Just for kicks, I'm not even going to try to get it published.
It's not properly formatted or written yet, but I'm doing my best.
As for what it's about, well, let's just say that it's the tale of A pathetic creature of meat and bone.
Int. Flat, 2099
It is messy, but we can only see a hint of that as our view is focused on the screen, and the head of the Hacker in front of it. We can hear fans, and the noise of air traffic, but it is all muted behind the noise of typing.
The screen flashes so quickly that we cannot see it clearly, but something about a company called Triop, something about access, something about... Citadel.
The word flashes on the screen and then remains there, the Hacker has found what he wants.
Citadel Station - a live feed of a giant space station, spinning slowly in orbit. It looks elegant, but still functional - neither overly ornate, nor too brutal. Text now flickers in front of this feed, again faster than we can see, and in the mid-range a spinning red cone slowly resolves out of darkness.
Suddenly, everything on screen turns black and a message is spelt out.
Before the message is finished, the Hacker bolts from view.
THIS IS TRI-OPTIMUM CORPORATION DATA SECURITY DIVISION
YOUR HACK ATTEMPT HAS BEEN DETECTED
SECURITY TEAMS HAVE BEEN DISPATCHED
REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE
Cut now to behind the Hacker as he runs for the door - only to have it explode in his face as bulky shadows emerge from a searing white light. As one approaches, we can slowly make out that it is a heavily armed special forces operative, who strikes the Hacker with the butt of his shotgun and stands on him. Pan to a man in a sharp suit, with gelled back hair and expensive jewelery.
DIEGO: Let me make you an offer.
Int. Medical facility
POV shot - Hacker
We come to lying on a futuristic bed - looking at ourselves, we see that we are dressed in scrubs, but there is a pile of clothes on a chair.
Pushing to our feet, we see a window and hobble over to it - we see earth below, and our reflection.
A green flash of light in the upper right of view and a corresponding spark in our reflection's eye as a young woman's face appears.
AGENT CARTER: Hacker?
We pull out through the eye, Agent carter vanishing, and turn around to see the hacker's eyes - the right one filled with a grainy green image of Agent Carter.
We rush in and the screen fills with green.
Agent Carter: Can you hear me, Hacker? Hacker?
Diplay title, green on black -