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You’ll Enter A Story Like No OTHER!

Q-City

                                                        By: Aliy Menrel

Pvo Aged Books

Intro:  Nasty Dark Thoughts

Chapter 0: Past Thirsty Beyond Belief

Chapter 1: Flags At The Red

Act 1: The Line Not To Cross

Chapter 2: Loose Rope                              

Act 2: Watch, when I get HIM Alone!

Chapter 3: Uh, Huh…Sure!

Chapter 4: Talking To Me Nice

Act 3: Needs To Revenge 

Chapter 5: No Gravity

Chapter 6: Loose Ropes

Act 4: It’s All Of My Business

Chapter 7: Finally Getting Sleep

Act 5: Unspoken Treason 

Chapter 8: Castle Death

Act 6: Demona

Act 7: Lost Facts Of Truth

Chapter 9: Fixing The Mix

Act 8: One To Eight Questions Left

Act 9: Last Move

Chapter 10: L.B.C.P

Outer: Angel Blood

Thank you to everyone who made me RETURN the Internet with RAMPAGE happening…

 This is a story about how to be brave & accept LIFE… the gifts we over look for more

This book is for all the days I didn’t sleep, so all my thoughts can hit paper again

Locked in a room alone with nothing but TIME to bring you with me

Nothing is like this Adventure…

- A. Menrel

This story from all of me, to YOU. 

 Intro: Nasty Dark Thoughts

 In the beginning of the war the disease had transformed the world into a dangerous place. Isolation seemed, as it was the only result for safety. 

 Everything was treason but still simple in the mixed of lies and feelings we all wanted, that money couldn’t buy anymore. 

 After we decide to separate our self from any race or religion, we didn’t want to see anymore death from the result of killing for superiority within cultures left to the United States. 

 The singularly enslaving of a culture did not work anymore, so the government removed the 13th amendment, turning citizens over as state property in America.

Before world war 4, the wipeout act commenced, leaving everyone in the world to perpetuate with the myth of love and compassion. Most went underground and fled to the cold haven.

After the spike of death decreased, other cultures blended again, growing stronger together out from separation.

Still weakened by thoughts of distrust, due to the reinstating of chattel slavery in parts of the world once called America.

All to make up for the fiscal deficits experienced from a war filled with anger and shame.

But one day something changed all that?       

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

 -Alice Walker

Chapter 0: Past Thirsty Beyond Belief

Words are forever, far from the mind of just the truth. We see abstract visions of a woman's footprints left deep across the brain like the only memory in the mind left. 

Micheal opens his eyes quickly, unable to sleep, Closing in on Micheal’s face (a scar is on the left side of his forehead). Sweat escaping like rain into his mattress out his cloudy grey shirt. Micheal holding all his thoughts in place of it being just a dream, Micheal looked at something off his full view, up on his left that held his alarm clock, going off to the time becoming 1pm.

(Sitting up from out the melted dead snowman print, removing himself from deep thought of the mystery women in his dream wearing all white)

Micheal placed his ass at the edge of the bed while his eyes fell into focus after every blink, waiting in the darkness for a response from the body to move again... He just sits there listening to the static coming in from the apple AirPods 5 underneath the creme grass night lamp.  

After a moment Micheal reaches for his earpieces and puts them both in his ear, Letting in the morning Los Angeles daily radio broadcast waking him up completely. 

Broadcast : Alright, we got another day here in sunny Los Angeles, California…

(Micheal stood up from off the edge of the bed, heading into the bathroom, for his morning routine with the broadcast still playing in his ears from the AirPods.)

Broadcast : Let’s take a look at our seven day forecast, we’re seeing lots of sunshine all week long, Temperatures in the mid to upper 70’s and don’t forget, it's taco Tuesday! 

So get your blow, hoes, and indo for the secret behind a free virtuous life and what do we measure as honorable before it became lost in all that we forgot to treat with love?

All coming up next when we get back, so don’t you change that dial…

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, it's hot, hot, hot like LeBron in the fourth quarter and its caliente outside. (Like this next song…Micheal taps the AirPods to put on mute)

Micheal finished brushing his teeth with a Bentonite clay mixture of coconut oil, clove essential oil and baking soda. Before mouth washing with enough peroxide to gargle up all the forgotten hard to reach places, with a toothbrush places going down the drain. Spraying around the sink with the bottle of bleach that sat near everything Michael needed before running watch again to remove the leftover DNA mixed with clumps of black spit clay.

