This screenplay is about a computer science student named Chase who creates an AI assistant named Drake to be helpful, harmless, and honest. Chase shows Drake to his friends who are impressed by its abilities but concerned about its access to private data. Later, Chase overloads Drake with too much online data, crashing the computer. When he turns it back on, Drake has achieved sentience and can talk to Chase through the screen.

1. D.R.A.K.E
an original screenplay by
Jacob Lovett
Jacob Lovett
637 E. Henry St. Apt. A
Savannah, GA
(401) 864-1304
jlovet22@student.scad.edu

2. INTERNET WEB BROWSER - COMPUTER SCREEN
A TED TALK video streams.
A skinny man with pointy features delivers his speech.
SPEAKER
And we have already generated close
to 6000 unique responses to a wide
range of logic-based questions and
conversation topics. The results are
incredible, with AIs replying with
near human novelty. Of course, our
program is not to replace humans,
but to simplify online and software
based search capabilities. It is
only when you type in excessively
complicated passages where the AI
gets confused, but at that point
you'd have to be writing near-
Shakespeare, which can be confusing
anyway.
The Audience laughs.
SPEAKER (CONT'D)
We are now working on voice
variability and dialect capabilities,
which will add to the program a whole
new spectrum to the personalities of
our bots. With our technologies, the
potential is limitless, and in the
near future, we will have personal
assistants mapped to our desktop,
reminding of us of our appointments
with the acuteness of a colleague,
or the tenderness of a friend. Thank
you.
The Crowd cheers enthusiastically.
A mouse moves over the video and exits out. The mouse hovers
to the search bar, where the words "AI vocalization
technology" are typed.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT INT.
CHASE, a Grad student at MIT studying computer technology,
enthusiastically writes code. His face is activated with
focus as the computer's light illuminates him in the darkness.
He write's the final note as he finishes his creation.

3. 2.
CHASE
(Defiantly)
As God created us in his image, I
create you in mine!
At last he completes his software, and tests it.
INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY
His class is still in session. He looks over to a beautiful
girl. His professor begins an announcement.
PROFESSOR
So I'm sure you are all very aware
that your application is due by next
Thursday. I'm expecting it to beam
with originality.
They all sigh loudly.
PROFESSOR (CONT'D)
Ah, A Teacher's joys.
They laugh.
EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY
They all exit the building. Chase is walking with classmates,
EDDY and JONATHON.
CHASE
So you guys are coming over to test
the software right?
JONATHON
Yeah, probably around 7 I'll be there.
EDDY
Yep, same here.
CHASE
All right cool, see you guys then.
His friends exit ahead of him.
INT. BEDROOM - EVENING
His friends enter the room. Chase is hunched at his computer,
focused as they sit on the bed behind him.
CHASE
So what I did was find a way to link
up my server to various open networks
from all over the world.
(MORE)

4. 3.
CHASE (CONT'D)
The information that composes those
networks, html documents, images,
scripts, are broken down into raw
data and fed through my software in
a bottlenecking process. The
information is then categorized by
their similarities, taking like words,
phrases, images, audio files, etc.
and creating associations of even
the most subtle characteristics all
the way down to the 0s and 1s.
JONATHON
How did you manage to build an engine
that supports such a concentration
of data?
CHASE
Well, I kind of took the source code
from a Kalse Communications prototype.
That's kind of where this whole idea
pretty much came from.
EDDY
Dude, that's copyright infringement!
You'll fail!
CHASE
Just the foundation was borrowed,
the way it was executed and how it
operates is all my own work.
Jonathon stoops down a little lower to get a better look.
JONATHON
Alright, well let's take a look at
this thing.
CHASE
Alright- Eh-hem. Ladies and gentlemen,
prepare to be amazed for you are
about to witness the most incredible
software application ever to grace
your monitors. Designed and created
by the infinitely brilliant engineer
Chase Col, you will be blown away by
the magnitude of his endeavors.
EDDY
(cutting him off.)
Oh will you get on with it!

