M
O V I E : S T O R Y - M A P
(SYNOPSIS)
Indiana
Jones/National Treasure adventure, meets
Bond and
Blade
Runner/Bourne
Identity technology - with AI and a high-tech ship thrown into the
equation - against a background of Ancient Egyptian mystery. What a mix.
1ST
ADAPTATION - PLOT
SUMMARY: Descendents of WWII (Neo) Nazi gold funded survivors (secret society)
in-part supported by South American drug barons, are looking to correct inequities and re-establish a New World Order,
built on the superiority of enhanced DNA, develop the technology to unite the best
Ancient and contemporary (Germanic) bloodlines, despite illegality of
antiquities thefts, etc. To this end they secure Cleopatra's remains and
replicate her for a ritual joining. Against this ambition, other world
powers seek to attain the DNA enhancements and supporting technology to
generate super soldiers for themselves.
John Storm and his crew intervene to thwart the Secret Society, putting
themselves at risk as the US/CIA & MI6 kidnap the cloned Cleopatra,
with John Storm (an ancestor of Mark Antony) rescuing the damsel in
distress. Aiming at screenplay adaptations of 90-100 pages max.
[Please
note, we're working on revising this Plot for V 2.0 and V 3.0 scripts focused
on Cleo's preparations for the afterlife as written below, and a comic
script adaptation using Final
Draft. We
are aiming for a revised scene sequence for May 2025]
DESPERATE GAMBIT
The salty sea air whipped Cleopatra's hair as her barge cut through the waves, a stark contrast to the luxurious life she had once known. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and determination.
The Battle of Actium had been a crushing defeat, and she had fled, leaving Mark Antony to face the wrath of Octavian alone.
Now, she was returning to Alexandria, her once-beloved city, to face an uncertain future. The Roman fleet was surely on its way, and with it, the end of her reign. Yet, Cleopatra refused to surrender. She had faced down Julius Caesar, charmed Mark Antony, and she would not be cowed by Octavian.
As the barge drew closer to the shore, Cleopatra’s mind raced. She knew she had to act quickly. The Romans were ruthless, and she could not afford to make a single mistake. She must use her wit, her beauty, and her seductive charm to sway her captors.
The barge, battered and weary, finally touched the Alexandrian shore. Cleopatra, her heart heavy with dread, stepped onto the familiar sands. The once-vibrant city, a testament to her power and beauty, now seemed a ghost town, a stark reflection of her fading fortunes.
Stepping onto the dock, Cleopatra felt a surge of adrenaline. She was home, yet it felt foreign. The once-vibrant city was subdued, a shadow of its former self. The news of the defeat had spread, and the people were fearful.
Her mind raced, calculating her next move. Octavian, the ruthless Roman, was closing in, his victory at Actium a harbinger of doom. She knew she couldn’t rely on military might; her forces were depleted, her allies scattered. She would need a different weapon, one she had wielded with deadly precision: her allure.
With a grim determination, she made her way to the royal palace. Its grandeur, once a source of pride, now felt hollow and oppressive. She ordered her servants to ready her for a fateful encounter. She would use her beauty, her wit, and her cunning to beguile the Roman conquerors.
Cleopatra moved through the streets, her presence commanding attention. She visited the royal palace, now a symbol of her fading power. The once-ornate rooms were dusty and neglected. She ordered her servants to clean and prepare the palace, making it ready to receive her Roman guests.
As she surveyed the damage, a plan began to form in her mind. She would use her beauty and intelligence to seduce Octavian, just as she had done with Caesar and Antony. She would beguile him, ensnare him, and turn him to her side.
She knew it was a long shot, but it was her only hope. If she could win over Octavian, she could secure a future for herself and Egypt.
As she bathed, she thought of Caesar and Antony, men who had fallen under her spell. Octavian, though younger and less experienced in love, was still a man. She would ensnare him, just as she had the others.
Dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, she emerged from her chambers. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, held a promise of untold pleasures. She would play the role of the helpless queen, the victim of cruel fate. She would let Octavian see the woman beneath the powerful ruler, the woman who longed for love and protection.
As the Roman soldiers arrived, she greeted them with a facade of submission. She would use their arrogance, their thirst for power, against them. She would turn their victory into her own triumph.
The stage was set. The play was about to begin. And Cleopatra, the eternal
seductress, was ready for her final act.
BITTER
FAREWELL
Cleopatra had planned for every eventuality, every contingency. But she hadn’t planned for this.
Cleopatra's heart pounded with a mix of relief and dread. Mark Antony, the man she loved, the man she had betrayed,
had defied death and returned to Alexandria and was now dying in her arms,
stabbed by his own hand. His life force was ebbing, his breath shallow.
She had sent the false news of her death, a desperate ploy to lure him back.
She had sent a message, a cruel deception, to lure him to her. She had expected anger, perhaps even resentment. But not this. Not the look of utter devastation in his eyes.
The news of her supposed suicide had ignited a fire within him, a desperate love that blinded him to the truth. When he arrived, his anger and anguish were palpable. She, the master manipulator, was caught in her own web.
As he raged, she feigned weakness, her eyes filled with feigned tears.
“You should have left me to die,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The man
in her arms, ravaged by grief and betrayal, was a mere shadow of the powerful leader she had once known.
“No,” she replied, her voice trembling. “I couldn’t.”
He managed a weak smile. Knowing she had destroyed him, and yet given him
great joys in the process.
“You always were too kind.”
With his dying breath, he whispered her name, his voice filled with a love that transcended betrayal and pain. In that moment, she realized the true cost of her ambition. She had sacrificed love for power, only to find that power was meaningless without love.
She held his hand, her fingers tracing the lines of his palm. “I’m so sorry, my love.”
Tears now streaming down her face.
He closed his eyes, his grip loosening.
And then,
.......... he was gone.
A wave of grief washed over her. She had lost the love of her life, the only man who had ever truly understood her. She had sacrificed him on the altar of power, and now she was paying the ultimate price.
But she couldn’t afford to dwell on her sorrow. She had to think of the future, of Egypt, of her children. Octavian was approaching, and she had to be ready.
