The Incredulous Shrinking Man

INT. UNIVERSITY SCIENCE LAB – DAY
CLOSE UP on a picture of a family, firmly clasped in a man’s hands. We see a husband, wife, daughter, and someone’s tears dripping onto the frame.

PULL BACK. Sunlight bursts through a large window, highlighting glass beakers on a bench.
We see a teary man, a scientist, giving his last goodbye to a family he will never see again as he shoots a rainbow liquid from a test tube, and the picture slipping from his hands.

NARRATOR
DOCTOR ROBERT BLAKE, A QUANTUM
PHYSICIST, DEVELOPED A SHRINKING
FORMULA…

Robert is now collapsed on the floor, smiling sadly goodbye to life, the picture frame glass cracked, and his clothes four sizes too big.

NARRATOR (CONT’D)
…WHICH HE’S NOW TESTING IN HIS LAB.

A naked Robert as small as a G.I. Joe emerges
from the collar of his shirt, looking up in awe, an ant
crawls by him. Then he shrinks some more, finding atoms,
then quantum strings, then a wash of psychedelic colours.

NARRATOR
AS YOU CAN SEE, HE SHRINKS TO THE SIZE OF
AN ANT…
THEN AN ATOM…
A QUANTUM MOLECULE AND EVEN
SMALLER STILL.
UNTIL HE’S SO SMALL THAT HE POPS
OUT OF EXISTENCE AND INTO A
PLACE OUTSIDE OF REACH.

INT. THE VOID.
ESTABLISHING. Robert drifts in an ocean of black
nothingness.

NARRATOR
HERE, IN AN ENDLESS OCEAN WITHOUT
THOUGHT, WITHOUT TIME, WITHOUT
DREAM, WITHOUT ANY KNOWN LAW OF
PHYSICS, ROBERT FLOATS FOR, WHAT
MAY BE, ETERNITY.

CLOSE UP. His eyes are blank.

NARRATOR
AND WITHOUT LAW, WITHOUT DREAM,
WITHOUT TIME, WITHOUT THE INPUT
FROM THE WORLD AROUND HIM, ROBERT
BECOMES DEVOID OF SELF — AT ONE
WITH NOTHINGNESS.

CLOSE UP. A glimmer of hope in one eye.

NARRATOR
BUT LIFE IS A TRICKY LITTLE THING,
FOR ROBERT’S SPIRIT STILL RESIDES
IN HIS BODY, AND WITH SPIRIT AND BODY
INTACT, CONSCIOUSNESS PREVAILS.

MED CLOSE UP. His left eyebrow frowns.

NARRATOR
SO, ALTHOUGH HE’S NO LONGER
THINKING, HE’S STILL VERY MUCH
AWARE…
AND HE’S AWARE HE’S MISSING
SOMETHING.

In front of him manifests a basic hourglass shape of
a woman, as if formed by a wind.

NARRATOR
THIS AWARENESS IS SO ENCOMPASSING,
SO POTENT THAT IT BUBBLES UP
SOMETHING THE VOID HAS NEVER
CONTAINED — THOUGHT.
THE FIRST THOUGHT…
OF SOMETHING THAT IS WHICH
ROBERT IS NOT — WHOLE.

INT. THE VOID.
OVER THE SHOULDER. Robert stares at this hourglass
shape. Similar to the shot in 2001 when the dimensional
aliens appear in the stargate.

NARRATOR
FOR WHAT MAY BE ETERNITY,
ROBERT THINKS OF A SHAPE, WHICH KEEPS HIS
SPIRIT SANE AND WHAT’S LEFT OF HIM ABLE.

JUST OVER HIS HEAD. Same as above but without the
hourglass woman shape, in its place the same pop as
before, which echoes outward. Robert’s hair slightly a
buzz.

NARRATOR
UNTIL, ALL OF A SUDDEN, IT’S GONE.
AWARENESS OF THE SHAPE AND ALL.
TAKEN FROM HIM LIKE WATER FROM A
WELL.

Robert looks toward a cosmic egg, which glows gently.

NARRATOR
BUT ROBERT’S AWARENESS IS… GRAND.
AND THIS TIME HE THINKS OF… AN EGG.
WHICH IS GRAND THOUGHT FOR A PLACE
HISTORICALLY KNOWN TO NOT HAVE ANY
THOUGHT WHAT SO EVER.

