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SCENE CONTINUES FROM EARLIER
INT. SMALL APARTMENT – NIGHT
The young man sits quietly as the superhero movie credits roll. He sighs.
> GUY
"What happened to the early movies? It got boring. I liked the old one."
He tosses the remote aside, sets the bowl down, and lays back on the couch, still in his nightdress (loose T-shirt, shorts).
His eyes slowly close.
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FADE TO BLACK
A low hum begins. Wind rushes. Faint metallic sounds echo.
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INT. UNKNOWN ROOM – MORNING LIGHT – SLOWLY FADING IN
The man's eyes open.
He's still in his nightdress.
But the room is unfamiliar — clean, futuristic, sterile. Not his apartment.
He sits up slowly, groggy.
Outside the window: skyscrapers with flying transports, glowing roads, huge floating screens. The world looks like something straight out of a sci-fi superhero film.
> GUY (confused)
"...What the...?"
He walks over to a mirror — his hair is the same, his nightdress is wrinkled — just like when he fell asleep.
A device on the wall beeps. A synthetic voice plays:
> VOICE (V.O.)
"John Rick — Assistant, Department of Logistics, Section-9, World Protection Agency. Your shift starts in 20 minutes."
He freezes.
> GUY (to himself)
"John Rick...?"
He looks down. On a desk is a badge with his face and name:
"John Rick – Assistant to Director Aldrin, W.P.A."
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INT. GIANT ORGANIZATION LOBBY – LATER
He walks into a high-security headquarters — people in sleek suits, holograms, drones, advanced tech. He blends in awkwardly, still confused.
He passes two agents talking:
> AGENT 1
"Can't believe Director Aldrin predicted the Solar Breach three years in advance."
AGENT 2
"That's why he's the head. Without him, there'd be no world left."
John (MC) overhears.
He stops.
Eyes widen.
> JOHN (quietly, to himself):
"Wait… the Solar Breach… that's from the first movie…"
He stumbles backward, realizing something terrifying — or exhilarating.
> JOHN (whispers):
"I'm in the movie. Three years before it starts."
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