Setting: Waterfront park in New York. The bench faces the ocean.

Camera focuses on the profile of a distinguished, older man, wearing black suit and tie, speaks.

Agent K:Humans, for the most part, don't have a clue. They don't want one or need one, either. They're happy, they think they have a... good bead on things.

The other person from off camera.: Why the secrecy? People can be smart, certainly enough to adapt to a new normal.

Agent K: A person is smart, people are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody knew the earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the earth was flat.

Other person: That is a modern myth. The size and shape of the earth had been mathematically verified thousands of years prior.
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Setting: The large, industrial basement of some building. The room is packed with Zion revolutionaries, all in the customarily excessive leather and sunglasses.

Morpheus (perhaps looking out at the group, it's hard to tell with those sunglasses): I have to ask. Does anybody remember why we meet, like this, in the Matrix, itself? It begins to occur to me that hanging around the Matrix in loud leather outfits that mark us as abnormal is a bad idea.

Unnamed Zion Revolutionary: That's just because you have Wot on your team. We've all had those conversations with him, he messes with your mind.

Morpheus: That doesn't mean that he's entirely wrong. From a purely functional perspective, should we not be trying to blend in, wearing suits like themselves? Or at least dressing down?

Unnamed Zion Revolutionary: Listen, once he has you questioning whether or not terrorist tactics with unimaginable body-counts are a good way of freeing people from The Matrix, he can get you to question everything.
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Setting: Classroom after class.

Wot: Do you know why you're here after class?

Dash: No. I mean, I know you think I put that tack on your seat, but I couldn't have. I'd-

Wot: You'd have to have a superpower, like super speed, which our society fully knows some children are born with.

Dash: Uh... yeah. But, there's no way I'd have a super power.

Wot: These bits of mischief tend to happen just as there's a breeze between you and whatever mischief happens. And, your parents have a disagreement on whether or not to sign off on you joining the track team.

Dash: Uh...
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Setting: An office. Syndrome sits across the desk from Wot.

Syndrome: We'll have to use supers to test and refine this robotic orb in order to make it a monster. Then, I'll send the monster-orb to attack a city. I'll save the city from the monster-orb. I'll be a hero. It'll just cost a few billion dollars and the lives of some supers. And, everybody will want to buy my technology.

Wot: Okay, I get how certain parts of this work. I even get how certain parts of this plan might even be good for society. But, I have a question about this orb-monster business.

Syndrome: Oh, if you want out, don't worry. In fact, I'll make sure you don't have to worry about anything ev-

Wot: Euphemism for killing me. I get it. No, I'm actually asking what I think is a reasonable question.

Syndrome: ... Okay. What's your question?

Wot: About this last part of the plan where you make the orb-monster. Why?

Syndrome: What part don't you get?

Wot: The part where it serves any purpose at all.
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Setting: In Obi Wan's cave.

Obi Wan: Your father's light saber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster; an elegant weapon for a more civilized age. For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times... before the Empire.

Luke SkyWot: How was it more civilized?

Obi Wan: People were more civilized, better.
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Sigourney Weaver: Either you die horribly now or, six minutes from now, you die horribly with the rest of humanity.

Wot: A basic understanding of history says that's bullshit.

Sigourney Weaver: The old gods are here. You can just look over the edge.

The "Virgin": He said History. And, I think I get it. What you're doing is classic "Appeasement" strategy.

Wot: Thank you. By the way, werewolf behind you.

The "Virgin" turns and shoots the werewolf before it can pounce: Thank you.

Wot: No problem.
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Yoda: Too old, is he.

SkyWot: Too old? I'm meant to be about ten years old.

Yoda: Much too old, that is.

SkyWot: I was ready for you to say I'm too young. How young are you supposed to be when you choose to dedicate yourself to a life of self-sacrifice and asceticism?

Yoda: From infancy, we train in the ways of the-

SkyWot: You mean babies?

Yoda: Mmm Ye-es.

SkyWot: That's worse than Jar Jar Binks!

Yoda: Such language!
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Setting: The post apocalyptic, reconstructed society. Everybody is tested to find their one true Guild, based on their one Virtue.

Scene 1: In a white office without anything on the walls, with a white desk and white chairs.

Guild Assessment Counselor: I understand you have something to ask me about?

Wot: Umm, it's about my Social Diagnosis.

Counselor stands up, signaling to Wot with a finger to the lips, and walks to the door: If you're thinking we misdiagnosed you, we can test again. I assure you th at mistakes are very rare. :Counseler closes the door.: *harsh whisper* You need to be more careful! If they ever find out-

Wot: That's the thing. I think that the hidden and vaguely evil people trying to take over would already know I'm a-

Counselor: SHH! The walls have ears.
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Fairy Godparent: I see that you have been kept from the ball, though you would like to go.

Wot: You know, that might be nice. But, it doesn't really seem to be the root problem, here.

Fairy Godparent: Yes, I know, your step-parent and step-siblings are quite wicked.

Wot: Well... not really.

Fairy Godparent: But, they make you stay home and live in such squalor and-

Wot: And, they're trying to improve their lots in life through the only available means. It's not great what they're doing to me, but given their situation, it's not like they have a lot of options.
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Scenes I'd Like to See Re: Fantasy

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Scene: An ornate, alabaster gazebo amidst a lush and beautiful forest. Humans gathered near one pillar, the dwarves near another, the elves at a third, and the hobbits at the fourth. In the center, a floating woman clothed in light speaks a prophecy.

Prophetess: The time has come. The prophesied one is here in our presence. The prophesied one will bring The One Thing to Evil Mountain and save us all. The prophesied one is *prophetess pivots in the air and points* you.

Wot: Who, me?

Prophetess: Yes, you.

Wot: I'm prophesied to take The One Thing to Evil Mountain?
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Morpheus: Nobody can be told what the Matrix is. You have to experience it-

Wot: I'm pretty sure you can just say what it is. We have language.

Morpheus: No. You have to experience it for yourself. If you take the blue pill, you can wake up, believing whatever you want to believe.

Wot: Wait, you think I trust you enough to take an unidentified pill?

Morpheus: Please, let me continue. If you take the red pill, you will see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Wot: No... to both. You drive me around the city, point guns at me, rip things out of my stomach, and now you expect me to trust you enough to put a pill in my mouth... regardless of color... in order to find out about something you won't even give a straight answer about?

Dude, this is a cult!
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