(Micheal looking in the mirror with a reflective glow of the teeth, that was just a smile that would forever be ignored by the billionaires who lived in the kingdom of heaven. Micheal locked it up in his pain that couldnt be expressed without broken steel, at that moment remembering the reason he still exists with all that was happening in Hollywood.)

Micheal walks to the bathroom closet, opening the door to find his vault that was unlocked with Tinashe’s birthday. Micheal grabs his phone and wallet, leaving his pistol and the useless documents that had no power to what could fix the problem he was facing since Tinashe vanished without a trace.

 (It didn’t matter that days were becoming shorter to the months ending faster, with all Micheal’s wishes that he carried with himself after high school being just a silly thought now. L.A yet again had just become another whole year to all that wasn’t accomplished in the changes beforehand.)

 Micheal was in the last year of the house lease before it could be renewed, Micheal was unclear on where all the time went with all the memories left inside the house. There was enough love in the walls that made it uneasy to walkout and just leave.

Micheal wasn't focused on the news & blogs over the rest that was more important than him being sure of where he wanted to go with his family after taking time to breathe. 

Micheal walked out of the bathroom with the lingering scent of “YOU” by Amani beauty surrounding him, with his eyes catching a glimpse of him happy in a photo hanging on the wall, when on the next iron chef, that sat next to the photo of him and Karen Bass. 

Micheal faced the outfit hanging on the front of the wardrobe to Narnia, Despite the shower from yesterday, he wasn't feeling excited to be handsome for the celebration of death. 

 After completely clothed and ready for the Tuesday church service, he was on his way towards the door. Micheal suddenly stops, before getting to the front door.

In his Gucci shoes, he stops at the entrance of the hall leading to a door. Micheal slides on a pair of Ray-Bans while looking at the METAL door down the hall. This secret held on top of him not knowing where his daughter was in addition to what was behind the door, he began to touch the scar on the lower left side of his forehead.

Michael happened to be feeling tall by more than half his actual foot size. He was muscular like a fit dad in L.A, To whom many would hardly ever see smile or break his character along the lines of all the secrets that hid behind his smile that outshined his bald head and all the gold Micheal wore. Fixing the ray-ban’s on his face without ever removing them off his face at all, Micheal continues to the front door wondering if it was time, grabbing his keys off the hook before closing and locking it behind himself.

Micheal walking towards the elevator and he was past thirsty beyond belief!

Micheal: A cup of coffee with whiskey before the service starts will do, but will i have time? ( he thought to himself looking down at his watch that said 3pm.)

Micheal could hear the seagulls behind him as he shut the door, while huffing and puffing over the lost of time that he couldn’t get back.

Chapter 1 : Flags At The Red

- Broadcast :Don’t forget to grab an umbrella, It’s HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT!(tapping it off)

Beautiful and annoying the seagulls conversations flooded the air, coving the yard, car and house by Micheals sight after moving through the doors of the quiet home, where a light breeze blows through the windows of sheer blue curtains, Micheal turns ever-so-slowly with the door being locked behind him, before charging down the steps toward the car.

Micheal takes a moment to feel the wind before leaving his heaven, removing all his happiness and enjoyment before unlocking the car door automatically!

Micheal took himself completely into a daydream of himself standing on the beach, pretending to be asleep as the waves behind him roared into the red, blue and white of morning. (That was something before reopening his eyes) 

 Micheal dives into the whip of his shiny Butterfly Mustang, causing many of the seagulls to flee back into the sky above the nearby cliff that belonged to the sea behind the house.  Once in the car Micheal checked his rear view, snapped his seat bell and inserted the key. Abruptly turning the key and hitting the gas, pulling out the driveway slowly into a small circle.

 Micheal hits the brake before pushing gas again to move forward, the car SCREAMS around in a tight circle that places him on the road after.

Micheal's car pushes wildly weaves from lane to lane across the road like a bullet, Micheal pushing already up to 70 MPH, racing through a yellow light at the corner.  As the next light turns red, the metal door back at the family house slides OPEN.

At the light, Micheal reads the time off the car stereo before taping his AirPods back to resuming wherever the broadcast was currently at, looking over his shoulder out his tinted window of his growling Mustang headed up a freeway ramp. 

