From: starkid@uumeme.chi.il.us (Lance K. Sanders)
Subject: AMC: Godzilla Unbound: Memoirs of the Tim-Man
Organization: EnviraForm
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 92 20:08:12 GMT


   No episode Christmas Day, so in light of Timmy's successful Thurs. plea 
to Santa for the return of Nat's sight, may I direct your attention to a 
Blast From The Past... 



(c)

                   Originally From --- Update Special



      ***  Godzilla Unbound Update --- Friday, February 14, 1992  ***
           -----------------------------------------------------


                         Memories Of The Tim-Man
                         -----------------------


   FADE IN:

   EXT. GRASSY MEADOW --- EARLY AFTERNOON

   An old man is sitting in a black, canvas "wing" chair, shaded from the
   sun by a large tree. A grey and black shaggy dog pants contentedly by
   his side. In front of him are a group of 20 children, ages ranging
   from 6-12. They are all encircled by full, mature evergreen trees and
   wildflowers. The man reaches down and pats the dog with great affection,
   as a girl of about 7 raises her hand insistently.


                                OLD MAN
                           (chuckling softly)
             No need to stand on formality here, child...

                                GIRL
             How old are you?

                                OLD MAN
             Hmmm...I see a "brainslap" on the horizon...
                            (smiles broadly)
             ...I'll be 152 the first of next month -

   The children emit a collective gasp, and some turn to each other
   in amazement.

                                OLD MAN (cont.)
              - and "Old Faithful", here -
                             (rubs dog behind ear)
              will be a humongous four-years-old. He represents
              the 15th generation of his "pop", 'ya know...

   One of the older boys, about 13, black, stands up.

                                BOY
              What's your favorite thing to think about?

                                OLD MAN
              Ha! At this point in my life, ALL my memories
              are "favorites", young man! Some of the silly ones
              light up my heart the most, though...back
              in Pine Valley...

   A light breeze ruffles what remains of his hair. He reclines in
   his chair and looks about him, taking full stock of his surroundings.

                                OLD MAN (cont.)
              ...I remember the time my favorite restaurant,
              McKay's, introduced a "catfish pizza", and named
              it after my "Uncle Porkchop"...lots of confused
              people after _that_ move...

   A chuckle spreads through the assemblage.

                                OLD MAN (cont.)
              ...Erica Kane's stunning beauty and moxie...all
              my mother's friends: Derek, Jeremy, Ceara, Mimi
              Donna, Chuck...but I guess my most profound memory
              is of the ball held before Natalie was to be married
              to Dimitri... I'll never forget the look on his face
              when Helga wheeled Angelique onto the dance floor...
              her still, frozen beauty...the intelligence behind 
              her eyes trapped somewhere down a deep "well"...

   The scene turns to black-and-white, and absolute blackness enters from
   left to right. The CAMERA pulls back, revealing a red book from which
   the HOLOGRAM emanated. It rests on a grey and white marble pedestal.

   CLOSE-UP --- MARBLE-ENGRAVED INSCRIPTION BELOW BOOK:

   TIMOTHY HUNTER --- BORN 1980 - DIED 2142
   CREATOR OF THE "BOOSTER" PSIONIC ENABLER

   The CAMERA PULLS BACK again, revealing the low-lit room to be Angelique's
   old 3rd floor bedroom at Wildwind, now one of many shrines to Timmy
   Hunter's life and accomplishments. Artifacts and framed pictures line
   the walls. A man and woman dressed in black, quilted bodysuits stand over
   the pedestal, transfixed.

                                WOMAN
              My dear God, it's still so incredible: a boy is
              moved to find a cure for catatonia...

                                MAN
              ...and as a scientist winds up transforming 
              humanity into a race of demigods as a _"by-product"_ 
              of his research?!!
                           (shakes head in
                              disbelief)
              What's that "The Porkchop" used to quote so often?


   CLOSE-UP --- PHOTOGRAPH

   Trevor and Natalie are in full wedding regalia. She's just jumped on
   his back, laughing, making a "V" sign with her fingers behind his head.
   He's holding a pizza box with one hand, and stuffing a slice into his
   mouth with the other. As the CAMERA goes to EXTREME CLOSE-UP of the
   caption beneath, the couple turn to each other and recite it from memory:

                                COUPLE (O.C.)
              "Sometimes, feel so good, gotta jump back... "

   FULL SHOT --- COUPLE

   They hop back one step together, and kiss their right hands.

                                COUPLE (cont.)
               "...(unh!) kiss myself!"
      
                                WOMAN
                           (laughing)
               Hey, you!

   She gives him a sudden, quick peck on the lips, and runs to the opposite
   corner of the room.
                           
                                WOMAN (cont.)
               ...see anything you like?

   The man smiles. She touches a ceramic-like device on a harness in the
   middle of her chest, and he quickly follows suit. Their eyes close,
   suggesting mild mental effort. The room fills with a brilliant,
   white light, and they vanish. The CAMERA SLOWLY TRUCKS IN toward the
   room's open, double-doored window, which is framed in sheer, gently
   blowing curtains. The CAMERA EXITS, and pans up to a crystal-clear
   night sky, filled with stars.

   
                                                      FADE OUT



---------
Lance Sanders
starkid@ddsw1.MCS.COM        "Every great advance in science has issued
    @uumeme.chi.il.us         from a new audacity of imagination."
GE Mail: L.Sanders6                                ---Dewey (1859-1952)
Vox: (312) 667-5958