Tuesday, February 7, 2017

It's been a while!

So... here you go:

The backstory.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

It's 2016 - Let's finish NEW TRINITY DAWN and sell it to the highest bidder!

OK - it's 2016 and time's up! Time to wrap this puppy up! And sell it to the highest bidder!

Sunday, January 4, 2015

New Trinity Dawn ~ The First Seven (or so) Minutes ~ Enjoy!

[all content Copyright © 1993-2015 Jim Ward-Nichols]


The formerly bustling metropolis is now a barren landscape of twisted metal and concrete rubble.  "Street level" is now at subway level, broken stairways and railings climb skyward to a street long since destroyed.  What remains of the skyline is a jagged mishmash of grotesque metal sculptures intermittently framed by random buildings seemingly untouched by the holocaust that razed most of the island.  Ironically, among the edifices spared is "FAO Schwartz", which now stands two-stories taller, showing its subterranean guts owing to the lack of a 5th Avenue.  The camera pans to reveal US Special Tactical Agent GINA GANTLY, squad leader of an elite Special Forces Group.  The squad's mission today is to locate, subdue, sedate and apprehend Unknown Hostile Lifeform Eleven-Twenty-Two (UHL-1122). UHL-1122 is an extremely intelligent creature that is a mutated combination of humanoid, reptile, and biomechanical components that resulted from the absorption of the radiation from the many neutron weapons used during The Final Conflict.  UHL-1122 is an endoskeletal biped whose various organs are held in place by a thin membrane of translucent cartilage.  It wears a protective "suit" of reactive armor.  It has no visible eyes.  It communicates to its minions using an audible "language" comprised of binary chirps.  Its offensive/defensive weapons are a kluge of Chinese tactical nukes, directed energy plasma weapons and incongruously, an Egyptian Scimitar. UHL- 1122 controls the island south of Tribeca through a caste of minions, many of whom are similarly disfigured mutants.

Gina and her team are quietly exiting a stealth APC concealed in the one remaining tube of the Holland Tunnel.

GINA - Flanking pattern Delta-eight.  Comm traffic on VLF Mode 3 only.  Let's move out.

Gina and her team are equipped with an abundance of classified, above-top-secret weapons.  Among them are the EHA-2 rail-gun.  These weapons fire a projectile within which is a sub-atomic singularity -- a microscopic "black hole". Once released from its tritium-magnetic shell, the target implodes into a time-space event horizon.

GINA (CONT'D) (under her breath) - Okay asshole.  Let’s dance.

Each squad member is equipped with the Lockheed Terex airdyne, a personal mobility device that can silently glide the soldier over uneven terrain and with the greatly minimized chances of triggering land mines or booby traps. 

Lance Corporal BRINK O'HARA is just completing the fold-out assembly of his airdyne.  His Battlefield Situation Display comes to life.

O'HARA - The FOFO is coming in. (he shows the display to Gina) Everybody's accounted for. (pointing) There's the bogey.

GINA - Is he by himself?

O'HARA - Hard to say.  No UAV data yet.

GINA - Flannagan!  Where's air support?

Lieutenant MAX FLANNAGAN is an aviator "on-loan" from the Colonial Air Force.  He is an arrogant misogynist who takes great personal pride in humiliating Gina whenever a chance arises.  

FLANNAGAN - Air support is standing by.  UAVs are loitering over Brooklyn, downwind. We don't want to spook them with the noise.

GINA -We need better BSD recon.

FLANNAGAN -It's your call but...

GINA - Move them in.

Flannagan begrudgingly signals his minions to move Unmanned Aerial Vehicles equipped with high-resolution infrared and X- ray sensors to gather imagery of UHL-1122's position and situation.  The squad disperses in a carefully rehearsed flanking pattern aboard the airdynes.


UHL-1122 is sitting atop a stainless steel contraption that resembles a throne.  It's long, extended carapace which one could assume is its "face" is pointed skyward, as if in meditation.  Another creature enters the room.  It's "mouth" opens, emitting a binary burst of "0's" and "1's".

