Opening Scene:
We see Alex in a little, jumbled condo loaded up with cutting edge contraptions. The environment is tense. A holographic bill floats before Alex, gleaming red with a gigantic sum due.
Alex (mumbling):
"$10,000 for relaxing? You must mess with me."
Alex taps a button on the 3D image, starting a call. The screen transforms into a cosmic client care logo that peruses: "CosmoCorp - Serving All Conscious Creatures Starting around 3067." A lively mechanical voice replies.
CosmoCorp man-made intelligence (happy):
"Much obliged to you for calling CosmoCorp! Your stand by time is... computing... around 2 hours."
Alex:
"Ugh. Regular."
Unexpectedly, the stand by music cuts off, and an outsider face shows up on the screen. Zix, a purple, disgusting outsider with sparkling yellow eyes, squints at Alex.
Zix:
"Hi! You've arrived at Zix, Intergalactic Client support Specialist. How might I help you in this, uh, existential emergency?"
Alex (befuddled):
"Uh, no emergency. I'm questioning a bill for oxygen membership."
Zix (shifting head):
"Oxygen? That... vaporous component? For what reason would you say you are being charged for it? Isn't sans it on The planet?"
Alex:
"Indeed, it used to be, yet presently CosmoCorp claims the freedoms to air dissemination, and they're cheating me!"
Zix (composing irately on a shining control center):
"Gracious, I see. As per our records, you've been charged for premium oxygen — 'extra new, mountain-enhanced.' Sounds extravagant!"
Alex (mocking):
"Definitely, in light of the fact that breathing dirtied city air wasn't doing it for me."
Zix (serious):
"Phenomenal decision, then, at that point!"
Alex (facepalm):
"See, there's been a misstep. I didn't pursue premium oxygen. Fix it."
Zix (reluctant):
"All things considered, per CosmoCorp strategy, all questions require proof. Did you record yourself breathing customary air prior to changing to premium?"
Alex:
"Is it true that you are significant? Who records themselves relaxing?"
Zix (matter-of-reality):
"Everybody in Area 9 gets it done! It's actual in vogue."
The pressure ascends as Alex's dissatisfaction develops.
Midpoint Struggle
Zix uncovers that the charging issue isn't just about oxygen. Alex unwittingly bought into a bundle that incorporates "State of mind Improving Gravity" and "Premium Daylight Channel."
Alex:
"Premium daylight?! The sun is free!"
Zix:
"Not when it's separated through our protected Bliss Lens™. You couldn't need exhausting, unfiltered daylight, OK?"
Alex:
"This is burglary! Drop everything!"
Zix (anxiously):
"Indeed, um, I can't drop without endorsement from the manager. Allow me to move you."
An uncomfortable silence follows. Zix's manager ends up being an artificial intelligence framework that cycles demands at the speed of administration.
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Climactic Goal
Alex finds that Zix is similarly as disappointed with the framework. Zix admits they've been stuck in client support for quite a long time as a feature of a discipline for a previous slip-up.
Alex:
"So... you're caught in this work?"
Zix (murmurs):
"Indeed. I can take care of issues for each specie with the exception of myself."
Alex (stops, then grins):
"OK, Zix. Imagine a scenario in which we cooperate. You drop my oxygen bill, and I'll document a grievance to liberate you from this work. Shared benefit."
Zix (eyes illuminating):
"There's absolutely nothing you wouldn't do? Truly?"
Alex:
"Provided that you fix this oxygen garbage first."
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Finishing Scene
With a speedy hack, Zix drops Alex's bill. Alex documents the objection and leaves a sparkling survey for Zix. As the call closes, Zix grins interestingly.
Zix (to themselves):
"Perhaps not all people are awful."
The screen blurs to dark with a last message: "CosmoCorp isn't liable for any potentially negative results of consumer loyalty."
The End