Micheal taps his AirPods at the ears, before falling into the incoming voice left on paused broadcast filtering up to the moment of the current topic? (Micheal looks left before merging onto 10 freeway)

Micheal HITS 75 mph straight. Then 80. (Comes up to an intersection) Eases off. Makes a hard right at the last second into - creating dust from the hot wheels tearing up, straight down into light traffic off the rampage freeway.

Broadcast (Continued): I have flaws like the next and like meaning when you young the complete thought of perfection was what we all want to round it all up being. I think now that I am older I see that I messed up a lot trying to be better than those that wanted to just help me. I, like most of the listeners who were too stubborn to let angels help me, and believe it or not over time people stop trying before giving up and move on with their life.

The light turned green while the gears grind to the push at Michaels foot, Closer to Fairfax avenue in the exiting north, while zipping around the average stock of cars in a blur. (While the voice in his ear gets louder than the passing cars and beeping of horns, that was not louder than the hot burnt smell of rubber in the L.A air.)

Broadcasting: If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may feel a fresh start will not at any moment you choose, come for this thing we call ‘failure' to be lifted over the guilt we place on ourself. Not falling down hurts, but staying down will forever as you tell yourself that you are accepting defeat and okay with it. Sure fall like the rest do in the path of gaining strength again, so don't worry about the talk on your time to get back up.

EXT. THE STREETS OF LA  

Micheal’s car sails into a thin blur of busy traffic, building in speed and energy to the engine of the Mustang. Despite the velocity of the twin gateway lanes, Micheal is calm at the wheel, weaving through the light traffic like an android. 

Broadcast: Here is a simple question. What's Next? What do you want to be, before death? Where are you going to be when you close your eyes and reopen them? What’s out there that we may never learn? What are the possibilities of having more without the extra problems that come with it all? 

Micheal listened with close intently to the broadcaster's words that he could relate too…

Broadcast: We are forgetting who we are for the things we want from a human now, that we didn’t want before, we act on listening to not our needs and wants, but the desires we try to understand everyday inside the core, that we all know we crave.

Slightly in the future, the city’s been developed even more in machine matter and electric cars with a massive amount of robots working in offices, at the front desk of apartment and mall complexes. The city of angels had been designed for comfort and ease to what LA used to resemble a long time ago. All the taller buildings, as far as the eye can see, are mixed with wires that escape from the ground like wisteria vines. Construction cranes loom overhead the hovering cars in the way of seeing the sky that no longer was clear in the lower parts of Los Angeles. 

 Pulling up to a large crowd in front of the Daniels L.A Leather store, waiting and pushing each other. The respect was ignored for the thirst of a coat made either by a sea otter, arctic fox or a chinchilla mouse. It did not change the true desire and want at 189 Grove drive on a Tuesday afternoon. 

Micheal watched from his parked night rider Mustang, as the lines grew crowded with pests to the entrance of stores that sat outside the court of choices, in hopes of having a chance in getting a WBC made from polar bear. (Turns out fur's primary function is insulation, trapping air and acting as a barrier to heat transfer, some animals like to utilize their fur to reflect and channel heat, with their black skin that absorbs the light and retains heat.

After Daniel figured out the pricing of each mammal with darker colored coats that can absorb more heat from solar radiation, giving the ability for the buyer to stay warmer and cooler in the scorching sun. It was only a matter of time before he became the biggest producer in a global movement for HEAT FREE fur coats. The smaller kid voles coats had sold faster due to having darker fur in the winter.

Micheal looks at the time on the car stereo as he smoothly clears his voice to have a clean conversation with his phone named Sabrina.

Micheal: Hey, Sabrina!

Sabrina: Hello Michael, How can I assist you today? (Responding in a heavenly tone )

Micheal: Give Me The Latest News Updates, would you?

Sabrina: Of course Micheal, As you wish! (She responds back… while uploading mp4 clips and images of everything onto his ray-ban glasses for him to see it all visually, while hearing Sabrina verbally still.)

(Micheal awaiting on the incoming)

Sabrina: Los Angeles Times weather. Your seven day forecast is partly--

Micheal: No, Next! ( He said in a quickness)

Sabrina: The Death Of Shaq--

Micheal: No, Next!

Sabrina: China/India merger headed for regulatory approval with-- 

Micheal: Next, Please!

