SCENE opens on an empty field late one night. The stars twinkle in the sky, as the camera slowly tracks back to reveal Roger (Michael Vegas) looking through a telescope. The self-published conspiracy theorist is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, a UFO t-shirt, and LED translucent glasses. His hair is greased back, and he is guzzling a can of liquid caffeine, as he shifts from the telescope to the back of his flatbed truck, where he finishes setting up his latest invention. It’s a small but powerful antenna designed to transmit mathematical equations into space in the hopes of contacting a ghost rocket.
He puts his wrist down, stripping off his shirt and putting a tin foil cap on his head. ‘…Until now, you sons of bitches!’ He shouts into the night, removing his glasses, placing transmitters in his ears, and rubbing his chest with petroleum jelly. He plugs some final code into his laptop before hitting enter and pointing his antenna towards the sky. A static sound in his ears grows louder and louder as he spins the antenna around. Finally, it connects with something and a beam of light penetrates the sky and strikes the antenna. Then, as quickly as it started, the beam disappears, and Roger falls to the ground. The antenna lies at his side, melted and destroyed.