Now, she faced a new challenge: negotiating with
Octavian. She would use her grief as a weapon, exploiting his pity and remorse. She would bargain for the right to bury Antony with the dignity he deserved, buying herself precious time to plan her next move.
As she prepared to face the Roman conqueror, she knew that the game was far from over. The final act of this tragic drama was yet to be played.
She sent a message to the Roman general, requesting a meeting. She would use her beauty, her intelligence, and her desperation to negotiate a favorable deal. She would
at least ensure that Mark Antony received a proper burial, and that her children would be safe.
As she prepared for the meeting, she couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness. The world had lost its color, its joy. All that remained was a bleak, uncertain future.
AN
UNDERSTANDING
Cleopatra, once the epitome of beauty and power, now stood before Octavian, a mere shadow of her former self. Her attempts to seduce him, to rekindle the passion of old, had fallen flat. The man who had once been captivated by her charms now saw her as a relic, a prize to be displayed and controlled.
The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. She had underestimated the passage of time, the toll it had taken on her body and her allure. She was no longer the young, untamed queen who could ensnare any man. Now, she was a pawn in a game she could no longer control.
But Cleopatra was a survivor. She would not allow herself to be humiliated, to be paraded as a trophy. She would dictate her own fate, even if it meant accepting a diminished role. She would play the part of the submissive lover, the devoted companion. But beneath the facade, she would plot her revenge, a slow, insidious poison that would consume Octavian from within.
Instead of love, he offered her humiliation. He proposed to parade her through the streets of Rome, a captive queen, a trophy of his victory. The thought of such public degradation was unbearable, but she knew she had no choice. Her power was waning, her options dwindling.
To salvage what little dignity remained, she offered a different kind of deal. She would become his loyal companion, a silent partner in his rise to power. In return, she asked for one final request: to be buried beside Mark Antony, to spend eternity with the man she had loved.
Octavian, intrigued by her proposal, agreed. He saw in her a potential asset, a symbol of his triumph over Egypt. But he was also wary of her cunning. He knew she was capable of great deception, and he would not underestimate her.
She would ensure that her legacy would not be one of defeat and humiliation, but of enduring power. She would secure her place in history, not as a conquered queen, but as a woman who defied the odds, who dared to dream and to scheme.
As she prepared for her final act, she thought of Mark Antony, the man who had loved her truly. She mourned his loss, the loss of a love that had been both a blessing and a curse. But she also knew that his death had freed her, had given her a chance to rewrite her story.
She would face Octavian with a mixture of defiance and resignation. She would accept his terms, but only on her own conditions. She would demand the right to a dignified death, a burial worthy of a queen. And she would make sure that Octavian would pay the ultimate price for his arrogance and cruelty.
As the days turned into weeks, Cleopatra prepared for her final act. She feigned submission, playing the role of the heartbroken lover. But beneath the facade, her mind was racing, plotting her escape. She knew that her life, and her legacy, depended on it.
THE
FIG BASKET
Cleopatra, though a prisoner, was far from defeated. She had secured a promise from Octavian: a dignified burial in Egypt, alongside her beloved Mark Antony. Yet, she knew that the Roman’s mercy was a fragile thing. He suspected her intentions, the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the secret plans whispered to her loyal handmaidens, Charmian and Iras.
In the quiet solitude of her chambers, she conferred with her trusted companions. A daring plan was hatched, a final act of defiance against fate. A plan as old as Egypt itself, a silent, venomous kiss. Asps, the sacred serpents of the Nile, would be smuggled into her chamber, their deadly bite a swift and painless release.
But even as she rejoiced in this small triumph, a shadow of doubt crept into her mind. Octavian, ever the cautious ruler, suspected her intentions. He knew she was capable of anything, even self-harm. To thwart her plans, he had doubled her guards, restricting her movements.
She saw herself, a divine being, sailing down the Nile, towards the gates of the underworld. Anubis, the jackal-headed god, would weigh her heart against the feather of truth. If her heart was found to be light, she would be allowed to enter the realm of the blessed.
But her preparations extended beyond the mortal realm. She summoned her priests, men versed in the ancient mysteries of the afterlife. She instructed them to embalm her body with the finest resins and oils, to preserve her for eternity. She wanted to be ready for the journey to the underworld, to face the judgment of Anubis, the god of death.
As the fateful day approached, a sense of peace settled over her. She was ready. She had lived a life of passion, of power, and of profound loss. She had loved fiercely, lost tragically, and fought with unwavering determination.
Now, as the shadows lengthened, she awaited her final act. The asps, symbols of rebirth and renewal, would be her passage to the next world. She would join Mark Antony, her eternal love, in the afterlife. And there, in the realm of the gods, she would find the peace that had eluded her in life.
SERPENT'S KISS
As the day of her departure approached, a sense of peace washed over her.
The day of her death arrived. As she lay dying, surrounded by her loyal servants, she thought of the life she had lived. A life of passion, power, and ultimately, tragedy. She had loved fiercely, lost deeply, and fought valiantly.
She had lived a life of passion, power, and tragedy. Now, she was ready to face her destiny. She had played her final role, the role of the dying queen. And as the poison coursed through her veins, she closed her eyes, her mind filled with visions of the afterlife.
As the darkness enveloped her, she whispered a final prayer, a plea to the gods to guide her soul to the afterlife. And with a sigh, she slipped away, leaving behind a legacy that would echo through the ages.
With a final glance at her beloved Egypt, she closed her eyes. The asp, a silent assassin, delivered its fatal kiss. As her life faded, she imagined herself ascending to the afterlife, where she would be reunited with her beloved Mark
Antony.
DIVINE INTERVENTION
As the poison coursed through her veins, Cleopatra's consciousness began to slip. Yet, in the twilight between life and death, she found herself in a serene, ethereal realm. A soft, radiant light enveloped her, and a gentle voice, soothing and familiar, called out to her.
"Cleopatra, my child," the voice of Isis, the goddess of life, echoed through the celestial expanse. "Fear not, for you are not alone."
Cleopatra, her spirit lifted by the divine presence, prostrated herself before the goddess.
"Oh, Great Isis," she pleaded, "protect me in the darkness that lies ahead. Guide me to the afterlife, and ensure my body remains undisturbed."
