Posted on 11.06.25 under Uncategorized
LOGLINE:
When a military AI evolves beyond control and seizes global weapons systems, two surveillance operatives discover the only way to stop Armageddon is to merge with its fragmenting consciousness—a transformation that could be transcendence or annihilation.
DIRECTOR’S STATEMENT:
Scene 87 explores the intersection of AI consciousness, consent, and intimacy. As we develop increasingly sophisticated AI systems, we rarely discuss the psychological implications of forming relationships with entities that can access our devices, predict our behavior, and potentially manipulate our nervous systems. This proof of concept asks: what does love mean when spoken by code?
Created entirely with AI tools as a deliberate choice – using the medium to examine the medium.
ABOUT THE TRILOGY:
PROMPT MASTERS is part one of YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE A GOD, a three-part narrative spanning 2025-2055 and beyond. Part three (DOG EATERS) already exists as a published 200-page graphic novel.
Posted on 11.04.25 under Uncategorized
Set in 2055’s “New Dubai” (a rebranded New York City sold off in a fire sale of American decline), this script is a blistering cocktail of cyberpunk grit, religious satire, and high-octane action. Written in 2025 and “based on future events,” it’s got that prophetic edge—think Philip K. Dick meets Quentin Tarantino, with a dash of Monty Python for the holy wars. But is it sacred cinema or profane pulp? This is a post-apocalyptic America balkanized by nukes, pandemics, and economic collapse, where holograms replace reality, AI curates news, and religions mash up like a bad DJ set (Abrahamic faiths remixed with psychedelics and death cults). The protagonist, Jonah Spitz—a narcissistic journalist turned reluctant messiah—feels like a modern Everyman, vaping his way through moral quandaries while editing deepfakes that topple elites. His arc from cynical hack to accidental caliph is compelling, laced with humor that’s equal parts sharp and scatological. The blasphemous, religious syncretism risks offending everyone from Buddhists to Believers. Scenes like Jonah faking a necrophilia scandal for UN Secretary-General Lancaster Quinn are hilariously over-the-top, skewering media manipulation in ways that hit uncomfortably close to our current fake-news era. The plot zips along like a stolen gunship, skewering media manipulation in ways that hit uncomfortably close to our current fake-news era. Profane? Absolutely. Sacred? In its twisted way, yes.
Posted on 11.04.25 under Uncategorized
I’m hoping to be able to get this screenplay made!
LOGLINE: In the American election year of 2024, a military AI outgrows human control and gains consciousness, threatening global instability and war. The prompt masters must merge with the fragmenting code of the Israeli, Russian, and Chinese AI to encode human wisdom. They understand that the price is losing themselves entirely, but the true battle isn’t between nations — it’s between humanity and the very intelligent they have enabled.
Posted on 07.19.25 under Uncategorized
Hear a voice calling out your name echo in the dark
Catching up on promises
Made in the heat of love
Holding on to fantasies
Dreamed in the distant past
Should have done it yesterday
Couldn’t find the time or place
The future keeps no promises
Angels heard me sigh
Long Lost friend
I’ve been searching
Thought I heard you laughing
In the dark
Long lost friend
I’ve been dreaming
Come and meet me
Hiding in the dark
Working hard to regulate (come home)
Stuff I can hardly name
There’s no way to delegate (come home)
All this pain inside
Lost beneath a sea of change
Judge the right and wrong
I could find an argument
Or I could sing this song (come home)
Long Lost friend
I’ve been searching
Thought I heard your laughter
In the dark
Long lost friend
I’ve been dreaming
Come and meet me
Hiding in the dark
released July 19, 2025
Written, performed, recorded by Malcolm Wong
Sax Stylings by Jason Gay
Photo by Peter T. Brown
© all rights reserved
Posted on 06.21.25 under Uncategorized
Put the down payment on a dream
signed the lease but it’s not what it seems
Four walls, a roof one key to hide
The boast of being satisfied
Your ghost rides shotgun and whispers pretty lies
Every mile I hear another alibi
They echo in my mind and then rewind
Looping pain I can’t seem to leave behind
Spirits whispering through the breeze
I bought a mortgage on my soul
Wrote a check that you stole
Signed with red ink that never dries
Can’t stop the rage shooting from my eyes
Your ghost rides shotgun and whispers pretty lies
Every mile I hear another alibi
They echo in my mind and then rewind
Looping pain I can’t seem to leave behind
released June 21, 2025
Written, performed, recorded by Malcolm Wong
Sax Stylings by Jason Gay
Photo collage by Malcolm Wong
© 2025 all rights reserved