SOUNDSCAPE: THE SILENT VOID OF SPACE. THE WEAVER, A LARGE COMMERCIAL SPACE TRANSPORT, SAILS THROUGH THIS.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) The silent void of space, somewhere just beyond Saturn. The Weaver, a large commercial space transport tasked with the safe passage of twelve-thousand souls, sails through this. And in just a moment, The Weaver and its precious cargo will find themselves at the burning heart of where mankind’s destiny and the stars themselves collide.
AND THEN…
SFX: KA-BOOM! A SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS CONSUMES THE WEAVER FROM THE INSIDE OUT.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE BLARING SIREN OF AN EMERGENCY ALERT CUTS THROUGH WHAT REMAINS OF THE WEAVER. MASS PANIC CONSUMES THE CREW AND PASSENGERS. SMALLER, DISTANT EXPLOSIONS GROW CLOSER, LARGER.
SECURITY: (SHOUTING) The escape pods! Get to the escape p–!
SFX: KA-BOOM! A FINAL, MASSIVE EXPLOSION.
AND THEN…
STILL SILENCE.
AND THEN…
SOUNDSCAPE: THE DULL ELECTRONIC BUZZ OF AN OTHERWISE PLEASANT ESCAPE POD.
SFX: THE PANICKED BREATHING OF THE POD’S DESIGNATED USER. UP, UNDER.
SFX: CHARMING SYSTEM START-UP SOUNDS.
DOUG: (SPEAKER) Neural links established. User identified. Vital signs acquired. Recording streams synced.
MIKE: (STARTLED, EXHAUSTED) Hello? Hello? Is someone there? Please… what’s going on?
DOUG: (SPEAKER) Hello, User. My name is Digital Observer Unit-6. But you may call me, “Doug.” I am here to help.
FADE.