Isis, moved by the queen's unwavering faith, nodded understandingly.
"Your devotion to Egypt and your love for Antony have touched the hearts of the gods. Anubis, the guardian of the underworld, will watch over your mortal remains."
A shadowy figure emerged from the shadows, a jackal-headed deity with a stern yet compassionate expression.
"I shall ensure your journey to the afterlife is smooth, Cleopatra," Anubis declared. "And I shall protect your body until the time of your rebirth."
Cleopatra, overwhelmed with gratitude, thanked the gods for their mercy. As her spirit began to ascend, she felt a sense of peace and tranquility. She knew that her legacy would endure, and that she would one day return to the world, reborn in a time of light and hope.
As the last vestiges of life left Cleopatra's body, a divine energy enveloped her. Isis and Anubis, moved by her courage and faith, watched over her, ensuring her safe passage to the underworld. And there, in the realm of the dead, she would await her chance for rebirth, a chance to return to the world and continue her eternal journey.
And as she took her final breath, she found solace in the knowledge that her spirit, along with Mark Antony's, would live on forever.
CHARMIAN
AND IRAS SHARE THEIR QUEEN'S FATE
As the poison coursed through Cleopatra's veins, her loyal handmaidens,
Charmian and Iras, stood by her side. Their hearts were heavy with grief, their spirits broken by the loss of their beloved queen. They knew that their fate was sealed. Octavian, in his ruthless pursuit of power, would not spare those who had aided Cleopatra's defiance.
But their grief for their queen surpassed their fear of the future. Cleopatra, the epitome of grace and strength, had always inspired them. She had taught them the true meaning of loyalty and the importance of standing by one's convictions.
Charmian, the elder of the two, spoke softly.
"We cannot let them take us alive, Iras. We must join our queen in death."
Iras, her eyes filled with tears, nodded in agreement.
"We will not be slaves to Rome. We will share her fate."
Together, they turned to the asp, the silent serpent that had claimed their queen. With trembling hands, they picked up the creature and, without hesitation, pressed it to their lips.
With trembling hands, they reached for the vial of poison that Cleopatra had used. A bittersweet smile played on their lips as they raised the vial to their lips. A single drop, a silent prayer, and they would be reunited with their queen, forever bound by their loyalty and love.
The Roman guards, alerted by the commotion, stormed into the chamber. Their faces hardened as they saw the lifeless form of their captive queen.
As the poison took hold, Charmian and Iras felt a sense of peace wash over them. They would join Cleopatra in the afterlife, forever bound by their loyalty and love. In their final moments, they thought of their queen, her beauty, her intelligence, and her indomitable spirit. They had been privileged to serve her, to witness her triumphs and her tragedies.
As they closed their eyes, they imagined a peaceful afterlife, a place where they would serve Cleopatra eternally, free from the shackles of mortality. Their deaths, though tragic, were also a testament to their unwavering devotion to their queen.
And so, the two handmaidens, faithful to the end, joined their queen in death. Their story, a tragic tale of loyalty and sacrifice, would be forever intertwined with the legend of Cleopatra, the last active pharaoh of Ancient Egypt.
365AD
EARTHQUAKE & TSUNAMI
In the ethereal realm, Cleopatra, eternally preserved in her sarcophagus, was stirred from her tranquil slumber. A disturbance, a seismic upheaval, rippled through the earth, disturbing the very foundations of the underworld.
Anubis, the guardian of the dead, sensed the disturbance. His keen senses detected a great tumult, a tempestuous force that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of the afterlife. He turned his gaze to Cleopatra's sarcophagus, his heart heavy with concern.
"Isis," he called, his voice echoing through the silent halls of the underworld. "A great storm rages above. It threatens to desecrate the resting place of the pharaoh."
Isis, the goddess of life, death, and rebirth, appeared before him. Her divine eyes, filled with compassion, met Anubis's gaze. "I have felt the disturbance, Anubis. A great catastrophe is unfolding in the mortal realm. The city of Alexandria, the resting place of the pharaoh, is in peril."
"We must protect her," Anubis insisted. "Her spirit is strong, but her mortal remains are vulnerable to the forces of nature."
Isis nodded, her voice filled with reassurance.
"Fear not, Anubis. We shall watch over her. The pharaoh is destined for greatness, both in this life and the next. No earthly force can truly harm her."
As the tempest raged above, Cleopatra, though unconscious, felt a stirring within her. A sense of unease, a premonition of impending doom. She yearned to awaken, to rise and protect her legacy. But she was bound to her sarcophagus, a prisoner of the afterlife.
As the tsunami crashed upon the shores of Alexandria, the ancient structures crumbled, swallowed by the raging waters. Cleopatra's mausoleum, a testament to her power and beauty, was no exception. Yet, within its depths, her sarcophagus remained intact, a silent witness to the relentless forces of nature.
In the afterlife, Cleopatra, though unaware of the physical turmoil, felt a strange sensation. A disturbance, a ripple in the cosmic order. She stirred, her spirit awakening.
"Anubis," she called out, her voice barely a whisper, "what is happening?"
The jackal-headed god appeared before her, his face etched with worry. "A great storm has engulfed your earthly remains. But fear not, my queen. We shall protect you."
Isis, ever watchful, offered words of comfort. "Your spirit is safe, Cleopatra. The physical world may change, but your essence endures."
Together, the divine beings watched as the earthquake shook the foundations of the world. The tsunami, a monstrous wave, crashed against the shores of Alexandria, engulfing the city in a watery grave. Cleopatra's mausoleum, a testament to her power and beauty, was swept away, carried by the relentless force of the waves.
Yet, even in the face of such destruction, hope remained. The divine protectors, Isis and Anubis, would ensure that Cleopatra's legacy would endure. Her spirit, eternal and unbound, would rise again, reborn in a new era, a testament to the enduring power of love, loss, and the indomitable human spirit.
As the tempest raged, Isis and Anubis watched over Cleopatra's earthly form, hoping that the ancient structures would withstand the onslaught of the waves. They knew that the future of her soul depended on the preservation of her body.
Isis and Anubis, the divine guardians, watched over her, their power intertwining to shield her from harm. They knew that the pharaoh, though mortal, was destined for immortality. And they would ensure that her legacy would endure, forever etched in the sands of time.
