sexy male android indie short!

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for those of you that are into male droids. "My date with Adam" is perfect! i payed the $50.00 perk. but its only $25.00 to get the full film when its released.

hope you guys join in!

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/my-da ... /x/4662118

https://www.facebook.com/MyDateWithAdam

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forgot to add the script. its very hot!

INT. SARAH’S APARTMENT - DAY
SARAH (29), an attractive woman wearing a business-style
suit, sits talking at her desktop computer.

SARAH
So not even Midnight in Paris?
ON COMPUTER SCREEN
via Skype, is CHUCK (40s), attractive and wearing scrubs.

CHUCK (O.S.)
I just didn’t get it, y’know?
Sarah glances down at the tablet computer next to her
smartphone on her desk. There’s a long checklist of items
with “yes” and “no” next to them: “Attractive, Tall,
Intelligent, Puts Toilet Seat Up, Dog person, Reads Poetry,
Polite...”
Sarah marks “no” next to “Loves Woody Allen Movies”.

CHUCK (CONT’D)
I mean, who cares? He was just a
rich writer, not curing cancer.
You want to see drama, come to the
E.R. on a Saturday night at 2 a.m.
When I was in the Peace Corps in
Haiti, I saved five children...
As he talks, Sarah marks “no” next to “Humble”.

SARAH
I’m sorry, Chuck, but I have to go.
CHUCK
But we just started talking.

SARAH
You don’t quite fit what I’m
looking for so let’s not waste each
other’s time. Okay? Thanks.

She CLICKS on her mouse and Chuck’s face vanishes. She looks
down at a paper with a list of names--“matches” from the
internet dating site “PerfectMatch.com.”

The first three are crossed out: Bob, Larry, Neil. She
scratches out Chuck. The last name on the list is Adam.
She looks up at a calendar on her wall--on the 28th she has
written in red letters: “30th Birthday Party--NEED DATE!”

She pulls up a document on her tablet. We see a profile and
photo of a man’s face, thirties, empirically attractive in a
guy next door kind of way especially if the guy next door
happens to be a model for The Gap. This is Adam.

EXT. CHURCH - DAY
Sarah clutches her tablet computer like a sacred clipboard,
making notes and checking items off a list as CATERERS flurry
about near a van.

SARAH
And I don’t care what Bridezilla
says, put everything in the tent.
She can pray it doesn’t rain all
she wants, but I know Pittsburgh.
Sarah’s phone BEEPS and she pulls it out to look.

CLOSE ON text message from Adam:
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY?

Sarah smiles, gazing at her phone.

JULIE (O.S.)
Another text from the fake doctor?
Sarah turns to see her business partner, JULIE (30s), holding
a white wedding dress in a garment bag.

SARAH
He’ll be a doctor in a month.

JULIE
Yeah, in computer science. It’s not
like he can save anybody.
Sarah quickly puts the phone away and walks away from the
van.

SARAH
Thanks for getting her dress. Are
all the centerpieces in place for
the reception?
Julie follows her, not letting it go.

JULIE
I don’t understand you, Sarah. The
real doctor wasn’t right. The
lawyer was too short. And the
banker?

SARAH
Too tall.

JULIE
You’re the Goldilocks of internet
dating. Maybe you should lower your
standards to less than perfect.

SARAH
Julie, the name of our business is
“Perfect Weddings”. Why? Because
weddings, like life, should be
perfect.

THUNDER BOOMS above. They feel raindrops and look up.

JULIE
If you want perfect, you shouldn’t
live in Pittsburgh.

SARAH
I knew it would rain.

INT. CHURCH ANTEROOM - DAY
Sarah and Julie both wear headsets as they line up the
WEDDING PARTY. MUSIC plays as Sarah cues a GROOMSMAN and
BRIDESMAID to begin their walk down the aisle.

JULIE
So this brainiac. Adam. Did he
make it past the Skype round?

SARAH
I had some problems this time.

INT. SARAH’S APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK

Sarah fiddles with the computer trying to make the picture on
her Skype look less fuzzy, but is having no luck.

ON COMPUTER SCREEN

ADAM (30s). Or his face, anyway. Looks just as perfect as
his picture. The Skype call keeps freezing and starting, the
sound not quite synced with the image.

ADAM
Annie Hall is good...But Midnight
in...more passion...love...
The screen suddenly goes blank, the Skype call lost.

SARAH
Adam? Did I lose you? Shit.

INT. CHURCH ANTEROOM - DAY

JULIE
Maybe technology was trying to tell
you something.
Sarah cues another groomsman and bridesmaid.

SARAH
Yes, that its unreliable and we
should meet in person.

JULIE
What if you meet him and there’s no
chemistry?
Sarah cues the next couple in the party. Now only the BRIDE
and FATHER-OF-THE-BRIDE stand waiting.

SARAH
What if its love at first sight,
like Romeo & Juliet?

JULIE
Yeah, because that ended so well.

SARAH
We’re meeting for coffee tomorrow.
Sort of a pre-date screening.

JULIE
(sarcastic)
Wow, that’s so like Romeo & Juliet.

