Paul Maden

Trophy Designer and Software Engineer

First Person Shooter

PHOEBE: This monitors everyone playing the game. There — player four. It’s his telemetry.

SCULLY: What do you mean?

PHOEBE: Player four — that’s him.

BYERS: On the monitor.

FROHIKE: Right there.

SCULLY: Where?

PHOEBE: That’s Mulder.

BYERS: He’s alive.

FROHIKE: Those are his vitals.

LANGLY: He’s still in the game.

SCULLY: Yes, but where’s the game?

(No one has an answer.)

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(In the game, MULDER comes to on the ground. He is alone. He throws off his broken headset, gets up, looks at the sword embedded in the wall next to him, then goes out into the main area, gun at the ready.)

MULDER: Frohike?! Langly?! Byers?!

(MAITREYA appears at the end of the street. She begins back-flipping toward him à la Blade Runner. At the last minute, MULDER fires at her. She flips over him and disappears. MULDER looks around.)

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(In the control room, the GUNMEN are working on the computer. PHOEBE approaches them nervously.)

LANGLY: I think that’s it.

PHOEBE: What are you doing?

FROHIKE: We’re rerouting the circuitry.

LANGLY: Making a kill switch so we can shut down the game.

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(The Maden household, Paul and Sam are sitting at the dining table watching TV. Eagle-eyed as always, Paul spots something that causes him to become alarmed.)

PAUL: No you’re not! You’re pricking about with the power cable on a hard disk!