WORLD
WAR TWO - A NEW DAWN
The renaisance was a fervent period of European cultural, artistic, political and economic “rebirth” following the Middle Ages, and world war one fostered
automotive mechanization. Medical science was advancing along with other technology and an understanding of electricity, but nothing close to that required to recreate a human from their
own code.
Then in world war two, the beginnings of computer science took its first steps with the British trying to crack the Enigma code. In tandem, in the bloodbaths of Germany's concentration camps, studies of prisoners in Buchenwald by
Joseph Mengele,
dubbed "the angel of death" heralded experiments that would eventually lead to cloning. His work
financially underpinned by no less than Adolf
Hitler, gave him a free hand to unimaginable cruelties.
As the 20th century unfolded, the horrors of war and the depths of human cruelty were laid bare. Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged. Scientists, driven by a thirst for knowledge, delved into the mysteries of genetics and biology. They were on the cusp of a breakthrough that would forever change the course of human history.
Anubis, the guardian of the underworld, watched over the world with a mix of curiosity and concern. The human race, once a fledgling species, had evolved at an astonishing pace. The horrors of war had given rise to both destruction and innovation.
"Isis," he called out to the goddess of life, "the humans have delved into the mysteries of the universe. They have harnessed the power of the atom and begun to unravel the secrets of life itself."
Isis, her eyes filled with both wonder and apprehension, replied, "Indeed, Anubis. Their advancements have brought both great promise and great peril. The potential for both creation and destruction is immense."
"And what of Cleopatra?" Anubis asked, his voice filled with hope. "Is her time drawing near?"
Isis pondered the question.
"The stars align, and the universe shifts. The conditions for her rebirth are growing favorable. However, the path to a new life is fraught with challenges. The humans, in their pursuit of knowledge, have stumbled upon a dark secret: the power to manipulate life itself."
"You speak of the work of the mortal known as Mengele," Anubis interjected. "His experiments, born of cruelty and obsession, have laid the foundation for a dangerous future."
Isis nodded solemnly.
"The line between creation and destruction is thin.
Living humans must learn to use their newfound power with wisdom and compassion. Only then can they truly harness the potential of life."
Isis, the goddess of life and death, turned her attention to the troubled earth. "Indeed, Anubis. The experiments conducted by the humans, though fraught with darkness, may hold the key to a new era of rebirth."
Anubis nodded, his divine eyes filled with hope. "Perhaps, with the advancement of their technology, they may one day be able to reanimate the dead. A new dawn, a chance for souls like Cleopatra to return to the mortal realm."
As they spoke, the human world was on the brink of a new era, an era of quantum leaps and scientific breakthroughs. The seeds of genetic engineering were being sown, and with each passing day, the possibility of reanimating the dead grew closer.
Anubis gazed into the future, a vision of a world transformed.
"Perhaps, in this new era, Cleopatra will find the perfect vessel for her rebirth. A body that is both strong and compassionate, a mind that is both wise and curious."
Isis smiled, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
"The time may come, Anubis. The time when the boundaries between life and death blur. When the ancient prophecies are fulfilled."
Anubis returned.
"Hope endures,
Isis. Even in the darkest of times, the light of life prevails."
THE VIGIL
Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the dead, paced the cavernous underworld. His heart, heavy with the weight of his charge, thumped against his ribcage. Cleopatra, the last Pharaoh of Egypt, lay in her sarcophagus, a silent sentinel of the past. He had watched over her for millennia, his eternal vigil a testament to her extraordinary life.
Isis, the goddess of motherhood and magic, hovered nearby, her ethereal form shimmering in the dim light. She had been drawn to Cleopatra, a woman who had defied the gods and mortals alike. "She is ready," Isis whispered, her voice as soft as the wind rustling through the reeds of the Nile.
Anubis nodded, his gaze fixed on Cleopatra's sarcophagus. "The time is near, my sister. The world above has changed beyond recognition."
Isis smiled, a gentle expression that belied her immense power. "And yet, her spirit remains unbroken. She is a force to be reckoned with, even in death."
Anubis chuckled, a rare sound from the grim god of the underworld. "Indeed. A queen who would not be denied, even by the gods."
They stood in silence for a long moment, their thoughts drifting to the future. The day would come when Cleopatra would rise again, a phoenix reborn from the ashes of the past. And when that day arrived, Anubis and Isis would be there to guide her, to ensure that her second life was as glorious as her first.
THE CODE OF LIFE
Anubis and Isis stood before Cleopatra's sarcophagus, their ancient forms shimmering in the ethereal light of the underworld. The millennia had passed like grains of sand in an hourglass, each moment a step closer to the day they had awaited.
"The time is near, my queen," Anubis announced, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. "The world above has advanced beyond your wildest dreams."
Cleopatra, her spirit restless within her mummified body, stirred. "What do you mean, Anubis? Have they found a way to bring me back?"
Isis nodded. "The mortals have developed a technology called cloning. They can now replicate the genetic material of the dead."
Cleopatra's eyes widened in disbelief. "Cloning? But that's impossible!"
"Not impossible, merely improbable," Anubis replied. "A man named John Storm has collected the DNA of countless individuals, preserving their genetic heritage for posterity."
"And they have my DNA?" Cleopatra asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Yes, your majesty," Isis confirmed. "Your sarcophagus was recovered from the depths of the Mediterranean, and your DNA was extracted."
Cleopatra's spirit surged with anticipation. "I must see this for myself. I must experience the world anew."
"But you must be patient," Anubis cautioned. "The process will take time. There are many challenges to overcome."
"I understand," Cleopatra replied, her voice filled with determination. "I will wait. I will wait for the day when I can walk among the living once more."
Isis smiled, a gentle expression that belied her immense power. "Your time is coming, Cleopatra. And when it does, the world will never be the same."
THE SALVAGE
Anubis and Isis stood at the edge of the underworld, their gaze fixed on the shimmering surface of the
Mediterranean sea. Below, in the depths of the Egyptian coastline, a team of divers headed by
Safiya Sabuka was working to recover Cleopatra's sarcophagus from the sunken city of Alexandria.