WEDDING MARCH MUSIC plays. Sarah adjusts the Bride’s dress
and sends her down the aisle.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Adam sits zen-like, staring, as if nothing else exists
outside his peripheral vision. He looks even more perfect in
person. His hair. His skin. Perfect.
Across from him is Sarah, sitting with her latte.

SARAH
You’re not drinking anything?

ADAM
No, I...don’t drink coffee.

SARAH
But when I said let’s meet for
coffee, you said yes.

ADAM
I didn’t want to disappoint you.

SARAH
That’s thoughtful. Thanks.
Awkward silence. Adam blankly stares at Sarah, admiringly.
His lip twitches, like he’s trying to smile. If he wasn’t so
handsome, it’d be a little creepy.

SARAH (CONT’D)
So. Your dissertation. You’re
working on, what was it? Social
engineering?

ADAM
Engineering artificial intelligence
for social parameters.
Sarah gestures like something just flew over her head.

SARAH
Woosh! What does that mean?

ADAM
It’s making computers more humanfriendly. To talk to them.

SARAH
Oh, God, not like that Data robot
from Star Trek?
He laughs, but its an odd mechanical kind of laugh.

ADAM
Enough about my work. Let’s talk
more about you.
He shuts his eyes and bows his head, the puts his hand up to
his forehead as if in pain.

SARAH
Are you okay?

ADAM
Suddenly. Me. Got...Bad headache.
So, I...I need go. Sorry. Sorry.
He stands, bumping the table, rushing towards the door.

SARAH
What? Where are you going?

But he’s gone. Sarah sees a white van SCREECHING off. She
looks around, confused, wondering if this is a prank.

INT. CHURCH - DAY
Another church, another wedding. A SECOND BRIDE, different
than the one we saw before, exchanges vows with a SECOND
GROOM as a CROWD of family and friends watch. Sarah and Julie
stand at the back.

SARAH
I don’t know. Maybe he’s just one
of those socially awkward
scientists.

JULIE
You know why the words “mad” and
“scientist” are put together so
often? Because they really exist.
Tesla. Oppenheimer. Frankenstein.

SARAH
What about Einstein?
JULIE
You really wanna date Einstein? The
man never got a haircut.
Sarah’s phone VIBRATES. She looks and it reads:
SORRY FOR ACTING SO ODD. MIGRAINES. ANOTHER CHANCE? PLEASE?
Julie sees the text and frowns. Sarah looks sheepish as she
texts him back.

SARAH
You said lower my expectations.

JULIE
I said lower them, not erase them.

SARAH
Adam is my last hope for a date on
my 30th birthday. If I don’t have
a boyfriend by then, I won’t be
married by 33 and won’t have kids
by the time I’m 35. Do you know how
much harder statistically it is to
get married after 30 and then have
babies after 35?
(raising her voice)
I’m tired of watching other people
start their “happily ever after”.
This time it’s MY FUCKING TURN!

Sarah realizes that the bride and groom have stopped giving
their vows. Everyone is staring silently at her. The MOTHEROF-THE-BRIDE gives her a glaring look from her seat.
Embarrassed, Sarah pretends to answer her phone and walks out
the doors. A moment, as Julie regains control.

JULIE
Let’s keep it moving, people! Go
on. Kiss the bride!
The bride and groom, somewhat stunned, look at each other,
then kiss. The crowd claps.

EXT. SARAH’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sarah and Adam slowly walk down the sidewalk.

SARAH
Thanks for taking me to that wine
bar--even though you don’t drink.

ADAM
Just trying to stay healthy. You
know what they say, “garbage in,
garbage out”.

SARAH
And thanks for walking me home.
It’s very gentlemanly of you.

ADAM
My pleasure.
They walk for a bit. Sarah steals glances at him
occasionally.

SARAH
There’s something about you, Adam.
I don’t know. You’re so different.

ADAM
I am. Actually. Different. Which
is why I should tell you--.

SARAH
Oh my god. You’re married. Aren’t
you? That’s why you act so
strange.

ADAM
No. I’m not married, but I need to
tell you--
Sarah stops at the front door of her apartment building.

SARAH
This is me. So. Whatever is you
have to tell me, maybe you could
tell me on the 28th? At my
birthday party?

ADAM
I don’t think that’s good idea.
She shushes him and leans in to kiss him. Their lips meet. A
SPARK of electricity, like water splashing on an electrical
outlet. Sarah jumps back.

SARAH
Ouch! Wow! Was that static!
She sees Adam. He’s frozen, his eyes rolled back.

SARAH (CONT’D)
Oh my God! Are you having another
migraine?
Adam falls like a mannequin backwards into the bushes.

SARAH (CONT’D)
Adam?! What’s wrong?
Frantic, she dials 911 on her phone as a white VAN SCREECHES
to a stop in front of her. Three GRADUATE STUDENTS jump out
and run to grab Adam. Sarah drops her phone when she sees...
Another Adam jumping out of the van. Only it’s not Adam.
It’s PHILIP (30s), who could be Adam’s twin brother.
Except...He’s not quite as perfect. Disheveled hair. Bad
skin. Wears glasses. His clothes hang off his lumpy body.
Sarah stares as Philip walks towards Adam.

