Heh... (smiles faintly) I guess I could help ya'll out --
But I hope this'll still allow me to finish posting BIG O SHOWTIME in the original first draft, the one I wrote...
Here, you guys, let's get back to the Action!
ReSET: Act One: Rekindling the Flame
“Simple. The director yelled cut.”
A wild smile cracked across Schwartzwald's face.
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“What? Director…” Roger’s eyes searched frantically within his mind to put the pieces together.
“Oh, you remember my beautiful face, and yet you don’t remember one of your greatest negotiations contracts?”
Roger’s eyes flew forward, indicating he had found the connections.
“Gordon Rosewater…wanted me to negotiate with Paradigm’s director…”
“Yes! Exactly! Now, can you possibly remember where such a director could live?” Schwartzwald guided, his voice growing more vocal with every word escaping his burnt lips.
Roger looked at Schwartzwald.
“I…wait…we’re speaking about Gordon’s son, Alex Rosewater? The chief executive of Paradigm Corporation?” Roger questioned.
Schwartzwald turned his back to Roger in a sort of disappointment.
“No, of course not! Alex Rosewater was merely a shadow of Gordon! He wouldn’t go through the trouble of hiring you to simply want you to negotiate with himself! There are higher forces at work in this world, and I highly emphasize higher!” Schwartzwald put forth his palms to Roger, expecting a connection.
“So…the director would be higher…higher?” Roger paused, wondering about the ramifications of what he just heard.
Schwartzwald smiled as it dawned on Roger.
“That would mean… No. No, that can’t be right!” Roger shook his head.
Schwartzwald smiled wider.
“Exactly. This is simply the revelation of yet another of Gordon Rosewater’s vast follies. Hiring a negotiator to deal with a God…”
Roger watched as Schwartzwald started dancing around wildly, his revelry reaching its height.
“This has all been one mass COMEDY! Hahahahah! All that I was searching for simply did not exist!”
Roger simply could not connect Schwartzwald, a man utterly hell-bent on discovering the ‘truth’ behind the tragedy of what happened 40 years ago, and his words now, of complete denial of everything he sought and believed was real.
“What are you talking about?” Roger exasperated.
Schwartzwald stopped when he was hunched over, and turned his head slowly, the wild smile becoming a straight thin line.
“This world… the world of Paradigm City… is all a fake. It is a – an illusion, if you can understand.” Schwartzwald explained simply.
“An illusion?”
“Something you would see in a desert, perhaps, an oasis. You run full throttle for it, and try to lick up the water, only to taste the dry desert sand. The oasis I was searching for; the truth that I searched for was merely a mirage. A picture created by my mind, simply because of a stupid false hope…” Schwartzwald spoke as clearly and thoughtfully as Roger had ever heard him before, and the most shocking thing was the fact – that Roger understood – and more so, agreed to his sincerity.
Finally, after several minutes, Roger spoke.
“It wasn’t false.”
Schwartzwald perked up.
“What?”
”It wasn’t a false hope, Schwartzwald. You – you do have a point… about the truth.” Roger admitted.
Schwartzwald, for the first time in his life, was dumbfounded, and gazed on Roger like he had lobsters crawling out of his ears.
“You know, you Negotiator are insufferable… I try to inform you of the importance of the truth and you berate me. Then when I finally discover that there is NO truth, you blasted finally believe in it!!!” Schwartzwald ranted, only it also very sarcastic, not just wild.
“Ironic, huh?” Roger smirked.
Schwartzwald looked at Roger, and the two men seemed to finally connect.
“Negotiator… why did you – support me?” Schwartzwald asked sincerely.
“It’s my job. I’m a Negotiator, and I negotiated between you and your depression. It doesn’t suit you…”
“Yes, yes… it doesn’t…” Schwartzwald spoke softly, his eyes starting to dart off.
“YES! THERE IS A TRUTH, AND NOT EVEN THE PHYSICAL EXPLANATIONS AT HAND WILL DISTRACT ME FROM UNCOVERING IT!” Schwartzwald screamed, the violent passion bubbling up once again.
“I suppose everyone is susceptible to the evils of naivety, eh?” Roger smiled.
“I suppose… Negotiator!” Schwartzwald yelled, and threw his arms in the air. “Negotiator, you have brought me new life! Thank you!”
“You do realize why, right?” Roger stopped smiling.
“No…why? I suppose it is rather peculiar for a faithful dog to forgo his master to help a possible foreign threat…” Schwartzwald queried.
“I need to get out of here, Schwartzwald. I’m not dead.” Roger bluntly spoke.
“Neither am I, Smith! Otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to you!” Schwartzwald likewise burst.
“But your body was found in the wastelands!” Roger yelled louder, even throwing his arms near Schwartzwald as almost in a way of throwing away the impossible idea.
“Did you see the body?” Schwartzwald asked, speaking rather softly to extinguish Roger’s rant.
“Er… hmm. No, I haven’t. But I trust my friends.” Roger spoke in a cold confidence.
Schwartzwald mischievously cracked a grimace.
“That is your biggest folly, Negotiator. Trust. You shouldn’t trust ANYONE.” Schwartzwald didn’t rush into a rant, or shout at Roger. He merely spoke like a concerned father to his son; that this was one of life’s true lessons, and he needed to make Roger know.
“Anyone?” Roger asked, half believing and half dismissing the thought.
Schwartzwald left Roger to think a whole 20 seconds before he broke the silence.
“So, you wish to leave? You wish to wake up?” Schwartzwald asked, leaning against one of the spotless white walls of the hall.
“Wake up?” Roger asked.
"Yes, wake up, Roger. It's well past twelve thirty..."
Roger's eyes burst open, only with the echo of Schwartzwald's cackle, to gaze upon a green gray ceiling with a hanging lamp light hovering over him.
"No way..." Roger spoke.
He knew this place... It was --
END OF ACT ONE, TO BE CONTINUED!
Hope ya enjoyed it!
And R. Dan, I guess I can assist with my information from the show, so sign me up for that!

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