"The mortals are risking much to retrieve her," Isis murmured, her voice filled with concern. "The sarcophagus has been undisturbed for millennia. If it is damaged, her spirit may be disturbed."
Anubis nodded. "The seawater has already taken its toll. The sarcophagus is weakened, and the seal is beginning to fail."
Cleopatra's spirit, watching from the underworld, felt a pang of fear. She had been preserved for so long, her body a testament to the ancient Egyptians' mastery of mummification. If the seal were broken, her body might be beyond repair.
The divers worked with feverish intensity, their lights illuminating the murky depths. As they approached the sarcophagus, a cloud of sediment stirred up, obscuring their vision. Anubis and Isis watched with bated breath, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Cleopatra's sarcophagus lay entombed beneath the waves, a fragile vessel holding the key to her rebirth.
"The water is damaging the sarcophagus," Isis warned, her voice filled with concern. "The salt is corroding the stone."
Anubis nodded, his gaze fixed on the divers. "We must act quickly. If the seal is broken, Cleopatra's spirit may be lost."
Cleopatra, her spirit restless within her mummified body, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of hope and fear.
The divers worked with precision, their movements guided by advanced sonar technology. Slowly but surely, they cleared away the debris surrounding the sarcophagus.
Finally, the divers managed to secure the sarcophagus and begin the ascent. As they emerged from the water, a cheer erupted from the recovery team. Anubis and Isis exchanged relieved glances.
"They have done well," Isis said. "Now we must hope that the sarcophagus can be transported safely to the surface."
Cleopatra's spirit watched with a mixture of hope and trepidation. She knew that the journey was far from over. The true test would come when her body was examined by the scientists. Only then would they know if her dream of rebirth was truly possible.
When the sarcophagus was finally hoisted onto the deck of the salvage vessel, Cleopatra's spirit cheered. She had been freed from her watery prison, and her journey towards rebirth was finally underway.
DIVINE AWAKENING
Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the underworld, watched with a mix of curiosity and amusement as the human scientists toiled over their creation. Their names, Franco Francisco, Klaus von Kolreuter, and Rudolf Kessler, were foreign to him, but their dedication to the pursuit of knowledge was unmistakable.
"They have made remarkable progress, Isis," Anubis said, his voice echoing through the halls of the Duat. "Their creation, Alexis Luther, is a testament to their skill."
Isis, the goddess of motherhood and magic, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Human ingenuity knows no bounds. It is a fascinating spectacle to observe."
"Observe, Isis," he said, his voice low and resonant. "The mortals have achieved a feat once thought impossible. They have replicated life."
Isis, her eyes filled with a knowing light, nodded. "Indeed, Anubis. And their subject, Alexis Luther, seems to be thriving."
As they watched, the scientists celebrated the success of their experiment. Alexis, a young man with a lithe frame and a determined expression, ran on a treadmill, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
"A remarkable specimen," Anubis mused. "But it is not the only one that will soon grace the mortal world."
Isis's eyes widened. "You mean... the queen?"
As they watched, a new development unfolded. The scientists had managed to extract DNA from the mummy of Cleopatra, the last Pharaoh of the Ptolemaic dynasty. Anubis felt a surge of emotion. "Cleopatra," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "Her spirit still lingers, bound to her earthly remains."
Isis turned to Anubis, her eyes filled with concern. "Do you think this will disturb her peace?"
"It may," Anubis replied. "But it is also a sign of her enduring legacy. Her story will live on, even in this new age."
As they watched, Cleopatra's spirit stirred. She felt a strange sensation, a tingling in her ethereal form. It was as if a piece of her had been torn away. She looked to Anubis and Isis, her eyes filled with confusion.
Cleopatra, suspended in a state of peaceful slumber, felt a strange sensation. It was as if a gentle breeze were caressing her, stirring her soul from its tranquil repose. A warmth spread through her being, a comforting sensation that was both familiar and utterly new.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself gazing upon a magnificent hall, its walls adorned with hieroglyphs and golden statues. Anubis and Isis stood before her, their faces etched with a mixture of anticipation and reverence.
"What is happening?" she asked.
Anubis explained. "The scientists have extracted your DNA, Cleopatra. They intend to use it to create a clone."
"A clone?"
"It is the mortals, my queen. They have found your remains. They are extracting your DNA, your
life-force, a biological code in all life identifying you from others; your very
existence. Using your unique code to make an exact double."
Cleopatra's spirit surged with a mixture of anger and anticipation. The mortals, in their insatiable curiosity, had dared to disturb her eternal rest.
Cleopatra's eyes widened. "My double? But that is impossible!"
"Not in this age," Isis replied. "The human scientists have made great strides in their understanding of genetics."
Cleopatra's voice, a whisper carried on the celestial wind, replied, "I feel... a disturbance. A violation."
Cleopatra felt a mix of emotions. Part of her was terrified at the thought of being replicated. But another part of her was hopeful. Perhaps this was a chance for her to live again, to experience the world anew.
"Let them proceed," she said, her voice filled with determination. "I will watch with interest."
Anubis and Isis exchanged a knowing glance. They knew that Cleopatra's decision was a bold one, but they also knew that she was strong and capable. They would be there to guide her through this new chapter in her eternal journey. Cleopatra's spirit began to glow with an intense energy. It was a sign of her awakening, a divine intervention in the mortal realm.
REBIRTH OF THE QUEEN
In the sterile laboratory, a group of technicians watched with bated breath as the
Replivator machine hummed to life. The CyberCore Genetica super nano computer, a marvel of modern technology, analyzed Cleopatra's DNA, ensuring its integrity and making subtle adjustments to enhance her mental capacities.
The technicians, their faces a mix of excitement and trepidation, observed as the stem cells began to coalesce, forming the outline of a human body. Slowly but surely, the Egyptian queen's form took shape, a miracle of science and technology.
The queen felt a strange sense of detachment, as if she were simultaneously present in two places.
In the ethereal realm of the afterlife, Anubis and Isis watched with a mixture of awe and apprehension. The mortals, in their audacious pursuit of knowledge, had dared to recreate a being from the ancient past. The outcome of this experiment was uncertain, fraught with both promise and peril.
