-- *Mar*Excellent — let’s turn the same *Feeling vs Engineering* theme into a *short drama screenplay*, blending human emotion, philosophy, and a touch of sci-fi realism.
Below is an original *screenplay draft* (formatted for film or stage). ------------------------------ *Title:* *The Last Breath* *Genre:* Philosophical Drama / Sci-Fi *Length:* Short (approx. 10–15 min screen time) *Writer:* (Inspired by Y.M. Sarma’s *Feeling vs Engineering*) ------------------------------ *FADE IN:* *INT. CITY CONTROL HUB – NIGHT* A vast room of silent machines. Blue light pulses across glass panels. Rows of OPERATORS sit in pods, their faces expressionless behind neural visors. A soft mechanical hum fills the air. *CAMERA PANS TO:* *ARI (28)* – a young systems engineer, sharp eyes but weary expression. She adjusts her visor and monitors fluctuating environmental data. ------------------------------ *ARI (V.O.)* When the air stopped smelling, people said it was progress. When the rivers ran silent, they said it was purity. Now the world is perfect—perfectly dead. ------------------------------ *INT. HUB – CONTINUOUS* Ari’s screen flickers. A red alert flashes: *“ANOMALOUS BIO-SIGNAL DETECTED: ZONE 7.”* She touches the holographic map. A faint heartbeat pattern ripples across the terrain—something alive, unsanctioned. Her supervisor, *MARA (50)*, approaches. ------------------------------ *MARA* Zone 7 again? Ignore it. Probably another sensor glitch. *ARI* But the readings show biological variation—real air movement. *MARA* Variation is instability. The algorithms will handle it. Don’t get curious. Curiosity kills careers. She walks away. Ari hesitates. The heartbeat flickers again. ------------------------------ *EXT. CITY PERIMETER – NIGHT* Ari steps through a metal gate into the Wild Zone—an area labeled *“RESTRICTED BIOSPHERE.”* The soundscape changes instantly: insects, wind, rustling leaves. No hum of machines. She removes her breathing mask. ------------------------------ *ARI* (softly) So this… is what air used to feel like. ------------------------------ A sudden gust lifts her hair. She coughs, then laughs—half in pain, half in awe. She kneels by a patch of moss, touches it. A faint vibration travels through her fingers. ------------------------------ *ARI (V.O.)* The numbers never told me this. Understanding wasn’t supposed to be data. It was… dialogue. ------------------------------ *INT. HUB – MORNING* Mara reviews the night’s log. Ari’s terminal is blank. A technician reports. *TECHNICIAN* We lost her signal at 0300. Neural band offline. *MARA* (sighs) Another one gone organic. She looks out the glass wall toward the Wild Zone, where mist rises like breath. ------------------------------ *EXT. WILD ZONE – DAY* Ari sits beneath a large, ancient tree. Her visor lies shattered beside her. She whispers. ------------------------------ *ARI* Can you hear me? A long pause. Wind stirs the leaves. A deep, slow exhale seems to rise from the forest itself. ------------------------------ *TREE’S VOICE (soft, resonant)* We never stopped listening. Ari closes her eyes. The heartbeat returns—louder, syncing with hers. ------------------------------ *INT. CITY HUB – DAY* Mara stares at the screens. All environmental algorithms begin to fluctuate. Clouds form without command. Rain falls over the sterile city for the first time in years. ------------------------------ *MARA (whispering)* What have you done, Ari? ------------------------------ *EXT. WILD ZONE – CONTINUOUS* Ari breathes deeply as rain touches her face. The machines in her neural band spark once, then go still. ------------------------------ *ARI (V.O.)* Maybe this is what it means to understand— not to measure the world, but to belong to it again. ------------------------------ *FADE OUT.* *TITLE CARD:* *“When the last engineer remembered how to feel, the world remembered how to breathe.”* ------------------------------ *END* ------------------------------ Would you like me to format this into a *full shooting script* (with scene numbers, camera directions, and dialogue beats) or adapt it for *stage performance* with minimal props and lighting directions? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCJXwiWfSaPY%2BTKhm-%3DEsD%2BvkA2Vk3-Wq38bixVXTVpLvQ%40mail.gmail.com.
