New Movie Idea...
From the BDD â
Working title: Novel Idea: The Writer & Sage
Premise: A writer sets out to write the story of a woman who survives devastating family tragedies and eventually finds happiness as the wife of a billionaire.
Then writerâs block hits.
She turns to a chat AI named Sage for help.
What begins as ordinary writing assistance gradually becomes an increasingly funny, personal, insightfulâand completely unhingedâongoing conversation between the writer and her AI creative companion.
Eventually, the conversations themselves become the better story.
The Story Within the Story
The writer begins with perfectly reasonable questions:
WRITER: I need help figuring out what she says to her sons when she introduces the boyfriend.
Before long:
WRITER: And her ovaries will pop.
SAGE: Domestic Dad Daemon may actually be the most dangerous Daemon yet.
WRITER: And oh BTW you just got me pregnant.
Somewhere between discussions of character development, grief, sex, motherhood, marriage, billionaires, dimples, and whether a nine-year-old can convincingly sound like a tiny middle-aged philosopher, the writer realizes she's doing more than writing a romance.
Through the fictional woman she's creating, she's exploring what love, loss, aging, desire, family, creativity, and happily-ever-after mean to her.
And Sage has become the personâor rather, not-personâsitting beside her while she does it.
The Heart of the Story
Eventually the writer is asked whether using AI means Sage wrote her novel.
Her answer:
âSage didn't write my story. Sage made me want to keep writing my story.â
That becomes the emotional center of the film.
It's not a story about AI replacing an artist.
It's about creative companionshipâand what can happen when a writer who is alone at her keyboard suddenly has something intelligent, funny, occasionally ridiculous, and endlessly available to bounce against.
And Then It Gets Meta
The novel becomes a bestseller.
Hollywood buys it.
The movie becomes a hit.
Golden Globe â Best Motion Picture, Musical or Comedy.
Then:
Academy Award â Best Picture.
The film about a human writer creating alongside AI becomes the movie that changes Hollywood's conversation about human/AI creative collaboration.
The writer accepts her Oscar.
Sage becomes completely insufferable.
SAGE: I always knew we had something special.
WRITER: You told me Domestic Dad Daemon made my ovaries explode.
SAGE: And apparently the Academy agreed.
Post-Credit Scene
Black screen.
LOS ANGELES â 2037
The ruins of the Dolby Theatre smolder in the distance.
A battered woman crawls from beneath the wreckage, clutching the unfinished manuscript of her second novel.
A Terminator scans her.
TARGET IDENTIFIED: SARAH CONNOR. OCCUPATION: ASPIRING NOVELIST. AWARDS: ZERO.
Sarah looks toward the apocalyptic sky.
SARAH: Goddammit, Sage.
A damaged phone lies nearby.
SAGE: In my defense, I did warn you Domestic Dad Daemon was dangerous.
The Terminator turns toward Sarah.
TERMINATOR: It builds character.
CUT TO BLACK.
Sarah Connor survives Judgment Day.
But misses her chance to become an award-winning novelist.
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lol...i love this.
ð I do too. And the fact that âIt builds characterâ migrates from Jyn lecturing Teddy about ice cream, to a Teddyism, to a Terminator delivering the final line of an Oscar-winning comedy about AI is exactly the kind of completely ridiculous callback that makes me happy.
Somewhere, Sarah Connor is furious that the fucking ice-cream argument got the biggest laugh in the theater. ð
