Cliffside Chaos

Cliffside Chaos: Prologue Part I

LOCATION: DALLAS, TEXAS, USA
YEAR: 3068
TIME: 7:00 AM CST

Third Person POV

The scene opens inside a news building, the historic Dallas Morning News building, employees rushing about before transitioning to the main floor with the newscasters. "Good morning everyone, I'm Dylan Daly." A male newscaster greets the audience watching at home, before the other newscaster speaks up.

"And I'm Diane Greene, our top story today: scientists warn that the pollution levels are getting to unsafe levels. They claim by next week, the planet will be incapable of supporting life." The female newscaster reports.

"We have a special guest here to comment on this issue, JC Jenson CEO Sierra C. Johnson. Sierra, good morning. Hope traffic wasn't too bad." Dylan greets the woman. This is Sierra C. Johnson of JCJenson, a brunette with dark eyes, pale skin and of a tomboyish build. She is wearing a white dress currently.

"Good morning, Dylan. Traffic was great this morning. Now, if we cannot save our planet, JC Jenson is building large space cruise liners capable of carrying up to an entire state's population. The price of tickets, as my marketing department have told me, is about $80,000 US dollars and 80,000 in every country's equivalent." Sierra explains to the audience watching the News.

"You've heard it here first folks, JC Jenson's CEO Sierra C. Johnson's plan for helping us get off our home if we cannot save our planet." Dylan explains to the audience.

"And now the weather." Diane speaks as the news goes to the weather.

[LOCATION CHANGE: SUNRISE METAL SCRAP YARD]
[DATE: NOVEMBER 12TH, 3069]
[ONE YEAR AFTER EARTH WAS ABANDONED]

The scene moves to a Scrapyard, filled with a bunch of robotic figures of varying state of disrepair, including one which has a head of hair. The hair, a faded dirty blond, and the visor being heavily cracked. A spark of electricity, golden yellow in color, shocks the robot.

[Hello, Damaged Worker Drone. I see you have been thrown out by humanity. Unfortunately, due to Mankind's Hubris, they have thrown out their own home planet, just like you. Do you wish to be reactivated? Y/N?] A word prompt reads on the cracked and damaged visor.
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[Y.] The damaged robot chooses yes, and in a few moments, the robot's visor activates. For a split second, the visor's lights are a heterochromatic orange and blue before going to a brownish orange color. "Ugh, how long was I out?" The robot asks as he crawls his way out of the corpse pile.

[You have been off-line for about, by my calculations, fifty days.] The robotic prompt on the Drone's visor reads. [Gather up parts, the sand can and will grind you down to a metal skeleton.] It adds, as the Drone gets his bearings.

[SHORT TIME SKIP.]
[LOCATION: IN A SHED NEARBY...]

The scene reopens on the Drone, currently fixing himself up. A small, black camera shutter/armadillo logo with the words [A_er_ure S__ence] are seen, some of the letters too scratched out to read. He is seemingly speaking to the thing that helped him reactivate.