EXT. STREET - NIGHT
CHOI is sprawled across the pavement in what looks to be an uncomfortable fashion. He's clearly regaining conciousness as he struggles to his feet and takes in his surroundings.
It's a dark alleyway of sorts, fairly nondescript, but with a sense of abandonment. He's nowhere near the bustle of the city. Boarded-up buildings loom in the background, and there's not much light since most of the streetlamps are broken.
He checks his bankchip - still intact.
Choi staggers in the general direction of a more diffuse light source - the city.
GIRLChoi stops and turns. Behind him, a dark-haired girl, no more than 22 or 23.
You looking for a real good time?
CHOIHe winces at the stupidity of his own question.
What do you mean?
The girl sidles up to him and prepares the rest of her sales pitch.
GIRLIndicating a rather nasty-looking cut on Choi's forehead.
Not just -- the hell happened to you?
CHOIChoi keeps walking. Or tries to. The girl is practically wrapped around him.
That's.. a good question. I don't know.
Looks like it hurts.
Sort of makes you look tough, though.
GIRLChoi stops at that. A hooker with culture.
Some girls like tough guys. But you know, around here, even one night can make a tough guy tumble.
CHOIThe girl smiles, amused.
You've seen Chess?
Chess. Nevermind. It's a musical from way back. And speaking of which, I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.
GIRLHe continues walking. The girl keeps pace.
Really, wrong gender?
Right gender. Wrong priority.
GIRLChoi doesn't answer immediately. He continues walking, staring at some lifeless glass tubing which spells out RE-OWNED CARS in dusty neon. The P at the beginning has burned out.
Priorties, huh? So, hotshot, what are your priorities?
CHOIShe stops walking. So does Choi.
What's your name?
CHOIChoi starts walking again. So does Amanda.
Right, well, A-manda, at the moment my priorities are pretty simple. I just wanna get back to LA.
You're in LA.
I kind of meant a part of LA that has, you know, streetlights. And trains and busses and office buildings. Civilization, you know.
What, you think that's better than where you are now?
It's where I live, anyway. And yeah, I think it's better. I mean, look at this
place. All cracked and broken, no electricity.. you actually live here,
Yeah, I live here. So do others. We get by okay.
CHOIIt's clearly an important point of contention for her, though Choi can't figure out why.
Looks like a goddamned war zone.
We have electricity, too. Generators, little windmills, that sort of thing.
Fantastic. Doesn't really entice me to stay.
Works for me. We do our own thing. All that stuff - vaccuum-molded gas stations and pollution and ozone warnings every day and night and people gunning each other down in the streets, and you call that civilization?
CHOIShe's kicking a broken piece of concrete down the sidewalk as they slog along.
Look, who is 'we'?
People. Just people.
The people that people like you didn't want around in your civilization. Guess you call us vagrants or misfits.
AMANDAShe stops walking.
Guess maybe we are.
Yeah. Well, some of us like to keep up with the times. Society evolves. I don't like the cops and ozone warnings either, but it's not all bad.
AMANDAAmanda barely hears him.
What about it?
Evolution doesn't happen like that, hotshot.
Yeah, really. Stuff evolves when it's small and left alone.
What's your point?
That your civilization out there, that isn't evolution and never will be. You're doing your goddamned best to make everything the same. If genes were all the same, animals wouldn't evolve, and if culture is all the same, society won't evolve. Get it?
Not really. I don't see why this is such a big deal with you. You don't even know me.
All I'm saying is that if anyone is evolving, it's us. Out here. Where everyone is different, not being shoved through civilization coming out clean and homogenized on the other side. Your LA, it's not going anywhere, and it's grinding itself to a halt. We can all see that.
There's that 'we' again.
AMANDAShe smiles cryptically.
Things change, but not when you prod at them. Things change when they have to, that's all. Here, we adapt 'cos we gotta. In your pretty little LA, you adapt the things around you, and you stay the same.
AMANDAShe stalks off around a corner, beneath another dead street light, and is soon consumed by the darkness. Choi stands for a moment, wondering what he's missed.
Lots of luck, hotshot.
What is your problem?
You'll see me around.
He turns, and continues trudging off in the direction of downtown. Towards LA, towards civilization.
CHOIThere's an edge of doubt in his voice.