A room that looks like something dreamed by architects and
prisoners. The walls are a braided lattice of metal and
living resin.
Suspended from the ceiling: a Vox-Lock Turret — black,
ribbed cones with pale membranes that flare if sound spikes.
The air carries a faint metallic tang. Every footstep
replies with a soft, tuned chime — the chamber itself is a
listening thing.
Three figures sit in a triangle: SERINA, sitting with
diplomatic grace. BEQCHA, resting his eyes. KURTIC, arms
crossed; a quiet, watchful presence.
ADAIS steps into the ring, Hawkeye stays few steps behind.
The scanner at the doorway clicks, and the Harmonic Seals
glow a brief warning pulse — then settle.
Serina examines Adais top to toe.
SERINA
(soft, formal,
emphasizing the words)
Cadet Adais Eroti.
(greeting)
We bring the courtesy of the
Archives.
ADAIS
(uneasy,hesitant)
Thank you. I- I accept your
courtesy.
(swallows, nervous)
SERINA
(feels strange)
We came here for an... important
matter.
ADAIS
(nodding positively,
nervous)
Yes... My ears are yours.
Adais looks for a seat, but there is only three seats at the
chamber.
SERINA
We've been looking for a specific
RNS, for the past millions of
years.
(takes a breath)
There's ancient archives on our
planet.
ADAIS
(to herself)
Pluto.
SERINA
But... we can't get access to the
most important one. And for that...
we need a specific RNS—
ADAIS
(interrupts)
You are archivists?
It was as if she was saying they were cursed. For a moment,
Serina seemed very disturbed hearing this.
SERINA
(hesitates)
Yes.
(MORE)
SERINA (CONT'D)
(her hands fingers
fidget, nervous,
emphasizes her words)
But we are not... crazy people.
(straightens up herself)
We know that if we can... If we can
access to lost archives, we can
learn so much more than we know.
ADAIS
So, you think I am the one with
that... RNS?
SERINA
(relaxed, smiling)
Yes. If you—
ADAIS
(interrupts, speaks
casually)
So If I give you some blood or
something... you can just, access
your archives?
KURTIC
(joins the conversation)
The R-N-S... The resonance
architecture of living beings.
(emphasizes the words)
The Resonance Nucleotide Sequence.
SERINA
(takes a breath, relaxed)
It means you should to be there.
ADAIS
(thoughtful)
Ahm... I don't know about that.
Even coming here was a hard
decision.
Adais walks around the triangle — moving her head and body
rhythmically. For a moment, she hums a melody.
A wave of gentle resonance spreads from Adais into the room.
SERINA
(shocked, whispers to
herself)
Wait...
ADAIS
(thinking outloud)
My father would never let me leave
this planet.
(casually, turning back
to them)
But if you're so sure about the
RNS, I can visit Pluto once I grow
up.
KURTIC
(thoughtful)
How old are you, exactly?
ADAIS
(rolling her eyes)
Fifteen.
KURTIC
(surprised, hesitant)
But-...
(looks at Beqcha)
We thought you are way older.
SERINA
(trying to stay neutral)
You are... quite unexpected.
ADAIS
(offended)
Do you think I look older?
Hah.
(sarcastic and angry,
gestures with her hands)
You guys look like- a thousand
years old. Okay?
(exhales - expresses that
she is annoyed)
Adais turns her back and walks towards the door.
BEQCHA
(in a wheezing and
wounded voice, loud)
Would I like to see?
Adais stops. The mood in the room shifts. Beqcha, speaking
for the first time, brings a mystical air to the room.
BEQCHA (CONT'D)
(asking, curious)
Yes. But does she... want to know?
ADAIS
(confused)
What?
SERINA
(serious, confident)
We can make you see, Lady Adais.
ADAIS
(thoughtful)
Pluto? Or the archives?
A brief silence fills the room.
BEQCHA
(emphasizes the words)
The past.
(takes a moment)
Would you like to see?
ADAIS
(swallows, nervous)
I don't-... I don't know.
BEQCHA begins to inhale. He starts a sound low in his chest
— an overtone, a long subsonic hum that seems to come from a
place deeper than lungs. It’s a throat-song: a rolling,
harmonic drone that sits under the chamber tone and pushes
at it.
As the hum grows, the room reacts: the Harmonic Seals along
the floor bloom faintly, glyphs brightening; the Aeon Orbs
ripple and throw slow concentric waves of luminance. The
Vox-Lock cones stiffen, membranes trembling.
BEQCHA’s voice changes like a tool sharpening. The sound
produces partials — high, glassy harmonics above the deep
hum. They comb together to form a pattern: a chord that is
not quite of this technology or this biology.
Adais begins to fall into a kind of hypnosis.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE SEQUENCE - ADAIS'S PAST LIFE MEMORY
End of Chapter Six
INT. PRISON SHIP - THE MEETING CHAMBER
A room that looks like something dreamed by architects and
prisoners. The walls are a braided lattice of metal and
living resin.