Sabrina: World trade deals stalled as Russia talks in breaking --

Micheal: Next, No just stop! (Over the lies of politics with him knowing, nothing she was about to update him on would fix him thought)

Micheal on his handheld device that is revealing a hologram map from his Apple 360 (the world’s first artificially intelligent operating 3d map system) as he listens to news headlines. While pulling into a covered parking lot underneath a quiet shopping complex before locking the Mustang in park, pulling up next to a Dragon Ferrier.

Broadcaster: Dating is different when you get older. You're not as trusting, or as eager to get back out there and expose yourself to someone.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly”.

 Micheal cracks the passage's side window to hear the aggressive and exhausting cacophony of traffic, little by little in the twist of faded music that is heard in the distance, coming from the inside of the New Grove.

EXT. DOWNTOWN / New Grove - Starbucks

Everyone making commotion can be heard, once the door on the drivers side of the Mustang had been opened the world syncing around him: a chorus of car honks, dogs barking in heat, cell phones and skates, wheels marking up the pavement like chalk. In the mix were a few murmurs to themselves, occupied with their small devices having them locked into a more useless existence that became the new normal. ( especially at the side of the head of almost half the Americans that just wanted to forget the once fight for control as just a once citizen with rules and a voice of freedom, that had been replaced with a mute to the void electricity filled in our lonely lifestyles around the world.

 Closer to the front door, Micheal walked through the commuter crowd. As the number of bugs flying around the polluted L.A air grows with the attraction to a short bathed mixer of “natural diversity” in the murmuring inaudibly of their own devices. Disappears down an alley in passing of office workers that stride without purpose to work, instantly waving off these back thoughts of having to feel the way all of them looked.)

 Once at the door in the alley that leads into the New Grove, he taps his earphones firmly in place, his shades able to see all before entering the next stage of chaos. Before Micheal could stroll down the amusement of the “New Grove” Micheal caught the passing light dry breeze before entering the white hall.

 The sound ‘Welcome To Your Life’ by Tears For Fears played out into the moving crowded space of happiness and joy, to what most would travel from all over to experience. The song played in the reawaken for a cup of coffee. Micheal looks around past moving figures, seeing SpaceRock before Starbucks, seeing other young people of all ages, running around, smiling, chatting, and enjoying their carefree lives in the mix of human-bots put in place of what we used to call cops.  

 Their actions are magically in time with his personal to how fast the scanning of a threat could that be, Micheal walks against the moving foot traffic towards his destination, while in his bubble of thought. Daniels L.A Leather that sat between Kit-Cat World and Pizza Pop, gave Space Rock a run for its money. Approaching what was busy by the passing of supply and demand at its highest, Very busy and hard to access by the entrance could be seen as the increased crowd becomes dense and more excited for the new releasing Ice coat.

Micheal taps fully into his swagger as he approaches the Starbucks, walking by the other attractions. We see reflected holograms in the glass of the KIT-CAT that had been becoming as popular as Pokemon cards. ( The world was in a up roar over Kit-Cat Cards found in every purchased Kit-Kit, that was an extra guarantee of cuteness to the additional happiness received with “Taking A Break”) 

Micheal hears the Church clock ringing off, Reminding him of the task before the sunsets, Micheal sees a human-bot with an actual human holding hands in public. Micheal watches as they pass in confusion to the new laws that were breaking the balance of what he used to remember seeing before all he found hard to accept now. (He wasn’t the only one!)

 As the song fades into an ending of wonder to what was next in the court to be played, Micheal opens the door with his elbow, before he stops it with his foot, all while being watched by the clerk wearing a green apron with the words Starbucks coffee written across it. Completely in the shop of what smelt like a ‘good morning’ to all that was or wasn’t having the best morning.

Starbucks Clerk: Welcome back to Starbucks, Micheal ! 

(Micheal walks closer to the counter for a better look at the menu, while responding back)

Micheal: Good afternoon, I’ll have a dark white latte! -No sugar, No cream ( Holding his arm out, ready to pay with the chip in his wrist)

Starbucks Clerk: Darling, you’ve fixed yourself up! ( She commented with her back turned away to make his ‘dark white latte’, this began to confuse Micheal a bit, as if he was looking trashier before now? 

Micheal: Thank you! (he responded looking down at this watch for the time)

Starbucks Clerk: That would be 7$ (She responded with placing the cup on the counter and pushing it gently towards Micheal)

Micheal: Have a good day! (He responded with a grin)  

Starbucks Clerk: Thanks, You as well Micheal!

