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The Carrier Signal
Dead Air
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The Carrier Signal

Dead Air

EXT. CITY APARTMENT BUILDING - DUSK
The sun has set. Lights show from apartment windows.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - CONT’D
A large muscular man is sitting in an arm chair staring at a television. Dog tags glint in the TV’s strobing light. The screen is blaring pure static. No signal. Just snow.

EXT. CITY APARTMENT BUILDING - CONT’D
Outside a transformer explodes in glorious sparks. All the lights on the block go dark, except the window where the man is.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - CONT’D
The man is doubled forward gripping his head. The TV is fading dim, losing its power as the man loses focus in the agony of the ensuing silence—a feedback loop. Power can be seen arcing from him, each spark illuminating the dark room. He recoils back as the bursts of energy fade and violent strobing is replaced with an eerie low glow. Items nearby begin to lift and levitate as the man himself floats up from his chair, his body now limp and drained. His eye can be seen rolling up into his head. A bead of blood pools and detaches from his lip where he was biting it. Now everything that isn’t attached to the ground is in motion around him—the chair, the end table, keys, cups and plates, and the TV, occasionally bouncing off the walls.

EXT. CITY APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Time has elapsed and a utility crew can be seen hoisting a new transformer into place.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - CONT’D
It’s darker now, but light from a passing vehicle reveals the form of the man floating still unconscious and a cup ricocheting gently off the ceiling. In mid air, at the end of the leash of its cord, the TV blinks to life as the power returns. The static cuts back in full blare and the man’s eye flashes open and darts to the set. He rotates and takes in the scene, awakening, and as his consciousness rises the items, the TV, and himself all settle to the floor surrendering to gravity, not in a crash but neither particularly controlled. Seated on the floor now in front of the overturned chair the man stares into the white noise of the TV, which is laying on its side.

 

 

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