be trapped by the friction of air. The 5 of us stood still as a sea of light enveloped us. The flow of light continued as the little balls multiplied and collided with one another. We could see the so-called newly-renovated roof crumbling beneath us. Before it could collapse, a huge wave of white consumed my person. Almost as soon as it started, it was over.
I opened my eyes to an early morning sunrise. The 5 boys got up and looked at each other in an exasperated search for assurance. It was soon obvious that none of the boys actually knew what just happened. What was crazier still...something was definitely off. Besides the fact that they all just passed out on a rooftop, of course. But wait...there was definitely something wrong with that, too! There was just so much weird surrounding us, who even cared that we fell asleep on the roof. The real question was: What fucking roof did we all just wake up on?!
Our entire world had just changed. In every god damned way possible.
The city was standing on risers, so to speak. There was obvious flood wreckage to the East. It seemed as though a great storm had passed a long time ago. So many homes swallowed by three stories of salt water. But everything to the left looked like the shiny metropolis from a kid's video game. The subway system ran under the water, yet there were above ground walkways and roads snaking through the air. Not gravel roads, no. These seemed more like a translucent silk laid gently on natural curves gently shaped by the wind. Familiar city hustle and bustle surrounded us, but with a lot less noise. The Comcast Center loomed in the distance. We were in Philadelphia alright, but not the Philly I knew.
Adam saw a note on the door to the stairs of the building and read it to the rest:
To Craig & company,
My assistant will be at the front door to pick you up. Don't be alarmed, boys. I'm just a friend who's trying to help.
Oh, and welcome to 2159
Dr. Loretta Sinclair
Was this real? Was this really happening? Were we really in the future being picked up by my particle physics TA's assistant? Where the hell does she get off calling herself "doctor" in a letter to me and my friends? How the fuck would she even be alive in 2159? In the middle of our delusion over the letter, we looked around at the city and found the future talk more and more likely. They all went downstairs to confirm the inevitable. Right outside of the apartment door was a young girl about our age in a mauve tactile dress, what seemed like clear plastic boots and a snug lab-coat. We opened the door to a quizzical look and an attitude of disdain.
"C'mon, let's go. I'm already pissed off I had to wait for you boys to appear. On top of that, Dr. Sinclair told me I have to help buy new clothes for you! She doesn't pay me enough for this..." said the assistant.
We climbed into the car that was parked in front of the building, and almost immediately Renton took advantage of the co-pilot chair. He asked her name. She told him it was Savannah. He stared hitting on her. She shot him down masterfully, and we all laughed at his dumb face when she burned the shit out of him (metaphorically). I noticed that that there were no bumps on the road, and soon after looked outside to see that there were no wheels on the vehicles, either. Every motion was flawlessly smooth. The ride was quick and easy to the largest mall in the east: King of Prussia Mall.
The mall, as expected, had also changed. Sid, being the little pretty boy actor that he was, got ridiculously excited at the sight of this mall. Most of us boys didn't give a shit about shopping, but were still enthralled by the idea of walking into a futuristic mall.
Right there at the entrance of this mall, I saw something that I wouldn't report in any academic sense. Except for the fact that I had seen it with my own eyes. Savannah walked straight up to her and demanded a raise if she was going to be taking trips to the mall for her from then on. I, on the other hand was frozen still. There in front of me was Loretta, who just two weeks ago had graded my paper on meson interactions at absolute zero temperature. She was going through her first semester of grad school at Berkeley then, which I knew because I kind-of stalked her Facebook. As I looked at her in that mall, however, she was not the ill-adjusted student who just went to grad school for lack of a better socioeconomic alternative. This in front of me was a confident woman, roaming comfortably in her trendy casual-yet-business wardrobe with those same clear plastic boots her assistant was wearing.
"Hi, Craig. Long time no see. Let's get you boys into something a little more appropriate" said Dr. Loretta Sinclair, calmly.
I was definitely not calm. Also, I was suddenly in dire need of new pants...
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