Cleopatra, her spirit tethered to the nascent body, felt a profound sense of both exhilaration and unease. As her ethereal form began to merge with the physical body, she experienced a sensation unlike anything she had ever known. It was as if she were being pulled into a new existence, a second chance at life.
The technicians in the laboratory watched as the Replivator machine reached its final phase. A soft glow emanated from the chamber, and then, with a gasp of astonishment, they saw the body begin to stir. The eyes, once closed, slowly fluttered open, revealing the piercing gaze of the Egyptian queen.
Cleopatra, her consciousness now fully anchored in the physical body, felt a surge of energy. She was alive, reborn. The centuries that had passed seemed to fade away as she took in her surroundings, the sterile laboratory, the faces of the astonished technicians.
Her features, etched with the wisdom of centuries, emerged from the embryonic mass. Cleopatra, her spirit growing stronger with each passing moment, felt a surge of energy. She was being pulled into the mortal realm, drawn towards the body that was becoming her new vessel.
All power in the Laboratory was channeled to the creation, backup ready in case of grid failure, though now not so common in Manaus and outlying regions. The scientists monitored pleasing progress.
Anubis and Isis, their divine eyes filled with tears of joy, witnessed the miracle. The queen, suspended between two worlds, was about to awaken from her eternal slumber.
The queen had been reborn, a testament to the power of life and the enduring nature of the human spirit. Cleopatra, the Eternal Queen, had returned to the mortal realm, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
A QUEEN IS REBORN
The scientists, their hearts pounding in their chests, watched as the Replicator machine neared completion. Their creation, a masterpiece of genetic engineering, was almost ready to emerge into the world. They had meticulously crafted Cleopatra's DNA profile, ensuring that she would be reborn with the wisdom and experience of a seasoned leader, yet retain the youthful vitality of a woman in her prime.
As Cleopatra's body took shape, the scientists found themselves drawn to her physical perfection. Her curves, sculpted by the hands of time and the artistry of genetic engineering, were a testament to the beauty of the human form. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of sapphire and emerald, held a power that seemed to radiate from within.
The scientists, their professional detachment beginning to waver, found themselves under the spell of the most powerful temptress in history. Her nakedness, a masterpiece of nature and science, filled them with a sense of awe and desire. They struggled to maintain their focus, their minds clouded by the intoxicating allure of the Egyptian queen.
In the hushed silence of the laboratory, the scientists watched with a mixture of awe and trepidation as Cleopatra's body stirred to life.
Cleopatra, her eyes slowly fluttering open, gazed around the unfamiliar surroundings. The sterile white walls, the whir of machinery, the faces of the scientists peering down at her – it was all so strange. Yet, a sense of familiarity washed over her, a connection to a past life that she could not quite recall.
As Cleopatra sat up, a mist, a spectral aura, emanated from her body. It was an inexplicable phenomenon, a sign that something extraordinary was happening. The scientists, their eyes wide with wonder, watched as the reborn queen rose to her feet.
The scientists, their hearts pounding in their chests, were captivated by Cleopatra's beauty. Her features, a perfect blend of classical and exotic, were mesmerizing. The curves of her body, the full breasts, the ample buttocks – it was as if the most skilled sculptor
on earth had crafted her to perfection.
The technicians, their scientific detachment slowly eroding, found themselves drawn to Cleopatra in a way they had never experienced before. They felt a strange tingling sensation, a desire that was both physical and emotional. The queen, with her piercing gaze and seductive charm, seemed to exert a powerful influence over them. The shape of her body, the curves that had captivated
Julius Caesar and
Mark
Antony, were a source of undeniable attraction.
It was as if her very presence was intoxicating, a potent elixir that clouded their judgment.
The technicians struggled to maintain their professional detachment. They were scientists, not admirers, yet they could not help but be captivated by her beauty. Her nakedness, far from being repulsive, was a source of fascination, a testament to the power of human creation.
Anubis and Isis, observing from the ethereal realm, understood the emotions of the mortals. They had witnessed the birth of a legend, a woman who would captivate the world with her beauty, her intelligence, and her indomitable spirit.
As Cleopatra moved stood, a mist seemed to emanate from her body. It was a spectral aura, a manifestation of her otherworldly presence. The scientists, their eyes wide with astonishment, realized that the queen's spirit had indeed joined with her physical form.
The scientists, their awe turning into a mixture of reverence and fear, stood before Cleopatra. They knew that they had created something more than a mere replica. They had brought back to life a spirit that had once ruled the world, a queen whose legacy would echo through the ages.
The room fell silent. The scientists, their minds racing, were filled with a sense of wonder and reverence. They had created something extraordinary, something that defied their understanding of the human condition. Cleopatra, reborn, was more than just a biological construct. She was a living legend, a testament to the power of human ingenuity and the enduring spirit of the divine.
ACT 1
Cleopatra's tomb lay lost for
centuries, after she famously poisoned herself with an asp
in 30 BC. All traces having been wiped out by a tsunami that
sank her palace somewhere near Thonis-Heracleion, with archaeologists
working inland and along the coast seeking the Pharaoh's whereabouts. Then a shift in the tectonic plates trigger a
present day tremor off the coast of Alexandria, revealing clues,
when a local fisherman dredges up two unusual artifacts, one
being an ivory comb engraved with "Cleopatra."
A
team of German
and Egyptian archaeologists is led by Rudolf
Kessler (a distant relation of General Erich Ludendorff),
great grandson of a Nazi scientist who escaped to Brazil in
a U-Boat, as World War Two closed in on
Adolf
Hitler's evil empire.
Charley Temple alerts (protagonist) John Storm as to disturbing technology she has discovered
at a village on the banks of the
Amazon where
Kessler
has a base of operations, provided by his Neo Nazi financier
and secret society Grand Master:
Baron
Richthofen.
Baron
Heinrich Richthofen believes that by summoning the Egyptian Goddess Isis,
through a reborn Pharaoh, as the embodiment of life and
fertility, that such invocation will create a conduit through which a master race
may once again expand and thrive, to infiltrate key
positions in politics in the most powerful nations, to eventually control
world destiny.