Another pop echoing outwards again.

NARRATOR
BUT AS SOON AS THE EGG APPEARS
BEFORE ROBERT IN THIS VOID,
IT IS PLUCKED AWAY TOO.

Robert tries again, thinking of: FIRE, ICE, VHS TAPE,
DAUGHTER, CAT, DOG, SOMBRERO, STOPWATCH, BOOK, SYMBOLS,
PLANET, MOONS, SMILING. All of which are popped in and out
of existence, as if some grand force is playing with him.
Robert is alone again. Surrounded by nothingness.

NARRATOR
ONCE AGAIN, ALL IS EMPTY HERE
EXCEPT
FOR ROBERT.

CLOSE UP. Robert’s eyes are vacant; nobody is home.

NARRATOR
EVERYTHING HE’S EVER EXPERIENCED,
EVERY EMOTION, EVERY SENSE, EVERY
IDEA, GONE. EVEN HIS ABILITY TO
THINK HAS NOW BEEN TAKEN AWAY
BY SOME GRAND JUDGE PRESIDING
OVER THIS VOID. SO ROBERT DOES WHAT
ANY EMPTY THING DOES.

MEDIUM LONG. Robert begins to grow; think the
mega-growth spurt by Tetsuo in AKIRA.

NARRATOR
IN HIS LONELINESS, ROBERT, NOW A
VESSEL DEVOID OF SUBSTANCE, HOLLOW
IN SPIRIT AND BLANK IN
CONSCIOUSNESS, DOES WHAT ANYTHING
WOULD DO IN HIS SITUATION — HE
GROWS.

EXT LONG. The growth is exponential, we can barely
tell its Robert.

NARRATOR
AS IF THESE PARTICULAR
CIRCUMSTANCES KICK STARTED A VAJRA
CODE IN HIS SOUL, ROBERT GROWS.

AS FAR AS POSSIBLE. Robert has filled out the void
with his mass.

NARRATOR
OUT AND OUT, FARTHER AND FURTHER,
UNTIL HE COILS IN ON HIMSELF SO
MUCH THAT THE EMPTY VOID IS NOW
FULL.
AND SO FULL IS THIS PLACE THAT CAN NO
LONGER BE A VOID THAT WHATEVER
PLUCKED AWAY EVERYTHING THAT MADE
ROBERT LONELY IS UNABLE TO PLUCK AWAY
ANYMORE.

INT. THE MASS OF ROBERT.
Robert’s grotesque mass pushes on a grid-like
energy fabric of reality, which is greenish-yellow in
colour. The Higgs Field.

NARRATOR
AND SO VAST IS ROBERT THAT HIS
BODY PUSHES ON THE VERY FABRIC OF
THE UNIVERSE ABOVE.

We see Robert’s mass breaching the universe above,
stars and galaxies bending like a dream.

NARRATOR
HOWEVER, WHAT’S ABOVE IS NOT OUR
UNIVERSE, PER SE, BUT THE PLACE
WHERE ALL THE THINGS THAT WERE
PLUCKED FROM ROBERT ARE KEPT.
THE DREAM TIME

Now upright, we see the peak of a mountain,
and a man climbing into shot. Above, we the see the
indentation of Robert’s horrific mass on a starry night
sky.

NARRATOR
HIS BODY PUSHES MORE AND MORE,
UNTIL HE MAKES AN INDENTATION ON
THE DREAM TIME,
WHICH, IF STANDING IN THE RIGHT
PLACE, CAN BE NOTICED BY MEN WHO
ARE VISITING THE DREAM TIME BY WAY OF
DREAMS.

In one dream, a mountain climber, the back of
H.P. Lovecraft, is standing on the summit, pointing
in horror at the indentation of a Many-Angled One
in the sky above, the mass has two eyes that
focus on young Lovecraft. Driving him mad.

NARRATOR
OR IN ONE PARTICULAR CASE…

INT. STUDY – DAY – 1935 A.D.
CLOSE UP. We see a notebook, the pages
filled with sketches of demonic nightmares. A pen
has just finished writing something – “Cthulhu”.

NARRATOR (CONT’D)
…A MAN WHO DREAMED OF DREAM.

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