(Scene the ruins of a future civilization, humanity is on the brink of collapse….an apocalyptic winter envelops everything)
Person 1
You can’t go to the Protodome, the council has forbidden…
Person 2
(interrupts) The council cares little, of the restoration of civilization…only to continue eking out a miserable existence.
Person 1
…We don’t need another dead body, we need a scientist!
Person 2
I’d rather die out there in search of the key to our survival, then die a little each day here, in this rat infested iron dump! If my calculations are correct …The ancient computer located inside the Protodome should still be operational…
Person 1
You don’t know whats in there! The scanners have been detecting all kinds of activity…strange activity…something’s going on in there….and you don’t know what! You don’t even know if those access codes will work!
Person 2
I know that if I stay here, I won’t last another 2 cycles…I know my belly aches every night…I know those machine restore my vitality, but I’m still left hungry…I know the sound of mutants howling in the night, I know it’s only a matter of time before those Robots break through and we’re sent to the Genodome…all of us! I know that my children shouldn’t have to live under a cold metal dome…never knowing what the sun or the moon or the SKY, Its been so long Ive nearly forgotten what it looks like…it wasn’t always this sick grey….it was the bluest blue you’d ever seen….
Person 1
………………and what if your wrong?
Person 2
If I’m wrong…then I die…then we die…then there was never any hope for humanity….but I won’t resign our fate, the fate of humanity, just yet…I don’t know whats on that computer, but it may hold the key to our survival…Tell my children I love them
Person 1
You’ll tell them yourself…Godspeed….
( a large metal door slides open into a grey snowstorm…the person steps out…gives one look back and marches on, into the uncertain terrain)