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Title: Rem-Us

Series: Chronicle

Writer: P E Leody

SYNOPIS

PAGE 1

This is a condensed version of the years the Romans spent in the Americas from 500AD to 1000AD.

The page is split into 3 vertical columns the left and right hand side contain the Mother and the Son looking out for the Father's arrival in the middle column, The Father carries a Roman standard.


Mother looking through a crude telescope

MOTHER: HERE HE COMES!


Father approaches over the horizon in silhouette, only his standard is visible


Son looking through crude binoculars at his Father's arrival

SON: HURRY UP DADDY


Mother in a circular frame to symbolise looking through an eyepiece

MOTHER: 8 YEARS HE'S BEEN AWAY AND HE STILL MANAGES TO KEEP PROMISES TO THE NEAREST MINUTE


Father silhouetted is visible from the top half of his horse


Son in a circular frame to symbolise looking through an eyepiece

SON: WE'VE A BIRTHDAY PARTY READY TO START


Mother talks to the son

MOTHER: HE'LL BE HERE VERY SHORTLY AND NOW THAT YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND I'LL EXPLAIN


Father fully visible as a silhouette on horse back


SON: OH GOODY A STORY, I'LL SIT COMFORTABLY

PAGE 2


A decaying Roman city contained within crumbling city walls, People are escaping

MOTHER: AROUND 500 YEARS AGO, IN A LAND FAR ACROSS THE SEA, A GREAT EMPIRE WAS IN DECLINE. ITS INJUSTICES HAD FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH IT


A collage of a long sea journey in a large rowing ship, tidal waves, dolphins, Easter island statues...

MOTHER: A GROUP OF DISAFFECTED SCIENTISTS, WARRIORS AND SLAVES TEAMED UP TO ESCAPE AND SET OFF ON A MASSIVE TREK.

MOTHER: THEY HEADED FOR A LAND THEY BELIEVED EXISTED BUT THEY HAD NO PROOF.


A landing craft has beached with a few members of the ship. They have hoisted their standard claiming the land

MOTHER: AFTER A SET OF ADVENTURES THAT WOULD FILL MANY VOLUMES THEY FINALLY REACHED THEIR DESTINATION

PAGE 3


Potatoes and fruit trees growing

MOTHER: THE LAND HAD MANY SURPRISES. AN EDIBLE TUBER THAT COULD BE DEEP FRIED, DELICIOUS FRUITS THAT GREW ON STRANGE TREES AND AN ABUNDANCE OF RAW MATERIALS.


A progression of buildings from small house to pillared hall to amphitheatre. People are painting, acting and pursuing sports

MOTHER: WITHOUT BUREAUCRATS TO HOLD THEM BACK THEY BUILT FINE STONE HOUSES, ELEGANT EXHIBITION CENTRES, ENCOURAGED ART, SPORTS AND THEATRE


A crane lifting stones out of the Grand Canyon to a rail truck. Inserts of a glider and a Morse code key.

MOTHER: AFTER INTENSIVE TRAVELLING AND STUDYING THEY MASTERED HEAVY MACHINERY, RAILED TRANSPORT, TELEGRAPHY AND IN THE RIGHT THERMALS MANNED FLIGHT.


A wooden concrete mixer, a huge aqueduct, and a stationary steam engine

MOTHER: THEY EMULATED THE GRAND ARCHED AND DOME STRUCTURES OF THEIR HOMELAND AND FINESSED THEM WITH THE DISCOVERY OF CONCRETE AND THE BIRTH OF STEAM POWER.

PAGE 4

Much time has passed which makes very interesting stories but to end this in 5 pages we must skip to


The leader greets an alien landed in a space craft

MOTHER: HUNDREDS OF YEARS LATER STRANGE ALIEN CREATURES SPORTING UNKNOWN TECHNOLOGY SOUGHT TO BEFRIEND THEM


Holed up in the mountains the people hide from the attacking spacecraft whilst their towns in the valleys burn

MOTHER: AFTER A SLIGHT DISAGREEMENT OVER SALT FLATS THE ALIENS TURN ON THEM AND THEY ARE FORCED TO FLEE AND HIDE.


Banded together with their primitive weapons the launch forward

MOTHER: BANDED TOGETHER WITH THEIR PRIMITIVE WEAPONS THE LAUNCH FORWARD

PAGE 5


Father dismounted hugs his son

FATHER: OH MY DEAR SON, HOW I'VE MISSED YOU

SON: DAD YOUR BEARD TICKLES


Father hugs Mother

FATHER: HELLO DEAR, IT'S FINALLY OVER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON THIS IS YOUR PRESENT


Son take the reigns of the horse as his present from his father

SON: OH THANK YOU

MOTHER: WHAT OF THE FUTURE?

FATHER: WE'VE REMOVED ANY EVIDENCE THAT WE EVER POPULATED THIS LAND. HAVING ALIEN TECHNOLOGY NOW WOULD EXTINCT OUR SPECIES. MAYBE IN 1000 YEARS WE'LL BE READY.


Father lies bleeding Son and the Mother look on helpless holding the banner

MOTHER: YOU'RE HURT

FATHER: FATAL I'M AFRAID. DON'T LET THE STANDARD TOUCH THE GROUND SON, IT'S UNLUCKY. WE'VE SECURED EVERYTHING IN CASE THE ALIENS COME BACK, WHERE WE FIRST MET

MOTHER: GROOM LAKE?

FATHER: LOVE YOU

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