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TARA

Thanks again for letting me move in.

JEREMY

You're paying half the bills. Works for

me. How's the job going?

TARA

I love it. We're using controlled

explosions to generate ozone over

Antarctica and I get to monitor it. How

are things at the library?

JEREMY

Smooth. I enjoy the exactness of the

Dewey Decimal System. I actually spend

most of my time studying spacecraft

environmental systems.

TARA

Sounds like a perfect fit.

Tara finishes putting away the groceries, then moves into her bedroom and closes the door.

CUT TO:

Jeremy is sitting at a computer in the living room.

The clock reads 4:57 a.m.

A FIERCE THUNDERSTORM can be heard approaching.

A list of fifteen space agencies appears on the screen.

He clicks on NASA.

A lengthy registration form appears.

He fills out three quarters of the form before growing visibly frustrated.

He returns to the list. Then clicks on Microcore.

He selects "Propulsive Research and Design" from a list on the Microcore website.

He opens the file containing the engineering schematics from his previous scan of the crystal.

He Copies one of the equations into a search field on the Microcore website.

The search results indicate an error. He tries again with the same result before closing the website.

INSIDE JEREMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK

Tara is cleaning up after dinner.

Several RAPID KNOCKS on the front door.

Jeremy opens it.

A formally dressed WOMAN stands in the hallway.

TWO MEN are on either side of her.

She holds up a government ID. It boldly displays the words "NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY."

WOMAN

Jeremy Ash?

JEREMY

Yes.

Tara is standing stiffly in the kitchen archway, holding a half finished plate of lasagna.

WOMAN

The federal government of the United

States of America hereby requests your

presence at a briefing to be held in

Conference Room G, South Wing, at the

U.S. Pentagon, Washington, D.C., on

Sunday, 28 August, 2022. Round trip

airfare will be provided. Hotel

accommodations will not be necessary

since you will be returning that evening.

She hands Jeremy two airline tickets and a business card with a raised NSA seal, then walks away.

The two men follow.

Jeremy moves out to the balcony.

EXT. BALCONY - JEREMY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

HIGH ANGLE on limousine parked below.

The three NSA agents climb into the car.

When the car pulls out of the space, a large handicapped symbol is revealed on the pavement.

The car moves slowly onto the street and through a red light.

Tara comes out on the balcony.

Jeremy looks at the card in his hand.

JEREMY

The federal government of the United

States of America hereby requests,

etcetera, etcetera, on Sunday, 28 August,

2022.

(looking at one of the tickets)

My flight leaves at six in the morning.

They know about the crystal.

TARA

Who is Crystal?

Jeremy goes back into the house.

Tara follows.

TARA (CONT’D)

Who is Crystal?

INT. U.S. PENTAGON - DAY

A U.S. MARINE escorts Jeremy to a door marked Conference Room G.

He knocks, then cracks it open.

Jeremy enters cautiously.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM G - U.S PENTAGON - DAY

Photos of space and spacecraft hang on the walls.

A long oak table, littered with laptops and file folders, centers the room.

Nine people are seated around it. The NSA woman is among them.

A Four-Star General is seated at the far end. A ridiculous number of ribbons and medals adorn his uniform. He is GENERAL HAYES.

HAYES

Jeremy Jonathan Ash?

JEREMY

Yes.

HAYES

I'm General Hayes. Please, have a seat.

Jeremy takes the unoccupied chair at the near end of the table.

The lights dim.

An image of the moon appears on the back wall.

The NSA woman approaches the image.

The others at the table carefully assess Jeremy.

WOMAN

Let's get right down to business. The

large crater in the foreground is

Aristarchus.

The crater magnifies in short bursts until a small section of it is boxed off and digitally enhanced to fill the screen.

Machinery is clearly visible.

WOMAN (CONT’D)

What do you see, Mr. Ash?

JEREMY

Looks like a NASA mining operation.

WOMAN

Not NASA. Microcore. They refer to it as

SITE M-X. Although they tell us that it's

a mining operation, we believe the site

is much more than that. It appears

they're building a permanent base of

operations.

JEREMY

My name is Jeremy Ash but I think you've

got me mixed up with someone else.

Hayes flips open a file.

The woman returns to her seat.

HAYES

Are you the Jeremy Ash who logged nearly

eight hours in an Apollo simulator

located at the Kennedy Space Center?

JEREMY

Yeah. So what?

HAYES

The Jeremy Ash who was present when one

Alec Strickland disappeared without a

trace, then returned more than three

years later in possession of a device

capable of interstellar travel?

JEREMY

Alec is my brother's best friend. I don't

keep track of where he goes or what he

does.

HAYES

Speaking of your brother, I have an

article here that he published just last

week. It places you at the scene when Mr.

Strickland utilized the device to launch

himself toward the star 58 Eridani.

That's where the signal of 2018

originated.

JEREMY

It was a joke.

HAYES

Satellites tracked an object heading for

Eridani, at or near light speed, on the

exact date specified in your brother's

article.

JEREMY

What does any of this have to do with me?

HAYES

(reading from another file)

The Jeremy Ash who submitted a query to

Microcore's Propulsive Research and

Design Division, which contained an

equation that alludes to neutrino

convergence vectored along a stable

plane?

JEREMY

I had a theory. Big deal. Why would you

be spying on me and my computer anyway?

What's this all about?

HAYES

We're all very concerned, Mr. Ash. The

ability to capture a neutrino is beyond

any known science, let alone the ability

to redirect its path. We believe that you

are in possession of technical data that

could threaten the national security of

this country.

JEREMY

That's ridiculous.

HAYES

What do you know of the so-called Super

Spider?

JEREMY

Nothing. Am I under arrest or something?

Because if not, I'd like to go home now.

Hayes looks at the woman, who in turn, looks around at the others in the room.

Nods of approval all around.

WOMAN

No, you're not under arrest, Mr. Ash.

Quite the contrary, actually. How would

you like to join the Apollo Eighteen crew

for a lunar fly-by?

JEREMY