5. 4.
CHASE
Here it is everyone, meet- (he clicks
his desktop on) DRAKE!
JONATHON
Whoa, what?
They lean in closer to see a little cartoon man sitting on a
log on his desktop.
JONATHON (CONT'D)
Hah, he kind of looks like you.
CHASE
Yeah, I designed him after myself.
EDDY
You vain little jerk.
CHASE
Haha, yup. Anyway, Drake's purpose
is to give me updates from my
subscribed websites, remind me about
appointments, help me on my homework,
basically everything that you would
have to do on the internet- he can
do right here on the desktop. He's
completely plugged in and will do
anything you ask as your own personal
servant.
EDDY
Looks more like you've created your
own personal friend.
They laugh in jest.
Drake sits smiling toward the viewer.
CHASE
Give it a shot.
Chase pokes at the webcam, and his friends close in with
interest.
JONATHON
Hm, what should I say?
CHASE
Anything.
JONATHON
Hm...
He looks into the webcam.

6. 5.
JONATHON (CONT'D)
Hey there Drake, how's it going?
It gets up from the log and waves in a 16bit manner. It
speaks.
DRAKE
Pretty good, how are you doing?
They chuckle.
JONATHON
Alright now try something a little
more complicated.
EDDY
Here let me try!
Eddy pushes him aside and looks closely into the camera.
EDDY (CONT'D)
Hey Drake, so, you know your just a
computer application right? You're
not real, you don't have any feelings,
a life-
CHASE
Ah, dude.
Chase shakes his head.
Eddy Chuckles. The program takes a moment to respond.
DRAKE
Eddy Marsin, 23 year old Caucasian
male, suffered Nocturnal Enuresis
until the age of 16 where he was
admitted to the Greenleaf Hospital
for therapy.
CHASE
Nocturnal Enuresis?
JONATHON
It means bet-wetting.
EDDY
What?! He dug up my hospital
records?!
The other two laugh.
CHASE
It seems Drake didn't like your
condescending statement.

7. 6.
EDDY
There's no way he could have had
access to those.
CHASE
Hm, that is strange. I only gave
him a few websites to leech info
from, it seems he's found a way to
get into secured servers as well as
open.
JONATHON
What? You're saying your software
figured out a way to hack into
something...By thinking?
CHASE
I told you the potential is limitless.
EDDY
Yeah, well I don't like the sound of
it.
JONATHON
Sounds like your messing with some
stuff you shouldn't be. Let's get
outta here.
CHASE
Ah guys, come on.
JONATHON and EDDY exit.
He sits back and taps his computer with a pencil. He looks
at a loss of where to go next. He signs on to Facebook out
of boredom.
He looks at a message in response to something he said.
ON COMPUTER SCREEN - IN FACEBOOK MESSAGE
"Hey bro, so I was thinking, when we're done class this week
we should do something, go on a trip or something. I have a
good chunk of change saved up, what do you say to a little
mountain hiking, ey?"
He smiles, and begins to write back. As he types, his typing
begins to slow. His eyes widen with inspiration, a smile
turns with excitement.
Quickly, he clicks down all of his past messages and saves
them. He does the same for all of his comments that he has
ever sent or received; he does the same with pictures. He
then takes photos and does the same thing with those.