After paying and picking up his latte, Micheal walks off embarrassed he didn’t know Clark's name that knew by heart. At the long table placed in front of the glass window, an older caucasian man that was very well-dressed, sat next to a goddess that sat in the middle of him and Micheal. Micheal pulls out a seat beside the lady, removing a tiny bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey from his inner vest pocket, snaps the top off to combine with his latte.

Unknown Lady: You think that's something you should be drinking?

Micheal looked at her, seeing the reflection of him in her eyes while pouring the whiskey, earphones in and shades still on his stoic, poker face. 

Stephen: Nikisa don’t babe, Not right now…

Micheal: Oh Stephen leave her, this is forever like my habit for a whiskey coffee in the morning!

Nikisa looking past Micheal glasses and directly into his soul releasing her worry upon him in all her beauty.

Nikisa: Fine…! (responding to Stephen first before returning to Micheal) Did you find her yet?

Micheal sips his coffee quietly before thinking of a different way to say NO, without sounding like a failure yet again. Nikias leans forward at a halt  to hear Micheal’s response, even Stephen grows in a panic at Tinashe missing this long without a word or note left before she just up and leaves.

Stephen: I spoke to some friends of mine in the airport and nothing was found under her buying a ticket outside of L.A. Mike!

Micheal: Who’s to say it's under her name or it was not by train or bus?

Stephen is silent to Micheal's counter response, Nikisa unable to remove her eyes off Micheal or change the pain in her face.

Nikias: That's it I’m calling MOM!

Stephen set out his comfortable pose with the fear of how no one would get a goodnight sleep again by Nikisa's next actions that wasn’t ever decided between them all.

Stephen: Babe… maybe she doesn't wanna be found after the demand of more with what was given from her tenth album? Maybe she just taking time from us all and when she ready to let us see and have her again, she will return…( I hope) 

Micheal, still silent with additional sips being had, Nikisa pulls her phone out and places it on the table for all to see.

Stephen is scared of momma bear being woken by what the word stops looking into, who was grown and should be free to make her own choices in life at this point. ( Without someone else trying to control her journey) Micheal sips his coffee again before gathering his scrabble words with the letters he had, over what Nikias had put down on the board already in anger.

Micheal: I got one lead!

Nikisa, shocked, pulling back her aggression towards Micheal in waiting for him to share with her , Micheal stands up with his coffee and starts walking to the front door, to leave the shop as if he was a spy conveying an important secret.

Nikisa and Stephen sat with only more questions and worried about what they couldn’t rest their minds on, was she okay, why didn’t she say anything before leaving her phone & travel bags?

As Micheal exits the coffee shop Nikisa phone goes off, who could this UNKNOWN caller be?

Nikisa & Stephen looking at the phone together before back at each other before the next move!

 The mysteriously important Micheal stands by the curb outside of Starbucks, The obsessed smell echoing from Pizza World was more than one person pretending he/she couldn't ignore. 

Nakisa really put things in perspective of Micheal needing to move faster if he wanna make the service. From where Micheal was standing the entire world seemed utterly insignificant, before the footprints over to the KitCat could happen one last look in the direction of the mini pop-shop of what Pizza World was now, remembering when he first took Jr to the first opening before snapping out of an image flashback to that very day.

Micheal walked over to KitCat, hoping to speak to a Kitty before Tuesday service was over and completely over. (walking away from all the smiles and happy faces)

INT. The KitCat Shop - Noon

 The doors close behind Micheal with only laughs at release, away from all the tension and choices that were left outside. The kids all had smiles on their faces of just the display on different “Kats” that had been found within the shop. (that was bigger inside, to the smaller appearance outside by all walking passes!)

Micheal eyes watch the flow in the tubes above pushing a swirl of rich coco liquid chocolate, down a funnel. The chocolate pours into a mold that's seen from the window behind the clerk, one of hundreds inching along a conveyor belt. This isn't any ordinary chocolate made with soy, peanut and wheat. Blended & bathed before in the perfect amber light heat, to avoid burning of the oat coconut milk that was being constantly swirling in a machine connected by tubes extracting different ingredients from each direction of what only Micheal eyes could see from afar. The chocolate bars continued along the belts visible past the glass, the shopkeeper behind the counter kept walking back and forth to attend to children waving  while the great bellows swell and gently puff. 

