Some years ago I wrote a screenplay called Adjacent Beds, about a software company executive who’s pressured to compromise his integrity at work, while his mother becomes seriously ill. His life so unravels that he ends up in the hospital in the Adjacent Bed to his mother. There they begin to work things out.
His work is centered on the development of a very new kind of game, that I dreamt up. I didn’t know the word for it then, but hey, now it’s called augmented reality. Only my version is still a lot more interesting than what’s coming to market. Here’s the beginning of the screenplay, where the concept is introduced; if you want to read the rest, just contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org, love to share work!
Robert M. Herzog
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©2016 Robert M. Herzog
INT. ESTABLISHING SHOT, OFFICES, NEW IMAGE SOFTWARE, INC.– DAY (MOVING)
Through a large open office, past computer geeks engulfed by elaborate electronic equipment, screens display game style graphic and programming work. Posters contain intense graphics – “Image Maker I: It Doesn’t get Realer than This!” And: “Image Maker II — As Real as It Can Get!”
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM, NEW IMAGE SOFTWARE – DAY
PAST a man seated at the head of a CONFERENCE TABLE, past other sitting people, onto a SCREEN at the end of the room.
A CURSOR moves as each title is manipulated, into 3-D, animated, letters change shape and color, morph into each other, morph into graphics. Each change is accompanied by the CLICK of hitting a computer keyboard. SOUNDS from people watching, grunts of approval and interest.
Image Maker III
The New Standard in Realism
There’s our ball game. Complete developers’ kit for interactive graphics on the Internet. It cuts production time from days to hours, will be a huge money saver.
The graphic DISSOLVES into:
IM III Sales Projections.
A bar chart shows sharp projected quarterly increases in sales.
PAUL JAMESON “PJ” STROUD, CEO, in his 60’s, full bodied, wears a bow tie, beams confidence. PJ talks in clipped, rapid phrases, as if he doesn’t have time for the small words. The slide REFLECTS on his face. At the end of the table to his left, empty chairs between them, PHILIP BERMAN hits a keyboard. Philip is a youngish mid-forties, slightly soft around the chin, good humor in his eyes, likable on sight.
Plan to release it next month.
To PJ’s right sits SCHUYLER MORAN, elegant, patrician, eyes of steel. BUZZ FILDEN is to his right, in an Armani suit, dark t-shirt, hair clipped short, keen, edgy. Schuyler frequently pulls his shirt cuff down so the cuff-links show, straightens his Hermes tie, brushes off a minuscule piece of lint. Buzz constantly flips a pen in his hand.
You’re on calendar, PJ?
As Schuyler says, first mover eats the most cherries.
Then we’ll gorge. Phil tracks details.
Among other things. We’re debugging now. Next month’s tight, but doable.
Phil’s my go-to guy, best Chief Ops Officer in the biz.
With these projections, we could do an IPO, initial public offering, raise money in the stock market. You’d be worth millions… We’d also need to show a pipeline to future growth.
The DOOR OPENS. MARTY IVERSON ENTERS, nearly as big around as he is tall, unkempt beard and hair, thick glasses, rumpled plaid shirt with an overflowing pocket pen holder. He speaks with good cheer about everything. When he breathes deeply, the pens rise up, occasionally pop out.
Greetings assembled chiefs. Phil, we need —
You know Marty Iverson, our head of Technology. Best in the biz.
That software driver hasn’t arrived, now they’re saying —
The contract’s on my desk. I made sure they included a delivery date.
Marty gives a slight bow, hands clasped, starts to leave.
Say, Marty. Working on anything else interesting?
We’re playing with some things….
We don’t want to lose focus —
Let’s not be shy. Crank up Sabertooth.
Code name. Great stuff. Marty.
Marty looks at Philip, who SHRUGS a concession.
It’s very early, you understand, not —
Phil. Skip knows development stages.
We created this…
The screen shows an ANIMATION of a SABERTOOTH TIGER.
Then scanned this in…
There’s a NEW YORK CITY STREET SCENE, as might be seen from the window of the conference room.
Looks nice, but what’s the —
Then we superimposed, and…
Marty hits some keys. Suddenly, the Sabertooth JUMPS into the street scene, PROWLING amongst the people and cars. Schuyler and Buzz flinch at its sudden appearance.
This is pre-programmed. Imagine if we could take any environment — home, office, school, streets — and be able to interact with it in real time. For education, travel, acclimatization…
Why bother? Huge bucks in games.
We could scan in people as players.
Marty pulls a small computer camera from behind the screen, points it into the room. He hits a key, and the Sabertooth morphs into Schuyler. The images FREEZE.
Whoops. Hold on.
Marty hits a key, the Sabertooth reappears, motionless, then jumping out from the screen.
It’ll be the most compelling game ever created. Endless variations. Kids’ll never want to leave.
(excited in spite of himself)
We’d charge to create new environments, drop in faces, run it off our Website. It’ll constantly generate new revenues.
To find out how Philip’s life unravels, to the point he ends up in the hospital, in the Adjacent Bed to his mother!
Contact me at email@example.com.