Doctor Frankenstein's Venture-Capital Pitch
Very lightly edited from ChatGPT4. Cosma Shalizi should in no way be held responsible for anything...
Very lightly edited from ChatGPT4. Cosma Shalizi should in no way be held responsible for anything...
[1] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
Opulent furnishings and lavish decorations adorn the spacious drawing room. A large fireplace crackles merrily as a group of DISTINGUISHED GENTLEMEN and LADIES, dressed in early 19th-century finery, gather around a central figure.
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, a charismatic and visionary scientist, stands with an air of excitement, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of unveiling his revolutionary technology. A series of intricate drawings and small models are displayed on a grand table beside him.
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for gathering on this auspicious day. What I am about to present could very well alter the natural order of life and death as we know it!
The audience murmurs with a mix of skepticism and intrigue.
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Ladies and gentlemen, imagine the power to bring back the vigor of life to that which has ceased to be. The reanimation of dead tissue through electrical currents!
[2] EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT
Cut to the MONSTER, large and grotesque, its creation a result of similar technologies Alton describes. It wanders confusedly through a dark, rustic village.
A full moon hangs low, casting a haunting glow over the thatched roofs of a rustic village. The streets are empty, save for a GATHERING CROWD of torchbearing villagers, their faces etched with fear and anger.
MONSTER (confused and scared) No hurt… no hurt please…
The MONSTER lumbers off…
[3] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
Back in the drawing room, a LADY reacts with a mix of fascination and horror.
LADY EDITH But Mr. Frankenstein, isn’t this against the natural order? Are we not meddling in realms best left to the divine?
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Ah, dear Lady Edith, what we discuss today transcends the mundane barriers of our understanding. Imagine, if you will, the power to bring back the vigor of life to that which has ceased to be. The reanimation of dead tissue!
He gestures dramatically to a detailed anatomical sketch of a human body.
SIR REGINALD (frowning) Reanimation, you say? That sounds dreadfully like the stuff of necromancers and dark arts.
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Not so, Sir Reginald! Think rather of it as… harnessing the elemental forces of nature itself. Through the application of electrical currents– a technology pioneered by the esteemed Mr. Galvani–we can stimulate lifeless limbs to move once more.
He picks up a small device, wires dangling from it, showing it to the crowd.
[4] EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
VILLAGER 1 (to the crowd) We must end this now! For our families, for our village!
The villagers rally with cheers, their torches blazing as they march towards the outskirts.
The MONSTER, lumbers through the dark, dense forest. It hears the sounds of the approaching mob and pauses, confusion and fear flickering in its eyes.
MONSTER (pleadingly, to itself) Why? Why they follow?
The Monster accidentally crushes a dry branch underfoot as it stumbles, its massive form outlined by moonlight.
The villagers, torches in hand, converge on the sound, fear and determination in their eyes. The LEADER, a burly man with a scar across his face, points towards the noise.
[5] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
MISS CLARA (peering curiously) And what, Mr. Frankenstein, would be the practical applications of such a… disturbing technology?
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Consider, Miss Clara, the possibilities for medicine and science! Lost limbs reborn, the deceased given a second chance at life–why, the implications are vast for labor and industry as well!
MR. HAWTHORNE (intrigued, leaning forward) And what do you seek from us, Mr. Frankenstein?
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Investment, good sir! With your backing, we can build laboratories equipped to develop and perfect this technology. Imagine the profitability of factories staffed by the tireless and ever-dutiful reanimated!
The room buzzes with a mixture of horror and fascination. Some guests look excited by the prospects, while others are clearly disturbed.
[6] EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
VILLAGER 1 There! It hides in the shadows!
The mob surges into the forest, their torches piercing the darkness.
[7] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, oblivious to the unfolding horror, continues his pitch with increasing enthusiasm.
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN With your backing, we can develop this technology further. Think of the profitability–factories staffed by the indefatigable!
LADY EDITH (breathlessly) And the moral implications, Mr. Frankenstein? Are we to play God?
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN (smiling reassuringly) We merely extend what nature has already mastered, Lady Edith. We do not replace divine providence but serve as its humble assistants.
[8] EXT. VILLAGE EDGE - NIGHT
The Monster backs into a clearing, trapped. The villagers encircle it, their torches held high. The Monster looks around, its expression one of bewilderment and fear, not malice.
MONSTER (confused and scared) No hurt… no hurt please…
It reaches out a massive hand in a futile gesture of peace. Panicked, a VILLAGER throws a torch at it. The Monster recoils as its ragged clothes catch fire. It roars in pain and confusion, flailing wildly.
VILLAGER 2 (shouting) Monster! Demon!
The fire spreads from the Monster to the dry underbrush. Chaos erupts as the fire engulfs the clearing. The villagers retreat, but the Monster, now fully aflame, starts to rampage, inadvertently crushing fleeing villagers underfoot in its blind terror.
[9] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
Investors murmur among themselves, some writing checks, captivated by Frankenstein’s vision.
MR. HAWTHORNE And the ethical concerns, Mr. Frankenstein?
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN (smiling) We do not play God, but extend what nature has mastered. We are but humble assistants in this grand design!
SIR REGINALD (chuckling) Well, I say! If there’s profit to be made, who are we to argue with progress?
Laughter and chatter break out among the group, some still skeptical, others ready to write their cheques.
[10] EXT. VILLAGE EDGE - NIGHT
Chaos erupts as the Monster, now on fire, begins to inadvertently wreak havoc, its huge form a blazing terror in the night.
Homes catch fire as villagers flee in terror, the Monster’s roars echoing through the flames.
MONSTER (angrily, in pain) Why?! What want?!
The fire spreads to the village. Homes catch as the villagers run screaming through the streets. The Monster emerges from the forest, its figure a towering inferno. It stops at the center of the village, roaring in agony and rage.
[11] INT. REGENCY-ERA DRAWING ROOM - NIGHT
VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Together, we shall usher in a new era of science and profit, transcending the boundaries of life and death!
The pitch concludes with applause. The investors are convinced of the venture’s potential. The camera pulls back as some in the crowd exit while many surround Viktor, eager to discuss further, their voices a greedy hubbub of financial calculations and enthusiasm as they pull out their chequebooks, a tableau of Regency splendor mixed with futuristic ambition.
[12] EXT. VILLAGE - NIGHT
The surviving villagers flee in terror, their village now a massive bonfire. The Monster, still burning but undeterred, looks around at the destruction it has caused, its rage growing. It does not understand its own strength or the fear it has instigated.
MONSTER (more destructive than ever) No more hurt… NO MORE!
The Monster, more destructive than ever, looks around at the burning village, the embodiment of Frankenstein’s unchecked ambition. It rampages off into the night, leaving the village in flames and ruin, searching for a place to pay back the pain and rejection it faces at every turn.
The screen splits between the Regency-era investors smiling and handing their cheques to Viktor Frankenstein, and the Monster’s lonely silhouette against the fiery destruction, a stark reminder of the consequences of hubris
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