Written by Antoinette Johnson

[SCENE 1: “The Breakdown”]
Opening shot: Sirens wailing in the distance. Smoke in the air. A crowd running—but I stand still, calm, glowing. The system is cracking. I am the disruption.

[INT. ABANDONED STUDIO – DAYBREAK]
A digital wall of surveillance screens flickers. Headlines flash: “Economic Crash.” “Celebrity Sacrifices.” “Spiritual Collapse.” A voice speaks—but it’s mine, steady, piercing through the noise.

ME (V.O.)
They built this system to control minds, not free them. They feed off of chaos, then market peace like a product. But I’m not here for sale. I’m here to shut. it. down.

The screens burst into flames behind me as I turn to the camera, black trench coat, melanin glowing like gold in the morning sun.

ME
I knew it from the inside. The contracts. The blood deals. The algorithmic demons hiding in apps, in music, in food. You think fame just happens? They choose who gets rich. Who gets platformed. And who gets played. And if you don’t obey?

I hold up a folder stamped “SECRETS.” Slam it on the table.

ME
They erase you.

—

[FLASH CUTS: Rapid scenes]

A black boy meditating under a tree; his body floats as light beams from his forehead.

A girl crying alone in a bathroom, carving “HELP” in lipstick on the mirror.

A police drone scanning a crowd, tagging people “THREAT” based on their skin.

A baby born in a hospital—surrounded by symbols, nurses whispering about the child’s “energy signature.”

—

ME (V.O.)
But there’s something they fear more than exposure…
Melanin. Truth. Power rooted in nature.

[SCENE: I’m barefoot in a forest]
I kneel, palm on the earth. Trees start trembling. Wind speaks. My veins glow like lava.

ME
We got powers they buried in textbooks and poisoned out of our food. But it’s still in us. Still mine. Every time I breathe with the earth… I remember who I am.

—

[INT. NEWSROOM – CORRUPT CEO OFFICE]
A white exec whispers to a handler:
CEO
She’s waking them up. Cut her stream. Now.

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[SCENE 2 PREVIEW]
I stare straight into the camera as it glitches.
ME
The suffering ain’t over. People gon’ fall. Gon’ feel so alone, they’ll do the unthinkable. But that pain? It’s a test. A trigger.
Because after the breaking… comes the rising.

Screen goes black. Sound of a heartbeat. One final message flashes:

> “This system ends when I say so.”
To be continued…