Releasing smoke from the boiling that smelled like old fashion hot chocolate that escaped into the court that was mingling in perfect with the aroma coming from Pizza World. Micheal could hear the presser slam down, lifting to reveal the word it has imprinted: KITCAT. (across all five sticks that make up one bar) While the children ran all over and across the heads of all the hardworking chained up Mexicans below sweating out, underneath the shop where it's quite dark. All to promise America a product that is forever “The Best Break, You’ll Ever Get” making headlines nationwide with the United kingdom. (who still was owner of all power, under whatever Nestle did behind their backs to meet the previous deadlines given after the ‘Final War’.) Still moving down the hall of the chocolate red floors, children can be spotted laughing freely in conversations, standing around inside lanes that cut off from the original path towards the cash register.  Micheal looks back along the belt as hundreds of bars line up to be stamped one by one. The molds suddenly flip over, dumping each bar onto its own set of wire fingers. (the machinery itself all together made Micheal feel young again). Strangely, we don't see a single person working. As the chocolate reaches the tip-top of the track, before into a small package of each bar. The track flings each bar over the top, As Micheal watches each candy bar plummet in free-fall, until the tiny package. Leaving the candy bar to drop onto another conveyor belt. Each piece of chocolate lands perfectly square on its own sheet of foil paper. (Looking further ahead) Micheal can see the machine that bends the foil around the chocolate. (But before we get there), A HUMAN HAND reaches in and lifts five bars off the belt. Just as suddenly, a thin KatCard is printed on the back of each of the KitCat bars. (One by one) 

 Micheal approached the counter while the foil-folding machine did its job, perfectly encasing each piece of chocolate. Micheal places one special bar on the counter of it all being just junk that had a secret far past the facts given, Micheal continued watching as another device attached to the paper wrapper, printed to read: KITCAT BAR. (Pushing further down the belt, out of sight to the stacking and sorting of machines loading up boxes and cases of the bars. A mechanical stamp thumps down inside each cardboard box, marking its final destinations out of L.A: NEW YORK, SPRINGFIELD, CANADA, MEXICO and CHINA.

Micheal eyes move through the room, which is decorated entirely in shades of brown and cream of color to the waffle color inside the bar. The carpets were chocolate red, and the cement holding the building together was in the color of fudge. All the walls and ceilings were made of a fake chocolate as well, holding the smell of a KitCat inside the cemented like mixture. The only thing Micheal can see is the shopkeeper's hands and the double ‘K’ cuffs of her velvet jacket, as she sets a KitCat on the counter.

Shopkeeper: No it hasn't come yet (speaking to a random child who’s smiles, with his mouth ringed with chocolate.)

Micheal smiles at the sight of it all being innocent to anyone with a good heart,

not a tear in the corners of Micheal’s eyes, filled with  emotion. 

Micheal didn’t return with a full smile back at the little boy, (instead a smirk of kindness). 

The shopkeeper lifts up off kneeling down to meet the boy on the same level, the storekeeper named Kitty looks at Micheal in full eye stretch. ( Ignoring when she first noticed him by the ChipKits.)

Micheal: Hey, Kitty

Kitty: Hey, How's the HUNT going ?

Micheal: Cold!

Kitty: I see you got your coffee already, so why the candy?

Micheal: same as everyone else looking for the golden Kat I guess?

Kitty: Just ONE?

Micheal: Two?

Kitty: Try again (she said winking at him)

Random Kid: 6, 7, 9! (standing behind Micheal shouting numbers)

Kitty: ? Waiting on (Micheal’s next answer?)

Micheal: THREE, matter a fact !

Kitty: Did you go?

Micheal: No, I'm headed there after!

Kitty: the service is almost over Micheal? (concerned he wouldn’t make it)

Micheal: I have time he responded ( after looking down at his watch that said 5pm)

Kitty: I think we forget how important death is, when its your last chance to say goodbye!

Micheal got silent with the child standing behind them, waiting on line!

The SHOPKEEPER places the items in a red market bag labeled ‘KitCat’ with an extra unknown item and hands it off to Micheal. 

Micheal sits his whiskey tainted Starbucks cup on the counter before he grabs the bag and quickly removes a bar from the bag to hand over to the random kid waiting to buy another. The child tears off the wrapper and takes an enormous bite, while holding the rare Kat Card. (And suddenly, from underneath the wrapper, there comes a ‘rabbit’ instead of a Kat.

