EXT. ABOVE THE MOON. THE FUTURE. DUSK ON EARTH. There are robots floating in space, some small, some large. They from time to time bump into each other. Other times fall on the light Moon, we cannot see what is happening on the part covered in shadow. A giant robot floats up and fills the entire frame. INT. THE ROBOT. Inside the cockpit, there is a senile man, very senile, like he is 95 years old, almost completely old. He is wearing a neon looking track-suit and a running bandana with a penguin and a gnu drawing in the middle of it. The senior is about to open his mouth, he hesitates, looks to the the side, and once again forward. OLD MAN Fuck. INT. MASSACHUSETTS COMPUTER ROOM. There are mainframes and some fresh looking early 80s computers. There is the same man we saw before, but far younger and standing in front of a brand new printer, which is buzzing, but nothing is happening. THE MAN The printer jammed, again. Another man with blond hair comes in. BLONDIE Yeah, I guess we'll have to send it to be repaired. THE MAN Send to repair? I've fixed the last one by myself. I can do it again. BLONDIE It is a new equipment. It's warranty is still valid, so it is better to send it to the professionals. THE MAN And wait a month without a printer?! The man hits the printer multiple times. It does not budge. The blondie grabs the man's hand. BLONDIE Man, cut it off! THE MAN Let me go! A small crowd of males gather. BLONDIE Promise me you won't break it. THE MAN I won't. The blond person releases the man. BLONDIE Okay, I'm letting you go... Now, go away from the printer. THE MAN Okay, just let me check something. BLONDIE Away from the printer! The man does not listen to the blondie and grips the left panel. The crowd has become slightly larger. The blond person tugs the man so hard, the panel comes off. THE MAN You're stalling me! BLONDIE I must stall, man. Inside the printer, there is a smoldering apple with a byte taken out of it. INT. GARAGE - NIGHT The same man is sitting on a computer, typing something intensely. There is a vacuum tube television, playing some news report. With the man there's an African-American, looking at the TV. AFRICAN-AMERICAN Seems like the government is subsidizing the giant robot industry. THE MAN Mhm. AFRICAN-AMERICAN Stallman, for once pay attention to the world around you. STALLMAN I am, Brian, I am. BRIAN When was the last time you slept? STALLMAN Yesterday BRIAN That was 24 hours ago. STALLMAN I have coffee with me. Brian picks up a caffeine pill from the table and looks at it and then again to Stallman. BRIAN You will die alone, before a girl gets to you. STALLMAN We will die if these autonomous killer robots are made into production. On queue, the TV shows stock of a company called "MechaSoft" going up. STALLMAN I'm almost done, but our Giant Robot Liberation Project still needs to reverse engineer the tiny-nuclear reactor. And I think I found just the person. EXT. HELSINKI - NIGHT A snowstorm is sweeping the city. There is a single man walking under the street lights. Something is glowing under his winter jacket. He opens the door, letting some snow inside. WOMAN Linus, I told you to not wander around at night — God knows where. (To be continued)