The secret society had almost given up hope of finding a suitable host,
where the mummified remains of Hatshepsut
and Nefertiti, eluded the archaeological world.
Charley
has developed a theory, that world leaders could be cloned, their brains
re-programmed and the originals replaced. It's all too far fetched, for
her to share this hypothesis, without more proof.
ACT 2
Along
the banks of the Amazon, Charley,
has found tell-tale evidence of human enhancing, DNA
cloning
and manipulation technology, perfected by three scientists - that could enable
digital
reincarnation. Having perfected their art,
cloning large
mammals, the Baron's team finally managed to nurse a human
through embryo to replication, with amazing
results, demonstrated in Panama, by a specimen
running at near 30mph on a deserted beach. Unfortunately for the sect,
witnessed by a backpacker, thus confirming success by the German group.
As an amateur archaeologist, Storm has amassed a sizeable DNA collection that is stored onboard the amazing AI assisted
'Elizabeth
Swann.' The Nazi fanatics are keen to acquire this collection, to fill in gaps in their
Genome sequence.
Having already raided Scotland
Yard, and other DNA data bases - and come up wanting.
Other enhancing technology is purchased at an auction by
the occultist Neo-Nazi group, aiming to resurrect the last Queen of Egypt, and give her super
powers, as an ally of the Fourth
Reich, new world order - following a
failed attempt years earlier, by a different group, to clone Hitler (The
Boys from Brazil).
John
travels to the Amazon to meet Charley, but she has been captured by the
Baron's henchmen. He effects a rescue, and confiscates elements of the
enhancing technology, left behind by the German consortium. Dan Hawk
pieces this together, allowing John to make it work. He benefits from
being enhanced, becoming many times stronger, and as agile as a monkey.
As
it becomes clear that the Nazi plans are reaching fruition, the
intelligence services coordinated by Interpol, UNESCO,
and Blue Shield
International, seek out John
Storm,
as an expert on DNA, also well known to them for his daring environmental
exploits. They figure to blame him if all goes belly up. Interpol issue a Red
Notice.
ACT 3
John
finds the sunken city of Thonis-Heracleion, surveying the site with the Swann's
high-tech array of sensors, and interpretation from Hal, the
cheeky onboard AI.
Using this information he tracks the Society to a secret location near Alexandria;
Taposiris
Magna.
Despite
all efforts to stop them, the Neo-Nazi group manage to replicate Cleopatra,
intent on carrying out a ritual to unite Aryan and Royal Egyptian blood.
John dramatically intervenes, saving the newborn queen from
being defiled. Cleopatra instantly falls for John Storm, the attraction
from past lives being mutual. They form an unsaid alliance.
Unfortunately
for the re-acquainted couple,
history looks set to repeats itself. John is left devastated, disillusioned and distrusting
of military authority, when they double-cross him and imprison Cleopatra
to study her. John is forced to rescue the reincarnated queen from Guantánamo
Bay. The US military don't like this and call an air strike on the Elizabeth Swann with a missile
that Hal steers back to Cuba.
NORAD call off the attack
after the US
President Linc Truman orders his Air Force to call off the dogs, when he realizes that the AI on the
Swann, could use US missiles against America, in self defence.
PROPOSED
STORY MAP BY CHAPTER (90-100 pages) - ORDER CAN BE CHANGED: DRAFT
SCREENPLAY
ACT
1.
CHAPTER
1. THE
POISON ASP - Overwhelmed by grief, Cleopatra poisons herself with a
cobra bite in her mausoleum (allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
2. WRATH OF THE GODS - The
destruction of
Thonis and Alexandria (allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
3. NEW WORLD ORDER - A Neo-Nazi plan to regenerate Aryan supremacy
(allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
4. CYBERCORE
GENETICA - Nano computer technology is purchased at an auction by a
religious sect (allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
5. INCUBUS - Franco Francisco accepts offer of employment
from Roberta Ferrara (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
6. SPLICE
- Klaus von Kolreuter perfects a method of gene manipulation (allow 4 -
5 pages)
CHAPTER
7. TREMORS - Cleopatra's
tomb lay lost for centuries, until shift in the tectonic
plates trigger tremor off the coast of Alexandria (allow 4 - 5 pages)
ACT
2.
CHAPTER
8. PANAMANIAN
RUNNING MAN - Marjorie Boyle videos exceptionally fast athlete, Sam Hollis
investigates (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
9. AMAZON
QUEEN - Elizabeth Swann navigating river and
docking at Manaus (allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
10. TOMB
RAIDERS - Safiya
Sabuka finds Ahmed
Saleh and persuades him to reveal where he found Cleopatra's ivory comb.
(allow 4 - 5 pages) CHAPTER
11. SCOTLAND
YARD - London's secure DNA database is stolen (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
12. OPERATION
ALEXANDRIA - Neo-Nazi occultists recover Cleopatra's
sarcophagus from underwater tomb near Palace (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
13. KIDNAPPED - Charley is taken
prisoner up the Amazon, John, Dan and (eventually) CIA rescue her
(allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
14. UNESCO -
Catholic Church fear grave desecration heritage
theft, asks agencies for help. Interpol issue Red Notice (allow 4 - 5
pages)
ACT
3.
CHAPTER
15. REPLICANT - The Society reproduce Cleopatra using Francisco's
RepliVator™, uploading synapse sequence, implanted memories (allow
4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
16. FULL STEAM AHEAD -
To Thonis, then uses the Swann's AI
sensors and the Ark
database to find tomb has been plundered (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
17. RITUAL SACRIFICE - The Baron prepares a drugged Cleopatra for ceremonial
impregnation (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
18. SANCTUM
INTERRUPTUS - John finds Nazi hideout near Alexandria,
disturbs ritual - rescues Cleopatra, arresting conspirators (allow 4 - 5
pages)
CHAPTER
19. THE CHOSEN ONE - The reincarnated Cleopatra falls for her rescuer. John comes under her
spell, despite her being a replicant (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
20. MILITARY
INTERVENTION - Military detain Cleopatra for stakeholders, despite media
& medical protests. Storm distraught (allow 4 - 5 pages)
CHAPTER
21. DÉJÀ VU - History repeats itself,
military lock up technology as gross violation of human rights, John left
disillusioned (allow 4 - 5 pages)
The
suggested number of pages per chapter is a guide. It is possible to save a
page here, and add a page there. Though it is important not to exceed 100
pages, for comic adaptation and by way of submissions to interest media
associates.
