EXT. CITY - NIGHT
The night is bright over the sprawling city grid. Skyscrapers, streetlights, and glorious, intricate traffic dominate the earth. Satellites and planes cruise overhead.
Screams pierce the air. Lights flicker on and off in the skyscrapers. The planes and satellites go off-course into playful, semi-random ellipticals.
A news anchor rambles over the chaos.
(V.O.) Reporter
Folks I am seeing but I am not believing. Chaos tonight in the city as-
Thudding and static harry the mic.
(V.O.) Reporter
we are told…Electronics…Deaths in the…six hundred thousand according to…and things are no better here in the studio!
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INT. STUDIO - NIGHT
We finally see the anchor (male, 30s, gaunt). Wires are crawling toward him from off-screen. He is trying in vain to beat them back.
Reporter
Authorities advise that everyone turns off and unplugs all the devices in their home, and-
Wires unfurl from behind his back. The microphone on his shirt collar begins to creep up his face.
Reporter
The mic! I forgot the mic!
The wires tangle themselves around the reporter, choking him.