The Retreat

People in many worlds fight the same thing: betrayal, oppression, brute violence, ignorance. They rise to the occasion in different ways – or fail to rise. The sapient dogs of kudzu-covered Atlanta escaped slavery, came together in the Great Pack, and now seek to strike against their once Masters. Two immortal men from a dead Brotherhood choose different paths to the same end: dragging mankind up out of the muck and into the stars on their world. In deep space, the seeds of violent conspiracy are laid when a transport ship is detonated beneath its crew, leading to an investigation which could turn up that which cannot be put down again. In another time, a 20-foot long Utahraptor from the Cretaceous is elected president with unexpected results, including his campaign promise: “I Probably Won’t Eat You.” What’s going on here? How are these things related? Is this science fiction or fantasy? Questions. There are always questions. (This is the  90 page pilot of a t...

REACH-3 EXT. ABOVE WISDOM FOUNDRY - DAY If the Foundry had looked more like a mideval guildhall before, not it resembles nothing so much as a clockwork piece of Brutalism. The grounds stretch more than the size of the small village it started within, easily a mile or more on a side. It slopes as it rises from well-tended stone streets, a series of buildings built of white marble-like stones, cogs and belts and other less namable things protruding out at need. The center building is the largest, five city blocks and spreading. The white walls punch upwards for tens of floors, a truncated pyramid. The center still retains an opening, a shaft dropped through the bulding within. It reeks of volcano with its lowered floor of lava or the top of a Rook's piece. INT. WISDOM FOUNDRY BUILDING 5, FLOOR 1, HALLWAY It bustles. Men and women going about work or schooling, dressed in recognizably quality and functional casual clothing are everywhere. From appearances, the tech le...