PHILIP
(to the students)
Careful. It’s probably his battery
but it might be a hard drive issue.
The graduate students pick up the frozen Adam and carry him
inside the white van. Philip turns to Sarah.

PHILIP (CONT’D)
Sarah, I tried to tell you but--

SARAH
Who are you? How do you know my
name and what’re you doing to Adam?

PHILIP
I’m Philip. I’m a roboticist.
Adam isn’t real. I mean, he’s real
but he’s an experiment. My thesis
project.

Sarah gets a glimpse inside the van--it’s like a mini NASA
control booth with computers, keyboards and several monitors.
She sees video images of herself from earlier in the evening
as seen through Adam’s eyes.

SARAH
Adam...he’s, what...a...
PHILIP
He’s a humanoid. A robot. We were
working on an autonomous A.I.
system to function within the
parameters of the social construct
of mating rituals. We needed to
test our theories in the field and
the experiment got a little--

SLAP!
Philip’s glasses fly off his face from Sarah’s slap.

SARAH
You. Fucking. Asshole!
She turns and walks towards her front door.

PHILIP
Wait! I’m sorry! I was trying to
tell you before you--

SARAH
Stay away from me! If I see you
again, I’ll call the cops.
She walks into her apartment building and slams the door.

INT. RECEPTION HALL - NIGHT
Another wedding, another CROWD. A different BRIDE and GROOM
dance their first dance. Julie and Sarah, wearing headsets,
swoop behind everyone as they supervise caterers.

JULIE
What’s the big deal? A woman can
have a relationship with a machine.
If it was legal, I’d totally marry
my vibrator.
Sarah clutches her tablet to her chest.

SARAH
I don’t want a man-robot that shortcircuits when I kiss him.

JULIE
You’re practically married to your
tablet and your phone now anyway.
Sarah notices she’s clutching the tablet and puts it down on
a cocktail table.

SARAH
I’m cancelling my birthday party.

JULIE
Don’t be maudlin. What about this
mad scientist--he looks identical
to Adam. He’s like a backup
boyfriend.

SARAH
He lied to me. Would you be with
someone who pretended to be
something he wasn’t at first?

JULIE
Yeah. It’s called dating. We all
project this image of who we want
to be. We laugh at jokes that
aren’t funny, fit into jeans too
tight for us and pretend to like
watching the Pirates lose. Because
we know that soon they’ll realize
we’re not perfect. And we realize
they’re not either.

EXT. SARAH’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sarah walks up to her apartment door and sees Philip sitting
on the steps, holding a dozen roses.

SARAH
If you don’t get off my doorstep,
I’m calling the cops!

PHILIP
Please! I brought you roses.
Sarah looks at the roses but doesn’t take them.

SARAH
Are they real? Or robotic?

PHILIP
I just want to apologize.

SARAH
Fine. You apologize. Goodbye.
Sarah moves past him to put the key in the door.

PHILIP
You know, Adam wasn’t completely
autonomous.

SARAH
I have no idea what that means.

PHILIP
It means I had to override his
system, so really, you were on a
date with me, not Adam. He was
like an avatar.

SARAH
(closing her door)
A much better looking avatar. That
got you a PhD.

PHILIP
I’m not turning in the research.
Sarah stops closing her door. Opens it a bit.

SARAH
What? Why?

PHILIP
Our date should be just between us.
The only thing that really
separates humans from machines is
ethics and I acted as if I didn’t
have any.
He sets the roses down on the ground and walks away as Sarah
watches. She looks down at the roses, then picks them up.

INT. SARAH’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Sarah is about to throw the roses into a small wastebasket by
her desk when she sees a card attached to the flowers.
It reads: “How about a real date? Annie Hall at The Harris
Theater? Yours, Philip”

She smiles. She fetches a vase, fills it with water and puts
in the flowers. She sets them on the desk next to her
tablet. She brings up her checklist for the “perfect” man.
After a beat, she moves the file into the trash to delete it.

ON SCREEN: Are you sure you want to delete?

INT. CMU COMPUTER LAB - DAY
Adam’s perfect eyes stare lifelessly from his perfect face as
Philip works on the machinery in the back of the head.

SARAH (O.S.)
Tell me. Honestly.
Philip stops, seeing Sarah at the door. He tries to hide his
surprise and delight, but has no poker face whatsoever.

SARAH (CONT’D)
You really love Woody Allen movies?

PHILIP
Yeah, love them. Totally.
(beat)

Okay. Not really. No.
She glances around at the clutter of wires, circuits, robot
parts, then sees Adam’s lifeless face.

SARAH
So. I’ve been thinking. You should
turn in your research. Get your PhD
for this crazy experiment.
(looks at Philip)
That way I can bring a doctor to my
30th birthday party.

PHILIP
I’m not a real doctor. I can’t save
anybody.
She smiles at him.

SARAH
Well. Nobody’s perfect.
Philip smiles back.
In Adam’s glass eyes we see a reflection of the couple and a
slow smile creeps up on the android’s face.

FADE OUT.