"The Chromosome Wars"
[Opening Credits]
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[Grimes: ‘So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth.’]
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Close up of tinted visor, reflecting a dry landscape bordered with steep canyon walls. Double banked clouds discharge static lightning between tiers of density. Looming over the horizon, an artificial moon passes above, a crowd raising their hands in adoration as rain droplets wash over the parched dust.
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The planetoid aligns with two other satellites, one an elliptical frame like an eye, the other a flat solar shield. Once together they are blinded by the glare of a cold distant sun.
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[Title: “The Chromosome Wars”]
Man in armoured void suit taps his fist against the curved underbelly of a vessel in dock to signal to someone helping with maintenance, a multitude of cords and electrical support wires feeding the machine as steam vents release spent exhaust fumes. The flickering hologram of a petite female face winks with acknowledgement inside the helmet display of the technician.
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[Title: Starring Damo]
In another scene, a lone dogfighter spirals through the Rings of Saturn, pursued by a trio of carapace armoured spacecraft. Caught between them and the wall of an asteroid, the pilot’s hand settles on the accelerator lever to shift it forward, bringing his vessel to turn 180° and skirt off the rock, camera zooming through the flare of laser arcs in his mirror visor to see the face within, which is grimacing in determination to survive the encounter.
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[Title: Gobieone]
Looking out from the Panoptic deck of a void ship into the infinite, a robed figure contemplates a distant siege as an armada of ships bombard a small moon, framed within the ochre storms of Jupiter’s mass. The next angle focuses on something glittering in his open gloved palm, being facetted diamonds rolling in the cup of his hand. A call light begins to blink red inside the profile surface of the glossy black desk nearby.
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[Title: Bucky]
An androgynous dignitary with a painted face of peacock metallics waits sombrely beside a square shouldered bodyguard, his geisha lips turning into an ostentatious grin as soon as the automatic doors part, stepping out into a crowd of harlequin costumed officials.
Later, in the dim light of a wide industrial passage, the bodyguard grips a clown faced official by the throat, lifting their feet from the street plate surface against a wall. Nearby in a private sedan, the dignitary nods gravely, signalling the bodyguard to proceed before raising their tinted window, the final acts of violence displayed in the mirror glass as it slowly closes.
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[Title: Creature]
Montage scenes of armoured military squads charging through industrial passages, colliding into melee with angelic battle-suits with heavy swords. One figure strides out of the remains, gripping a disembodied helmet. Compressing its talons around the object, the helmet squelches into bloody pulp between the fingers.
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[Title: and Phoenix A(leph)]
Long shot of space ark disintegrating into fragments, the separating pieces being engulfed by a swarming micro-tech plague as escaping ships are cut down by distant energy beams.
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A crystalline being reclines in the dark, closing its opalescent eyelids as it recalls a history of running memories in reverse, the moving images falling like water into an ocean of information. As the records get deeper, the eye lens and body of the witness de-evolve into primitive robotics until they are nothing more than a roving tracked explorer, wandering the storms of pre-terraformed Ares.
Atop a tower of stacked refuse that rises above a gathered host of terraform robotics, an android raises its arms to summon the artificial satellite orbiting Ares, to witness their insignificance.
[End Credits]
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[Grimes: ‘We Appreciate Power.’]
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Phoenix A(leph) stands poised on the deck of a space vessel, sabre resting on her shoulder as she sings. An armada of voidships float through the background as the camera slowly zooms out, credits rising.