Suspended from the ceiling: a Vox-Lock Turret — black,
ribbed cones with pale membranes that flare if sound spikes.
The air carries a faint metallic tang. Every footstep
replies with a soft, tuned chime — the chamber itself is a
listening thing.
Three figures sit in a triangle: SERINA, sitting with
diplomatic grace. BEQCHA, resting his eyes. KURTIC, arms
crossed; a quiet, watchful presence.
ADAIS steps into the ring, Hawkeye stays few steps behind.
The scanner at the doorway clicks, and the Harmonic Seals
glow a brief warning pulse — then settle.
Serina examines Adais top to toe.
SERINA
(soft, formal,
emphasizing the words)
Cadet Adais Eroti.
(greeting)
We bring the courtesy of the
Archives.
ADAIS
(uneasy,hesitant)
Thank you. I- I accept your
courtesy.
(swallows, nervous)
SERINA
(feels strange)
We came here for an... important
matter.
ADAIS
(nodding positively,
nervous)
Yes... My ears are yours.
Adais looks for a seat, but there is only three seats at the
chamber.
SERINA
We've been looking for a specific
RNS, for the past millions of
years.
(takes a breath)
There's ancient archives on our
planet.
ADAIS
(to herself)
Pluto.
SERINA
But... we can't get access to the
most important one. And for that...
we need a specific RNS—
ADAIS
(interrupts)
You are archivists?
It was as if she was saying they were cursed. For a moment,
Serina seemed very disturbed hearing this.
SERINA
(hesitates)
Yes.
(MORE)
SERINA (CONT'D)
(her hands fingers
fidget, nervous,
emphasizes her words)
But we are not... crazy people.
(straightens up herself)
We know that if we can... If we can
access to lost archives, we can
learn so much more than we know.
ADAIS
So, you think I am the one with
that... RNS?
SERINA
(relaxed, smiling)
Yes. If you—
ADAIS
(interrupts, speaks
casually)
So If I give you some blood or
something... you can just, access
your archives?
KURTIC
(joins the conversation)
The R-N-S... The resonance
architecture of living beings.
(emphasizes the words)
The Resonance Nucleotide Sequence.
SERINA
(takes a breath, relaxed)
It means you should to be there.
ADAIS
(thoughtful)
Ahm... I don't know about that.
Even coming here was a hard
decision.
Adais walks around the triangle — moving her head and body
rhythmically. For a moment, she hums a melody.
A wave of gentle resonance spreads from Adais into the room.
SERINA
(shocked, whispers to
herself)
Wait...
ADAIS
(thinking outloud)
My father would never let me leave
this planet.
(casually, turning back
to them)
But if you're so sure about the
RNS, I can visit Pluto once I grow
up.
KURTIC
(thoughtful)
How old are you, exactly?
ADAIS
(rolling her eyes)
Fifteen.
KURTIC
(surprised, hesitant)
But-...
(looks at Beqcha)
We thought you are way older.
SERINA
(trying to stay neutral)
You are... quite unexpected.
ADAIS
(offended)
Do you think I look older?
Hah.
(sarcastic and angry,
gestures with her hands)
You guys look like- a thousand
years old. Okay?
(exhales - expresses that
she is annoyed)
Adais turns her back and walks towards the door.
BEQCHA
(in a wheezing and
wounded voice, loud)
Would I like to see?
Adais stops. The mood in the room shifts. Beqcha, speaking
for the first time, brings a mystical air to the room.
BEQCHA (CONT'D)
(asking, curious)
Yes. But does she... want to know?
ADAIS
(confused)
What?
SERINA
(serious, confident)
We can make you see, Lady Adais.
ADAIS
(thoughtful)
Pluto? Or the archives?
A brief silence fills the room.
BEQCHA
(emphasizes the words)
The past.
(takes a moment)
Would you like to see?
ADAIS
(swallows, nervous)
I don't-... I don't know.
BEQCHA begins to inhale. He starts a sound low in his chest
— an overtone, a long subsonic hum that seems to come from a
place deeper than lungs. It’s a throat-song: a rolling,
harmonic drone that sits under the chamber tone and pushes
at it.
As the hum grows, the room reacts: the Harmonic Seals along
the floor bloom faintly, glyphs brightening; the Aeon Orbs
ripple and throw slow concentric waves of luminance. The
Vox-Lock cones stiffen, membranes trembling.
BEQCHA’s voice changes like a tool sharpening. The sound
produces partials — high, glassy harmonics above the deep
hum. They comb together to form a pattern: a chord that is
not quite of this technology or this biology.
Adais begins to fall into a kind of hypnosis.
CUT TO:
MONTAGE SEQUENCE - ADAIS'S PAST LIFE MEMORY