CREATURE 1 (in English sub-titles) - The air.  It moves in a strange way. Seismic anomalies are near.

UHL-1122 ceases its meditation and "looks" at the creature. After a pause for thought, it responds.

UHL-1122 (in English sub-titles) Humans.  I sensed it.  Deploy countermeasures.  So arrogant, they are.  Time that they should learn humility.


A gaggle of airdynes pass overhead.

FLANNAGAN (to Gina) - New tactical.

Gina engages her head-up display.  The BSD (Battlefield Situation Display) now clearly shows UHL-1122 is alone but on the move.  The FOFO (Friend or Foe) data overlay shows the positions of the other members of UHL-1122's caste and their position in relation to Gina's team.  Clusters of "friendly" targets are centered in Battery Park and the site of the Downtown Heliport.

GINA - What are those sensor returns at Houston Street?

FLANNAGAN - I don't...

The answer to Gina's question is delivered swiftly and horribly as hundreds of shiny flying nanobots dismember Flannagan from the torso out.  Gina is spared only because she was in the cone of protection immediately behind him. She directs the airdyne down an alley to avoid the next swarm.

GINA (into VLF translator) - Man down!  The fucker knows we're coming.  Take evasive action.  Swarm of nanno-wasps took him apart!

O'HARA -My God Gina!  What's happening? (referring to the BSD display)

The display shows that fully half of the squad is "OTS" (out of service) and presumed dead.

GINA (into VLF translator) - Attack mode Golf Echo... attack mode Golf Echo.

O'HARA - You sure about that?

GINA - Let them eat static.

Each member of the team steps off their airdyne, sets the controls to "auto loiter", and the comm systems to "ECM" and resumes the attack on foot.  The airdyne's comm systems are now emitting a cacophony of high-powered digital gibberish.  The nanobots' navigational algorithms are confused by this and give chase to the airdynes, which now have been reduced in functionality to that of essentially very expensive "chaff".


CREATURE 1 (in English sub-titles) (referring to a graphic display device) - Their machines seem to wonder aimlessly.  Our countermeasures follow them.

UHL-1122 (in English subtitles) - It's a ruse, they'll soon be here.

UHL-1122 - clambers toward a weapons locker and extracts several plasma weapons and the scimitar.

UHL-1122 (CONT'D) (in English sub-titles) - We bring the fight to them.

UHL-1122 and several of his minions march briskly through a steel-lined blast door.


What remains of the squad has begun to converge on the ruins that once were the Freedom Towers.  Using advanced urban warfare tactics, their progress is careful, measured and almost undetectable.

O'HARA - He's on the move.  He's...they are almost on top of us!

GINA -Where?  How?

O'HARA (almost in a panic) - I don't know!  I don't know!

O'Hara sweeps a portable sensor toward the ground.  There under us.  Somehow they're under us.

GINA - I thought we had this area fully mapped.

O'HARA - Apparently we missed something.

At that moment, a squad member begins firing his weapon wildly into the ground.

SQUAD MEMBER 1 - The ground!  It's liquefying!  I could see them moving under me!

As Gina steps toward him to get a glimpse of what he is shooting at he suddenly is pulled right through the concrete, severing his right arm in the process.  All that remains is his helmet and his arm, still clutching the rail-gun. Suddenly, in only a few second's time, three more squad members meet the same fate.  They're screams can be heard echoing in the distance.

GINA (into the VLF translator) - Fall back!  Back to Canal Stree...

As O'Hara, Gina and the remaining squad members pivot to retreat, they are blocked by several mutant combatants.  A squad member reacts by firing his EHA-2 Rail-gun.  The projectile prescribes a deep black line centered directly on a creature.  The line resembles a tear in space with objects nearby seeming to bend into it.  The projectile bursts on impact causing the singularity contained within it to begin its inexorable collapse of mass, time and space nearest the event horizon.  The creature is essentially turned inside out, collapsing into an infinitely small quantum particle. Light bends near the event until the utter annihilation is complete.

