Brian M. Scott <
b.s...@csuohio.edu> wrote:
> On Mon, 24 Aug 2015 01:29:14 +0000 (UTC), Don Kuenz
> <
gar...@crcomp.net> wrote in<
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> rec.arts.sf.written:
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> [...]
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>> As to your question, it seems that nobody mentioned the
>> flora of Pyrrus [1] yet.
>
> Mentioned by Robert Carnegie eight hours before you.
Sure enough. (There's also the group's Pyrrus parlance zeitgeist. :) )
Did anyone mention the deadly flora from _Minority Report_, the movie?
The venomous vine of anger only appears in the Hollywood treatment, not
the novel.
GARDENS
Wild and out of control. A small ivy-covered STONE HOUSE is
nestled into a corner of the property. Smoke rises from the
chimney. Anderton starts down the other side of the wall.
EXT. THE GARDENS - DAY
As Anderton jumps to the ground. His shirt is ripped; his
arms scratched from what he realizes are THORNS embedded in
the vines.
We hear RUSTLING as, behind Anderton, several of the plants
unfurl to their full dimensions of eight feet and wrap their
vines around Anderton's neck and torso.
He breaks free. We hear CLASSICAL MUSIC O.S. and Anderton
moves through the gardens towards it. He stops, dizzy,
touches his forehead and then looks off at...
A GREENHOUSE
Where we see A WOMAN, 50, dressed in a wide-brimmed hat and
gardening attire, attending to the plants, gently spraying,
then wiping each leaf with a small, square cloth...
Anderton staggers into the greenhouse, something now quite
wrong with him.
ANDERTON
Dr. Hineman --
Quick as a flash she holds up her cane and a six-inch BLADE
extends from the tip to Anderton's throat. She looks down
the length of it at Anderton, his ripped clothing, bruised
face, and scratched arms.
IRIS
You're trespassing.
He starts to sway, touches his forehead.
IRIS
Something wrong?
ANDERTON
I'm a little dizzy...
She casually leans on the cane, shoving the blade back up inside.
IRIS
Yes, I'm afraid that would be from the Doll's Eye.
ANDERTON
The what?
IRIS
The vine -- the Baneberry that scratched you during
your illegal climb over my wall...
She leads Anderton over to a wooden table just inside the
greenhouse where she's got AFTERNOON TEA set up.
IRIS
It's not a true Doll's Eye, of course, but a little
hybrid of my own design.
Anderton staggers, grabs hold of the table for support.
IRIS
It's quite something, once the poison gets into your
bloodstream, you'll start to see what I can only
describe as the most extraordinary display of blue
objects.
Anderton struggles. She watches him a moment.
IRIS
This just isn't your week, is it, Chief?
He pulls his gun. She shakes her head...
IRIS
Now now...
She easily takes it away from him, jacks the clip onto the table,
then calmly pours a cup of tea.
IRIS
You have three minutes to tell me what you're doing
here before I feed you to a few of my more predacious
plants.
--
,-. There was a young lady named Bright
\_/ Whose speed was far faster than light;
{|||)< Don Kuenz KB7RPU She set out one day
/ \ In a relative way
`-' And returned on the previous night.
What you do speaks so loud that I can not hear what you say. - Emerson.