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Kill Switch

SCENE 8

(Lone Gunman Office. GUNMEN are looking at GELMAN?S laptop.)

BYERS: Jobs and Wozniak at Apple, Gates and Allen writing Basic, the homebrew computer club?s first meetings. Gelman was there.

FROHIKE: Now they?re power brokers and billionaires. Back then they were just ... inspired nerds.

MULDER: All except Gelman.

BYERS: Gelman was a part of the group, but not one of them. At 28 he was ..the old man. Some say the brightest of all.

LANGLY: He wrote some of the earliest viruses.

MULDER: And found himself under investigation by the NSA.

SCULLY: Is that why he disappeared?

BYERS: Gelman? Gelman was a visionary, not a capitalist. A subversive.

FROHIKE: (looking at computer) This is a one-off. I?ve never seen anything like it. Gelman built this?

MULDER: That may be what got him killed.

(GUNMEN looked shocked.)

LANGLY: Heavy casualty.

FROHIKE: A brother goes down.

MULDER: (holding CD) I found this in his CD ROM drive.

BYERS: What is it?

SCULLY: (dryly) "Twilight Time."

(Later, Twilight Time is playing as MULDER and GUNMEN analyze it. SCULLY sits apart from them reading latest issue of Lone Gunman, headline * Infrared Technology. *)

LANGLY: We?re up against 64 bit encryption ... as password that?s a random sequence of twelve symbols. Gelman?s got this baby sealed tight.

BYERS: This CD has some kind of enhanced background data. Lots of code. Maybe a programming design.

MULDER: What for?

SCULLY: (coming over) Anyone ùh, think to check his e-mail.

(Guys all look at her then each other, shake heads.)

(One piece of mail is found.
To: gelman@com
From: invisigoth@com
DAVID MISSING. FEAR THE WORST. THE HUNTED HAS BECOME THE HUNTER. HSWT 780022 3 UNTIL SATURDAY, INVISIGOTH.)

BYERS: David missing, fear the worst, the hunted has become the hunter.

SCULLY: "Invisigoth?"

BYERS: Could be an address.

FROHIKE: Seven digits. An alpha numeric string of four.

MULDER: Standard ID. Shipping container.

(SCULLY looks impressed.)

SCENE 11

(Lone Gunman office. MULDER, SCULLY, and ESTHER enter. LONE GUNMEN stand in awe.)

BYERS: Ai -yi -yi

FROHIKE: It can?t be ... it is.

LANGLY: Esther Nairn. You programmed the autonomous bots in Ninjitsu Princess, the most gnarliest piece of entertainment software ever.

ESTHER: Are these the brain donors that nearly got us incinerated?

(LONE GUNMEN just stare at her, lustfully.)

MULDER: Don?t let their looks fool you.

SCULLY: Your name is Esther Nairn?

(ESTHER gives SCULLY a dirty look, then crosses to GELMAN?S computer.)

FROHIKE: She is so hot.

ESTHER: Are you going to take off the cuffs, or do I have to do this with my tongue?

MULDER: (Crossing to remove the cuffs.) You don?t want to take a vote.

(SCULLY smiles and subtly bites the tip of her tongue. Thinking about how she would do it? MULDER cuffs ESTHER to the desk?s cup holder.)

ESTHER: Give me the Kill Switch.

SCULLY: Aren?t you worried it?s going to track you, Esther? Hunt you down with another particle beam?

ESTHER: Not unless someone else makes another boneheaded internet connection.

(GUNMEN look guilty.)

MULDER: (referring to computer screen where ESTHER has pulled up a diagram) What is this?

ESTHER: That?s the sharp end of the stick. Donald probably tried to feed this sector in over the net, but it took too long, so the system was able to take counter-measures.

SCULLY: Why didn?t it just zap him, too?

ESTHER: Its creator? No, it needed to impress Donald. Particle beam would?ve been overkill.

SCULLY: Unlike a dozen crack dealers.

ESTHER: No, you see that?s its sense of humor. (smiling)

MULDER: Oh, all right. But if you load the Kill Switch, what?s to stop it from playing another funny joke on us?

ESTHER: Well, obviously we can?t inject Kill Switch over the Net. There?s only one way now: We have to find its home node and physically feed it the poisoned apple.

MULDER: Physically?

ESTHER: Right into its eager little CD drive. It knew it couldn?t hide over the Net forever, not until it learned to completely disguise itself. It requires a physical nexus of hardware so somewhere its built itself a little safehouse. (FROHIKE is in awe. SCULLY is totally over her.) David went looking for it.

MULDER: Did he find it?

ESTHER: There?s no way to know.

SCULLY: Why don?t you just call him. (They all look at SCULLY.) Oh, right ? death from above.

LANGLY: It would need bandwidth.

ESTHER: It?s a pig for bandwith.

BYERS: It would need a T3, at least.

SCULLY: T3?

FROHIKE: A hard line ? 45 megs a second.

BYERS: Major research labs and internet service providers use them.

LANGLY: But the government keeps those records secret for fear of sabotage.

ESTHER: Gee, you guys know anyone that works for the government?

(All look at MULDER.)

SCENE 13

(Lone Gunman Office. SCULLY wakes up from nap on the couch to see empty handcuffs at desk. She crosses to a door, and sees the GUNMEN sleeping. Turning quickly, she sees ESTHER pointing SCULLY?S gun at her.)

ESTHER: Shh. Buenos dias, muchacha. (SCULLY sighs.)

SCENE 25

(Dawn. MULDER and SCULLY look over smoking remains of trailer.)

SCULLY: Well, if Esther wanted to leave her body, she got her wish. At least that part of it.

MULDER: I wonder.

SCULLY: Mulder, she?s dead.

MULDER: What if she managed to establish an uplink, Scully? A satellite transmission?

(We see FROHIKE typing at computer.)

SCULLY: (voice) Mulder, are you telling me that Esther may have ... that she may not be dead?

MULDER: (voice) Artificial life. It could exist. It could be here among us, evolving.

SCULLY: (voice) Electrons chasing each other through a circuit --- that isn?t life, Mulder.

(LANGLY and BYERS join FROHIKE.)

MULDER: (voice) Yeah, but what are we but impulses? Electrical and chemical through a bag of meat and bones. You?re the scientist. You tell me.

(FROHIKE?S monitor reads *BITE ME.* LONEGUNMEN look at each other, confused.)

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