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Not ready yet! ok so Iitng an essay but com on I can't finish it this early. so you have to give me some time ok? You can't just go in front of your comp and say: " ok dude I'm gonna write an essay " you don't know what I'm talking about do you. So sorry but I just have to copy a story here untill my essay get's ready. EXT. DESERT - DAY Blue sky, red sand, purple mountains. Yellow grass, Joshua trees; a dust devil in the distance... PAN to - structures, in the middle of nowhere. A single dirt road leading in and out, an ugly high-rise of raw concrete, black empty windows; a bit further away on a hill: a bunker. In between the structures, a single heavy tank. Silence... Then - the distant CRACKLE of shots fired from automatic weapons, like popcorn in a microwave. Screams, shouts, muted by distance. Still we see nothing that moves... CUT TO: EXT. HIGH-RISE - DAY CU of a sweaty soldier screaming in fear, and shooting wildly. He turns and runs toward the high-rise, stumbling in the sand - he reaches the doorway, turns around and shoots again at CUT TO: MACHINE running towards him at an incredible speed, bullets ricocheting off it harmlessly. It has legs and arms, but no head, just a centrally placed brain-casing, and more joints than seems natural. The armored body has three segments. It's slightly larger than a man. At the moment it's running on all four like a greyhound. The soldier disappears into the building. The robot doesn't follow through the door - it makes a great leap onto the outside wall of the building and starts climbing by driving its 'claws' into the concrete like mountaineer pitons. CUT TO: INT. HIGH-RISE - DAY The soldier stops, panting, listening - he hears the dull, booming SOUND the robot makes. He looks around frantically, starts running again. CUT TO: EXT. HIGH-RISE - DAY The robot chooses a window about halfway up, and swings itself inside. CUT TO: INT. HIGH-RISE - DAY It stands still, swaying a bit, like a praying mantis. Total silence everywhere, except for a faint whisper of wind. There's no lighting inside, and all is raw dark grey concrete; it's quite dark.
Approximate Word count = 1532
Approximate Pages = 6.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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