The creatures are frozen with fear.  They separate as UHL- 1122 makes a dramatic entrance.  Gina, O'Hara and the lone remaining squad member now stand opposite UHL-1122 and his henchmen.  O'Hara raises his rail gun. UHL-1122 raises his hand as if to signal surrender.  It then slowly touches a button located on its thorax.  A translation device.

UHL-1122 (filtered) - Impressive.  Insanely destructive. Very impressive.  But it must have a range limit, a minimum range.

Gina and O'Hara are impressed that UHL-1122 has correctly determined that the EHA-2 cannot be fired in close proximity as it would also annihilate the user.  They wonder if it will use this assumption to exploit a tactical disadvantage.

GINA - Our orders are to take you into custody.  Just you.  Not them. (gesturing to the other creatures)

UHL-1122 (filtered) Custody.  A quaint concept.

At that moment, a crack of conventional weapons fire is heard. The projectile impacts UHL-1122's reactive armor.  The section of armor explodes outward disintegrating the incoming missile.

Gina swivels to see where the fire is coming from.  High and to her right are two squad members who have taken up sniper positions.  A second crack is heard.

This projectile hits precisely where the first one did, except this time, the armor has already been depleted.  The second missile pierces the armor, severely injuring UHL-1122.

When Gina swivels back around to face UHL-1122, it has lunged toward her in a blind rage.  She gropes for the EHA-2 rail- gun and attempts to pull the trigger.  The weapon will not fire, the close-range lockout engaged. UHL-1122 effortlessly bats the weapon from her hand like a toy.  O'Hara and the other squad members are now engaged in a fire-fight with the other creatures.

UHL-1122 grabs Gina by the waist.

UHL-1122 (CONT'D) (filtered) - In another reality we might have been friends.

It extracts the scimitar from its scabbard.

GINA - I'm not dying by your hand.  Not here, not now, not today.  That's not the deal I made.

UHL-1122 (filtered) - Check the fine print.

Gina's agonized scream is cut short as UHL-1122 summarily decapitates her, Gina's body falling to the ground while he holds her head in his hand.  The raging firefight continues. UHL-1122 bellows digital orders while hoisting Gina's head skyward.





It is a typical gray day at The Lots.  The perpetual acid rains and cold winds heighten the misery that comprise this destitute vagrant camp that is The Lots.  The LOT MAN navigates through a maze of junk and rusting discards, washing machines, old cars, pieces of fallen aircraft -- some of which have been fashioned into improvised living quarters. Indeed everything is improvised here, open-air markets, bathing and toilet facilities... everything.

Scattered through The Lots are numerous four-sided pole- mounted video kiosks, the sole source of information or entertainment in The Lots.  The kiosks command standing- room crowds around the clock.  Only one programming channel is available on the kiosks -- THE TUBE.  As the Lot Man passes one, an Asian woman can be seen smiling, swallowing a pill, exhorting the viewer to take whatever she's taking, usually birth control pills or sedatives.

As The Lot Man approaches another kiosk, the crowd surrounding it becomes excited.  Some people are gasping, others applaud and yet others are yelling expletives.  Lot Man is intrigued as to what provoked this reaction.  He edges closer to the screen.


A synthetic, digitally-generated image of the TUBE ANNOUNCER appears.  (Live hosts have long since been replaced by digital counterparts).

TUBE ANNOUNCER - With the words "check the fine print", Hostile Lifeform eleven-twenty-two ended the record-breaking run of Gina Gantly of New Marina Del Rey earlier today.

The display changes to a slow-motion replay of the final moments of Gina's life.

TUBE ANNOUNCER (CONT'D) - After over three weeks of successful challenges, Gina lost her head over this one with UHL getting away with nothing but a scratch and an impressive last-minute victory. 

The picture cuts to the announcer's digital visage superimposed over a studio with a live audience.

TUBE ANNOUNCER (CONT'D) - Join us tomorrow when a former school teacher from Long Beach Prime suits up for...

