TALATRICS

by Cecilia Copeland

“First Day of School” ACT ONE
EXT. SPACE. BLACKNESS. STARS. - DAY
SUPER: YEAR 5525 DAY #270
Shiny single person pods hurl through space hailing from far reaches of the galaxy. The pods speed towards a massive spaceship in the distance.
GENOVAR (O.S.)
Hello Students. During your time with us you will expand. As you grow so do the horizons for all life.
INT. A POD HURLING THROUGH SPACE. - DAY
Rosalyn Thorn “RT”, 19, long dark curly hair, attitude, smart hawklike eyes taking in everything at light-speed. She listens to Genovar’s voice while scanning vids on the TALATRICS website. STUDENTS doing incredible feats; healing wounds, building space stations, hand-to-hand combat; young leaders.
GENOVAR (O.S.)
Talatrics will teach you how to use your gifts whether inherited as legacy or first generation. While with us all feuding will be suspended. Talatrics is neutral. We will have peace among our students.
INT. FLASHBACK. RT’S HOME ON MARS. - DAY
Disney meets The White House. Large columns, high ceilings, iridescent crystalline strands resembling a massive spider web for architecture. RT’s mother Carina Cohen, 40’s, brunette with hardened features and a streak of well-earned grey hair, a taller preview of what RT will become. Carina hugs RT, bags packed.
CARINA
Promise me that you’ll do your best. No more hiding.
RT
Mother. Can we not start this now?
CARINA
You’re representing the family at Talatrics. Everything you do is a reflection on us and our planet.
RT
Avi is there too ya know.
CARINA
And I told him the same thing.
End flashback.
EXT. SPACE. BLACKNESS. STARS. A LARGE SPACESHIP. - DAY
The pods slow down nearing the ship. We hear the ship’s mechanics click, groan, hissing of air-lock pressure.
GENOVAR (O.S.)
Each year you will study Combat, Medicine, Politics, Ethics and Art. You are the future of our civilization.
INT. THE SHIP DOCKING AREA. - DAY
Eleven STUDENTS are lifted from their pods into floating wheelchairs.
GENOVAR (O.S.)
What you learn at Talatrics will not be easy. Be patient with yourselves. Please prepare for landing and your first day with us.

INT. THE TALATRICS SPACESHIP. GENOVAR’S PRIVATE OFFICE. - DAY
We thought this was a tape we were listening to, but now we realize it’s a live communication from Genovar, 60, dignified, strong, African American Female with mohagany skin, gold eyes and hair. The room is beyond modern and yet still has organic materials, a large wooden desk, plants, and a fish tank.
GENOVAR
I am Professor Genovar, Chair of All Disciplines. You may address me as Professor or Professor Genovar. Welcome to Talatrics.
INT. TALATRICS SPACESHIP. CORRIDORS. - DAY
The wheelchairs zip through long hallways with rows of doors. We follow RT’s chair down a hall and into a room, her room.
INT. RT’S SMALL CABIN ON THE TALATRICS SPACESHIP. - DAY
It looks like Genovar’s cabin, but one tenth the size and no fish. RT attempts lifting herself out of the chair. Her arms shake. Gravity is a bitch. RT gets off the seat, but can’t reach the floor. She tries anyway and hits the deck. SMACK.
GENOVAR (O.S.)
(On a loudspeaker.)
For your own safety please do not attempt to get out of your chairs. A senior student will be attending to each of you soon.
RT’s palms are bruising, swelling up fast from the impact. She can’t make it off the floor in a pushup on eher sore hands, instead rolls over onto her back breathing hard, determined.
GENOVAR (O.S.) (CONT’D)
For those of you attempting to get out of your chairs may I remind you-
RT scans the room for a camera, but she can’t see any. How do they know what she’s doing?
GENOVAR (O.S.) (CONT’D)
The gravity levels on this ship are three times the force of an Earth 1 size planet.
Hooking into the chair with her elbows and using all the strength in her legs RT gets herself standing, but her blood drops to her feet. Is the room spinning or the ship? Dizziness, sweat, nausea.
GENOVAR (O.S.) (CONT’D)
This will be a significant change for your molecular biology. You will all be receiving adjustment suits to wear until your body has acclimated.
DING. The door slides open and in rushes Avi carrying a pressurized bodysuit.

Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)