Working on the VO script for the Pilot and so far this is what the script looks like... Better get the Marantz out!
Pilot Script:
I never thought it would come to this, I mean don’t get me wrong it had been on the cards for a while even when I was an intern you could smell it in the air. Medicon was becoming more and more powerful, taking over every other media companies… In the end only Medicon were left, I mean even politicians were turning to us on how to run the country and make everything seem ‘better’.
It all happened so quickly, in a blink of an eye you could say. Of course it was all the big executives of Medicon who had it planned all along and it had ‘actually’ worked. Backed Government into a corner and basically bullied them into having the control. What’s new eh? Of course Government crumbled so quickly, and Medicon moved right in. And now this is how it is,
New rules, new regulations… well I’m one of the lucky ones as I’m part of Medicon, I make all this happen. I live to work and work to live. If I wasn’t, I’d hate it even more…
Society lives their life through Medicon. Everything they know or will ever know about the world comes from us, hell we can make what ever we like up- and shit no one questions it. It seems trivial given my job I know I know but I seem to be the ONLY person I mean the ONLY one that doesn’t think this is ‘right’. I mean what world or society even is this?... No one has their privacy anymore I mean not even in their own homes, Medicon knows EVERYTHING about ANYONE living here. I mean hey, that’s what society signed up for right?
Of course, it’s sold to them in a way that how could they say no? What they don’t know is, every citizen has data stored on a file where only Medicon employees has access to. Every text, every email… Medicon is reading. Every phone call… Medicon is listening. Every status update… Medicon is watching…
Medicon encourages society to live through this saturated ‘world’ that we at Medicon have created so that simply Medicon can control these docile, information driven, dependent citizens that have been nurtured over the past hundred years.
So here I am, sat at my desk, in my office talking to myself, sharing my own sense of despair and unhappiness in this world, that I have taken part in constructing. I hate myself for having this control, this ability to control how the citizens see the world, and knowing it’s not true. Control isn’t the end, hell it’s only the beginning…
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