Godspeed Screenplay (Episode 1, Scene 2) Frank Ocean

Steely is walking barefoot through a hardwood hallway into a kitchen space that is futuristic and primitive at the same time. The kitchen consists of a small pool of self-replenishing fresh water, light cleansers instead of soaps, a BBQ pit, a stone oven, cabinets that are refrigerated and store food, dishes and cutlery. The floor is perforated with vents that heat and vacuum the floor for debris. Potted plants are in the windows as well as above the pool of water. Steely takes two bowls out of a cabinet, a knife, two spoons, a jar of milk, honeycomb, and bananas off a hook. He begins to prepare one bowl of oatmeal and one bowl of cereal. He slices a banana on a wood cutting board, places the banana slices on top of both bowls, swirls some honey on the oatmeal then walks back through the hallway.

The hardwood hallway extends into a room where Shoobie is seated in front of a white desk with a translucent top that is eventually lit from beneath. She's sketching schematics with graphite while 3-D printing small pieces of the design from the sketch paper directly. Steely places the cereal on her table and sits on a full-sized bed cornered against the far left wall. Steely eats and looks around the room. Photos and schematics are placed on the wall, bed sheets spill onto the floor and Shoobie's wearing PE shorts, varsity hoodie, ankle socks and a messy ponytail. It's a perfectly lived-in moment that feels right in the ways you'd hope for when two people comfortably cohabitate. Just then he noticed a message in his field of vision.

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     Matthew: 'wya? wyd?'
     Steely: 'I'm here man. breakfast.'
     Matthew: 'ole oatmeal eatin' ass boy.'
     Danny: 'all star suck me ups last night.'
     Steely: 'who?'
     Danny: 'imma bring her and her friend out to the water.'
     Steely: 'oh, OK.'
     Mathew: 'about to shower---'
     Steely: 'Yea, I gotta do the same rn.'

Steely puts the phone down and finishes his bowl of oatmeal. Shoobie's cereal sits untouched where he placed it, getting soggy.

Steely returns to the kitchen, puts the bowl in a light wash rack. He pulls on a shallow drawer and grabs a refrigerated metal slate from a stack of four. The slate responds to his touch, turning transparent while a swarm of light particles activate a 3-D projection an inch off its surface, making a mold of his hand. Steely places his hand into the particle mold then gets up and walks into the bathroom down the hall, to the right, then left of two bathrooms. Steely sits on the toilet and begins to masturbate to a video now playing on the slate. The ground changes hue.

There's a signal that class is about to begin.

     Shoobie: 'I'm going to class.'
     Steely: 'Should go together.'
     Shoobie: 'Yea—what about yours?'
     Steely: 'I wasn't going to go in there till later.'
     Shoobie: 'Irrational fears again?
     Steely: 'Naw…'
     Shoobie: 'They won't let you come into class late…' (Steely cuts her off)
     Steely: 'I know.'
     Shoobie: 'Truant.' (Stares him down)