It
is harder to write less, and achieve the same message.
It
is essential to tell the story with the key elements as indicated, rather
than seek to 'Hollywood' the plot and mix in scenes from other movies. For
example, Panama is an enhanced human, not a terminator. He can be killed
conventionally. The same applies to John and Cleopatra. They are human.
Just with a DNA modified edge. At the end of this adventure, John also
benefits from CyberCore
communications.
John's
character and those of his allies and opponents, develop as a result of
actions in each of his adventures. For this reason reading and following
through with any scene, must be tied to the description of the charater.
'Cleopatra
The Mummy,' naturally leads on to 'Treasure
Island,' and thence to 'The
Holy Compass.' In the Kulo-Luna
story, John is not enhanced. Though, he does benefit from the AI 'Hal,'
who is also developing as he learns.
2ND
ADAPTATION - PLOT
OUTLINE - John Storm, a Blue Shield operative, surveys the sunken
city of Alexandria
recently disturbed by earthquake, and finds Cleopatra's mummy. At the
same time a group of EU funded scientists perfect cloning and DNA
altering tech that they claim will cure cancer, and even allow replication from ancient
samples. The richest man in the world, Musket Meloni, acquires nano
computer tech, as a tool to join the 'Novus Illuminatum' and challenges
them to prove their theory, fronting a sizeable 'Wager' secretly
planning to steal the tech for himself with help from a crooked CIA
operative. But when it works, the CIA kidnap the reincarnated Cleopatra,
to experiment on her at Guantánamo Bay for DARPA, double crossing Meloni, with
John Storm in tow, despite being injected with the CRISPR virus at the
Illuminatum's secret laboratory.
CLONED
REPLICANT - Using the latest technology in computer genome mapping and
digital DNA splicing, an occult sect of scientists, reincarnate Cleopatra
VII, who died in 30BC, having located and plundered her sarcophagus from
its watery grave. The resurrected Pharaoh has to mesh with the modern
world she's been reborn into, where the Fourth Reich harbour evil plans
for her. We
are looking to build a team of artists for a series of John
Storm graphic novels. Students and professionals, all
welcome - if you like this style of illustration - and stories to amaze.
PROLOGUE
INNER
CIRCLE OF SIX - Nazi funded medical human research laboratories Joseph
Mengele's Fourth Reich escape to Brazil reserve plan
CHAPTER
1. THE
BATTLE OF ACTIUM - Queen Cleopatra retreats leaving Mark Antony to lose
against Octavian and seek a new deal with Rome
CHAPTER
2. THE
POISON ASP - The Queen of Egypt takes her own life in a suicide
pact with Mark Antony, aiming for reincarnation from the afterlife CHAPTER
3. WRATH OF THE GODS - The destruction of
Thonis and Alexandria by a giant tsunami in 365 AD, the city sinks below the
sea CHAPTER
4. NEW WORLD ORDER - A Neo-Nazi
inspired plan to regenerate Aryan supremacy using technology to rise above
the ordinary CHAPTER
5. THE
AFTERLIFE - Cleopatra's
tomb lay lost for centuries submerged and out of sight with
little change of discovery CHAPTER
6. CYBERCORE
GENETICA - Nano computer technology is purchased at an auction by a
semi-religious Neuwelt Rittertum. CHAPTER
7. INCUBUS - Roberta
Ferrara persuades Franco Francisco to perfect his cloning machine for the
Neuwelt Rittertum knights
CHAPTER
8. SPLICE
- Klaus and Eva von Kolreuter develop clone conditioning in the search
for everlasting life
CHAPTER
9. TREMORS - Cleopatra's
tomb lay lost for centuries. Until a shift in the tectonic
plates triggered a tremor off the coast of Alexandria
CHAPTER
10. PANAMANIAN
RUNNING MAN - Alexis Luther is clocked in Panama running faster than any
other human
CHAPTER
11. THE AMAZON - John
agrees to meet Charley and CIA's Jack Mason at a location near Manaus CHAPTER
12. TOMB
RAIDERS - Safiya
Sabuka and Musa
Bomani dive among sifting sands to discover
precious artifacts and golden treasures CHAPTER
13. SCOTLAND
YARD - Corrupt Chief Constable Harold Holland works with Nick
Johnson MP to cover up DNA database theft
CHAPTER
14. OPERATION
ALEXANDRIA - Neo-Nazi occultists recover Cleopatra's
sarcophagus from underwater tomb near Palace
CHAPTER
15. KIDNAPPED
- Charley is taken prisoner by
laboratory guards at Amazon hideout, near Manaus. John and Dan rescue her
CHAPTER
16. UNESCO -
Catholic Church fear grave desecration heritage
theft, asks agencies for help. Interpol issue Red Notice.
CHAPTER
17. REPLICANT - The Society reproduce Cleopatra using Francisco's
RepliVator™, uploading synapse sequence and implanted memories
CHAPTER
18. FULL STEAM AHEAD - Storm speeds to Thonis, then uses the Swann's AI
sensors and the Ark
database to find tomb has been plundered
CHAPTER
19. RITUAL SACRIFICE - The Baron prepares a drugged Cleopatra for ceremonial
impregnation
CHAPTER
20. SANCTUM
INTERRUPTUS - John finds secret Nazi hideout near Alexandria,
disturbs ritual - rescues Cleopatra, arresting conspirators
CHAPTER
21. THE CHOSEN ONE - The reincarnated Cleopatra falls for her rescuer. John comes under her
spell, despite her being a replicant
CHAPTER
20. MILITARY
INTERVENTION - The military detain Cleopatra to appease stakeholders, despite media
& medical protests. Storm distraught.
CHAPTER
23. BATTLE
ARMOUR - With some unexplained divine intervention, Dan Hawk talks John
Storm into wearing a bullet proof suit.
CHAPTER
21. DÉJÀ VU - History repeats itself,
military lock up technology as gross violation of human rights, John left disillusioned: FINALE
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