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The scene fades in to the streets of West End London. A lone goth girl wanders aimlessly around the streets with a laptop in carrying case strapped over her shoulder. She's obviously very tired and she's talking to herself.
| Kara: | How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. I seem to be made to suffer. It's my lot in life. |
She keeps walking, turning streets at random | |
| Kara: | I've got to rest before my arm falls off. I've been carrying this computer too long. What a desolate place this is. |
As she turns another corner, she spies a cafe down the street | |
| Kara: | Wait, what's that? A cyber-cafe! I'm saved! |
The young goth hurriedly stumbles into the cafe and collapses into a chair | |
| Kara: | Over here! Tea! Please, tea! |
Fade to black
Fade in. Heathrow. Immigration. Four Lawyers mill about while one chats to an immigration officer.
| Immigration officer: | Someone like that was on the flight from DC. She said she was staying in central London. |
A second lawyer picks a small bit of lace off the ground and gives it to the first lawyer | |
| Second lawyer: | Look, sir -- goths. |
Fade to black
Cut to Cyberia, the small cyber cafe in West End London. Kara is sipping her tea in a quiet corner away from the computers. Cleggy, a tall youth wearing an Alien Sex Fiend T-shirt enters and sits down at a terminal. He types away for a while until the computer starts beeping frantically at him. Frustrated, he turns to the the other people in the cafe
| Cleggy: | Hey! I need someone who understands macros in Word 7.0! |
| Kara: | Macros! Hey -- My first job was programming macros in Word 6.0... very similar to Word 7.0. |
| Cleggy: | Hey. All right. Thanks. |
She sits down next to him and starts helping him sort out the document. | |
A short time later. Cleggy is returning to their terminal carrying a large cup of tea. Kara takes it and starts sipping
| Kara: | Thank God! This tea is excellent. I've hardly got any UK currency, I just got in from the US this morning! |
| Cleggy: | It just isn't fair. Oh, I'm never gonna be able to travel abroad! |
| Kara: | Is there anything I might do to help? |
| Cleggy: | Well, not unless you can get me a passport. |
| Kara: | I don't think so. I'm only an American and not very knowledgeable about such things. Not in this country, anyways. By the way, what's your name? |
| Cleggy: | Uh, you can call me Cleggy. |
| Kara: | I see, Mr. Cleggy. |
| Cleggy: | (laughing) Just Cleggy. |
| Kara: | And I am Kara, and this is my laptop. (she holds up her computer) |
| Cleggy: | Hello. |
Kara makes the computer beep in response. Cleggy takes the computer and starts playing around with it. | |
| Cleggy: | You got a lot of files on the your desktop here. It looks like you're doing alot of work. |
| Kara: | With all we've been through, sometimes I'm amazed the thing still works, what with the goth revival and all. |
| Cleggy: | You know about the goth revival!? |
| Kara: | That's how I came to London. |
| Cleggy: | Have you been to many gigs? |
| Kara: | Several, I think. Actually, there's not much to tell. I'm not much more than an DJ's assistant, and not very good at telling stories. Well, not at making them interesting, anyways. |
Cleggy starts playing with some icons on the computer | |
| Cleggy: | (talking to the laptop) Well, my little friend,it looks like you've got some bad file type associated with this document. (turns to Kara) Were you installing some bad software or.... |
The laptop's screen pops open a window, startling Cleggy. As he sits up a jumble of sounds start to come out of the computer. He adjusts a few controls, and the sounds begin to make sense | |
| Shawnee's voice: | Help me, Java-G Hammond. You're my only hope. |
| Cleggy: | What's this? |
Kara grabs the laptop and tries to find out about file, but to no effect. Shawnee's voice continues to speak the sentence fragment over and over. | |
| Kara: | What is it?!? Damnit, it won't tell me. The mouse isn't working right. |
| Shawnee's voice: | Help me, Java-G Hammond. You're my only hope. Help me, Java-G Hammond. You're my only hope. |
| Kara: | Oh, it seems to be some random old data file. Just ignore it. |
Cleggy becomes intrigued by her voice | |
| Cleggy: | Who is she? She sounds cute. |
| Kara: | I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. |
| Shawnee's voice: | Help me, Java-G Hammond... |
| Kara: | I think she was a DJ at my university. A person of some importance, I believe. |
| Cleggy: | Is there more to this recording? |
Cleggy tries to get the WAV to start from the beginning, but he keeps getting error messages | |
| Kara: | (to the laptop) Behave yourself. You're going to get us in trouble. |
She pops open the Properties description and summarises the contents for Cleggy. | |
| Kara: | It says it's the property of Java-G Hammond, a resident of these parts. And it's a private message for him. Quite frankly, I don't know what it's on about. It's last owner was that DJ but with what we've been through, this little laptop has become a bit eccentric. |
| Cleggy: | Java-G Hammond? I wonder if it means Guy Ruth Hammond? |
| Kara: | I beg your pardon, but do you know what it's talking about? |
| Cleggy: | Well, I don't know anyone named Java-G, but Guy Ruth lives out beyond Regent's Park. He's kind of a strange fellow. I can post to alt.gothic and see if anyone there knows him. |
Cleggy taps away at the cafe terminal for a few seconds, before his gaze returns to the laptop's moving audio slider | |
| Cleggy: | I wonder who she is. It sounds like she's in trouble. I'd better play back the whole thing. |
The laptop beeps an error message and the system reboots | |
| Cleggy: | Hey! wait a minute. Where'd she go? Bring her back! Play back the entire message. |
Kara taps away at the laptop's keyboard for a bit | |
| Kara: | File Not Found? What do you mean? It's the one you're carrying on your dodgy hard drive! |
Cleggy stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning computer. | |
| Cleggy | All right, I've got to go to the loo. I'll be right back. |
| Kara: | I'm sorry, but it appears to have picked up a slight flutter. |
Cleggy hurries toward the toilet | |
| Cleggy | Well, see what you can do with it. I'll be right back. |
The scene returns a short while later. Cleggy returns to find Kara and the laptop gone. He turns and speaks to one of the staff behind the counter
| Cleggy | Where's she gone? |
| Staff: | It wasn't my fault, sir. I told her not to go, but she's weird, silly American; kept babbling on about some mission. |
| Cleggy | Oh, no! |
| Staff: | Those net.goths have always been a problem. They seem to be getting quite out of hand. Even I can't understand their logic at times. |
| Cleggy | (staring out the window) How could I be so stupid? She's nowhere in sight. Blast it! |
| Staff: | Pardon me, sir, but couldn't you go after her? |
| Cleggy | It's too dangerous with all the casuals around, but I'll have to try anyway. |
Cleggy hurries out of the cafe to catch the tube up to Camden Town. | |
Fade out