The audience shouts in unison as the theme music begins.

TUBE ANNOUNCER (CONT'D) (with audience) – WIN… YOUR… DREAM!!


The Lot Man reacts with jaded disgust over what now seems to pass for entertainment.

Friday, June 7, 2013

QUICK (tiny little) UPDATE - The newest partnership and CLEAR SHOT for getting this into a "package" for shopping around comes in the form of someone I have known since her birth (LIT-TRALLY). Her parents and my parents swapped houses in 1988. They got the relatively large home (keyword = relatively; this is Northwest NJ, mind you!) I grew up in (huge in-ground pool, 5 bedrooms, a gazillion baths and showers, a massive fire place downstairs in the "Rec" room, a whole "grandma's apartment" thing with a separate entrance, my own separate Rock & Roll Room as a kid that was big enough to be a normal kid's bedroom, and plus it was on two nice huge acres back then - yes, that I had to mow - yes, with a riding mower [ha!] ). So then my parents got a more modest little Post-Kids home (which I lived in 6-9 months out of the year for free while they were at their place in Florida - this was before they became full-time Floridians many moons ago). Anyway, this kid (LOL! she is a grown woman now!) is now a REAL-LIFE producer for an ACTUAL sci-fi flick due to come out thru Warner Brothers. For real. Anyway, she LOVES New Trinity Dawn and still sees it as a potential cash cow (as do I!). She's totally booked up now and so am I. But this is the path, my friends.

And without naming names - yes, OF COURSE it's "Mr. Mellow's" daughter. Yeah, "Mr. Mellow" (he said, trying to preserve someone's anonymity with funny spelling as long as possible). But for anyone from Back Home (KRHS people especially), you are like "Oh, of course, HER!"  

I am super-grateful for all the connections that arise as they continue to manifest in a JIT (Just-In-Time) fashion! BTW - there are NO OTHER PATHS right now. Everything is in the Mellow Basket for NTD. Lots of other neat stuff and cool new people entering the scene non-NTD wise, but this is not the venue for that type of update.  

Speaking of updates, I have shared this little "blurb" with some folks on FB so I thought I would post it here too - enjoy - see you whenever there is NEW news that I can (am allowed to) share! ;-)

Here's the "blurb" -

"My plot is simple: Two Alien beings run the world, there's ONE company left that ...does everything, its employees are GLOBAL STARS and very well-known, everyone gets 'called into the games' at some point to win the life of their dreams --- so... one of the big stars of the ONE company gets called to play at the same time one of earth's poorest and most down-trodden dudes gets called to play --- the rich dude's dream life? become the Third God and usher in a NEW TRINITY --- the poor dude just wants to have the life of the BIG COMPANY STAR dude. So - there you have it. WORK IN PROGRESS. since the early 90s - dayjob keeps getting in the way - but i am still dedicated to making tens of millions off this copyrighted and fully registered work-in-progress... which could actually be a parts 1 and 2 of something already but I don't want people to think i copied the matrix with a 3-parter because my idea is not only better but it pre-dates those two fucking yokels by at least 10 years and i have notarized legal pad "scratch notes" and old "floppies" with date/time stamps from the early 90s on them galore if anyone gives me lip. No, I didn't "invent" the freakin' matrix. but the title of the movie back when I first started writing it WAY BACK WHEN??? V.R. WORLD (yes, VR WORLD!!! at that point NOT A SOUL had that term and was using it the way i was - i know, hilarious right? it's so retro). The work is called NEW TRINITY DAWN, has been for quite some time now, and the last publicly communicated details can be found here: http://newtrinitydawn.blogspot.com/ ~ lots more going on since then, though. Just not ready to "pop" yet!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Full Circle & Moving Forward

From 15 years and about 2 months ago:

Well, I now live in Lawrence, Kansas with [EX #2 - name redacted] - the woman I met on the Internet in the Magic Dream Machine.  We have a real cool townhouse at the edge of the Meadowbrook complex right across from the KU campus. We are in love.