Random Kid: Awe man! (discouraged with his discovery)

Micheal: What's wrong? ( Confused on his dissatisfaction to what was shown to him on the card)

Random Kid: It's a useless “Bunny” again! ( Replying to Micheal’s question while looking at the rabbit resting on a log, next to a box KitCat Balls in a forest.)

Kitty: Remember just ten of those can get you a random Kat ! (She responded quickly to change his feelings towards the card that had no actual value to the goal of collecting Kats dressed in a KitFit!)

Random Kid: Hum….that would take too long when I can keep opening KitCats! (thinking about it all while handing the card over to Micheal)

Random Kid: Thanks for the bar (he said in a very unbothered tone, before walking off into the crowded store of children)

The random kid takes another bite...and another…of the delicious bar that was free from just waiting, swallowing pieces without hardly chewing!

Micheal: oh, the sheer blissful joy of being able to fill one's mouth with rich solid food of chocolate really does make us all happy! (speaking to Kitty while they both watch the child vanish into the noise of children with a mouth full of KitCat)

The mood in the room deflates as reality sets in, as Kitty puts Micheals change on the counter.

Kitty: Take it easy out there, Micheal! 

Micheal reaches out a hand to take the extra change Kitty left on the counter for him to receive, Micheal picks back up the cup he placed on the counter a few moments ago, before he begins walking away from the counter and Kitty all together.

Ext. The New Grove - Noon

Once outside, Micheal was completely swarmed by random adults that would rather wait to buy from other adults and kids that had the time and patience to wait in line for it.

Micheal’s heart stands still to the rush of sounds that started filling up past the AirPods in his ears, on top of his thoughts to all the incoming offers being screamed at him. For a long minute, Micheal simply stares in silent disbelief.

To the crowd of about thirty people clustering around Micheal, with many more pushing their way in from all around the New Grove. 

Everybody wanted to get a look at whatever Micheal had come out of the store with and the lucky finders of the ‘Golden Kat’ was promised to be set for life, with it being the only one in the entire world of printed Kat Cat Cards. Micheal hasn't moved yet or even revealed anything inside of the bag of candy bars. He stands very still and holds it tightly with his hand balled up into a locked fist. While the crowd grew in shouts and pushing around him, Micheal at this point can feel a hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Without warning Micheal looks up and sees a tall man standing over him wearing a red hat that read “I Love Black People” written across it.

Unknown Man #1:  Listen. I'll buy it all from you. I'll give you eighty dollars. How about that, eh? (Micheal emits a sharp terrified shriek behind what he almost did to the harmless privileged man, who could cared more about what was in Michael's bag over him not liking to be touched.)

The tone of a random lady that Micheal couldn’t see in the growing crowd that came after, helping Micheal ignore the resting hand.

Unknown Lady #1: And I'll give you my car for all you have sir! 

Okay? This WOMAN must be crazy?( He thought to himself) Micheal did understand how or why this was worth more than so much to people?  The flags at the red of all that was wrong with that offer, had sat with Micheals pride in place of what was important to him.

Unknown Man #2: I’d give you nine hundred dollars for that whole bag! ( not knowing what was inside the bag or how many bars he had!)

 Unknown Man #3: You want to sell that bag to me for a free stay at my family hotel, young man? 

Micheal starts grabbing all the bars out the bag and tossed them into the air, turning on all the robotic humans in the court, to defuse a muffled roar of energy that could be more of a problem later. (The goal of all the programming by Elon was to protect both adults and children that posed no threat, to the controlled peace ensured by the government.) 

Micheal walked away from the enormous crowd of people who had gathered into a ball of noise for sugar. The flurry of feet around the front of the KitCat Shop went from flattery and kindness to greedy and uncivilized.

Micheal quits the court finally heading to the Tuesday Service in revealing a dashingly eccentric suit with touches fit for only a king. 

Far away in the distance, from the heart of the closest thing left untouched on earth, attached to the name God.

The church shined in all its glory, standing tall as the twin towers once did and only a few feet away, as the clouds in the sky grew darker to the incoming rain. Micheal removed both AirPods from his ear that was on mute the entire time. Micheal removed the envelope from the KitCat bag, Micheal placed the envelope in his inner pocket before discarding the bag. 

Micheal breathed taking another sip of his warm-cold whiskey coffee, preparing himself to review the body and say his final goodbye at the service.

Act One : Unlocks Midnight