Have been carrying around the script for MONTHS now at this point... bringing to work with me - practically never letting out of my sight.  Just started to deal with the fact that no real work has gone into this thing (the script) for NINE months !!!  Have some new energy to make it happen.

I must:

Integrate both hard copies of the script - scene by scene - this will allow for an outline to develop too.

Put this into a format that I can use on the PC (maybe? or just leave it in here)

Continue to BELIEVE - let [EX #2] read the out put of Item # 1

Finish the missing 37 or 38 pages. The outline of this is done -  I know what happens - it’s just a question of 
when can I at least complete Item # 1 in this list?  By the end of September?  Too soon.

VR World is still a unique story and has not YET been stolen.... HURRY AND FINISH IT!!!

I will...

J. Ward-Nichols, 9-21-97 around 10:30 a.m. in Lawrence, Kansas 

Fast-forward to NOW ~ here is where we are at:

I renamed the Revised Intro as Rev. 3.0, declared CORE Word Doc (66 pages) and CORE Screenwriter File (thru Scene 29) to be Rev. 2.9. I was speaking with Amy a few weeks back and the idea of her script doctor friend taking a look at the script came up. I will explore this with Amy and see if the idea has merit. This could be the final piece of MAGIC that helps gets this thing ready for sale! There is still so much work to do. Only a draft of the ending exists and it’s in this document (the Appendix-Wiki). There still is too much dialogue and scenes that run long need to be mixed in with other scenes that are happening concurrently.

I have back moved out to Lawrence, KS for the third time. Relaxing, recharging, and regrouping is the focus (post-"you know who"). NTD is always on the to-do list, though. So this latest idea to loop Amy’s friend in might be a case of “right time, right place” – it sure feels like that!

Jim Ward-Nichols
Lawrence, KS, USA

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

We've Come a Long Way, Baby...

...but it's nowhere near close to done. My partnership with the writer/director is over (for a number of reasons) but during our time together the script made lots of very real progress. For one thing, the whole thing is now in the latest version of the Movie Magic Screenwriter tool (an industry standard). All hard-copy notes that had built up over the past 10+ years are now part of the electronic draft. The opening sequences were reworked and other fixes (outlined in pencil and pen) were finally completed. We are left with a product that is, I would say, 77% complete. The ending is outlined in draft form but still needs to be written. There are continuity errors that need fixing. In some cases, the order in which scenes occur needs to be changed. Some scenes are far too long and too dialog-heavy. That needs to be fixed. So... there are lots of options for getting this done. A new one on the table is a possible collaboration with a friend from childhood and fellow sci-fi fan who is also a published author (she's written plays, books, short stories, and even teaches classes on the same). In the fall, we may explore that potential partnership. Then there's also my good friend Amy of 20+ years out in CA - without revealing too much: she grew up around Hollywood legends, she is the daughter of a well-known actor and comedian (may be RIP), and she still has people who could take a look at the script and get us in some doors. She made the offer to help out on that front years ago and the offer still stands. But first it has to be finished. Then it has to actually be as good as it can be (cuz right now, it's just not). Only then will it be ready for prime-time. Aside from getting in peak physical condition, this is one of my longest incomplete life goals. For a while a few months ago (when DAY JOB duties once again interfered with progress on NTD), I almost gave up on it. What changed? I re-read the punched-up first few scenes again and said "WOW, THIS IS AWESOME!" and I got all jazzed about it again. So, as they say, "more to follow"... this 20+ year saga is still not over - not by a longshot!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Wow! It's really happening. Just finalized the DEAL MEMO with my co-writer. We're on a schedule to finish the script by the end of the year. I gave him the first third this past weekend. It contains all the hand-written changes that were never added to the electronic version of the script. He's bringing it "up to code" and will do the same thing with the next two thirds. He really is a full partner in this. He believes in the story too, which is just great. And I'm trusting him with my baby because it just feels right. I will give another update after the next third gets submitted.