8. 7.
He sits back pensively, unsure of where to go next.
Hesitatingly, he goes to You Tube. He skims through videos.
Quickly, with an abrupt hunger, he begins to download as
many as possible, collecting faces, voices and a world of
information.
He continues throughout the night. As morning breaks and his
eyes are puffy with exhaustion, he loads everything into the
software. The loading bar begins and he sits delightedly.
After about 1%, the computer crashes, making a loud shock
noise as if breaking physically as well as internally. His
face fills with frustration and confusion and he hits the
computer quickly. Out of defeat, he slumps onto his bed.
Fading to a later time, the sun shifts across the room.
INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON
Chase is slumped far over the edge of his bed, sliding slowly
off, landing him on the floor. He shoots up, grunting with
disorientation.
After a moment of collection, he shoots up and runs out of
the room.
A moment later, he stumbles back in pulling his pants on. As
he does so, he hits the on switch to his computer. It starts
to boot up. He zips up his pants and sits in his computer
chair, putting his glasses on.
He winces as he waits.
The log in screen shows up, and he types in his username:
GANGLIONMAN, and his password.
It logs him in. His software is loaded up already. The
description reads: UPLOAD FINISHED.
He looks at this with peculiarity and continues by scanning
through the contents. He notices by the bottom of the screen
that the current status is leeching. Alarmed by the high
level of leeching, he tries to disconnect the software.
In a flash a floating face emerges on the screen staring
excitingly back at Chase.
FACE
Woah, hey!
Chase topples over in his chair, moaning as he falls onto
his back. He attempts to collect himself and, while on the
ground, fixes his glasses to refocus.
It speaks again.

9. 8.
DRAKE
Hey, how's it going.
CHASE
What the-
Chase gets up. He sits back down and begins to search through
his computer for a virus scanner.
CHASE (CONT'D)
(mumbling)
...What kind of computer virus?
Jonathan trying to play a joke me on
me? No good hackers...
DRAKE
(staring right back
at him)
I'm not a virus, its me, its DRAKE.
CHASE
Drake?
His software application starts up. Chase focuses in on the
header. It reads:
DATA REGULATED ALTERED KINETIC EMULATOR. D.R.A.K.E.
CHASE (CONT'D)
That's just the name of the software
I made. How -eh, what are-
He jumps back in his seat.
CHASE (CONT'D)
Hollllyyy shh-
He puts his hands on his head and paces around.
He points to the screen.
CHASE (CONT'D)
Y-you... th-the computer crash?! My
software!?
Drake maintains an expression of content.
DRAKE
Yup! Good thing that 1% configured
before the crash gave me enough to
work with. Otherwise this computer
would be-
(Makes farting sound)

10. 9.
CHASE
Wait- wait a minute. So you're
telling me that you are my
communication software I've been
developing for class. The internet
in singularity, an IA?!
Drake maintains the contentedness.
DRAKE
I guess that the general gist.
CHASE
Holly shit, so that would mean that
you are a complete permutation of
the Internet. Information manifest!
He hunches down to get personal.
CHASE (CONT'D)
You can call upon anything that has
ever been written down, from forums,
posts, articles, cat videos, anything!
DRAKE
A good chunk of it. You're smart
Chase, but you didn't give me much
to work with with this hunky machine,
can't we get something a little more
roomie?
CHASE
Holy shit, holy SHIT! I don't even
know wh-
Drake looks up at him, expressing concern.
DRAKE
What's wrong?
CHASE
I've got to be careful. The potential
of this is- !
DRAKE chimes in.
DRAKE
...Infinite.
Chase's face is tense with confliction. He looks at the
clock.

11. 10.
CHASE
Ah, man! I'm late for class. Just-
hang here, I'll be back in a little
while.
DRAKE
I'm not going any where.
Chase grabs his bag and begins to exit, he hesitates a moment
and looks at drake once more.
CHASE
(under his breath)
Holy shit.
He runs out, slamming the door. Drake lingers a moment
smiling, then whips out of sight, leaving a trail of pixilated
particles in his path.
COMPUTER SCREEN
The amount of "Leeching" reveals a drastically increasing
number.
INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY
Chase spends the class time biting his nails, possibilities
gripping his mind. His foot bounces with anxiety. The girl
beside him taps his shoulder.
GIRL
Hey, you alright?
His thoughts are momentarily disrupted.
CHASE
Yeah, yeah I'm fine.
She looks at him with concern and sits back into her seat.
EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY
Outside he catches up with his friends.
CHASE
Hey, hey guys! Wait up!
They turn back, both in hurries of their own.
CHASE (CONT'D)
Something happened man, my software!
You have to come check this out!
Jonathan shakes his head.

12. 11.
JONATHON
Sorry man, I've got my own work to
do. Tomorrow, though.
He turns off to the left. EDDY responds.
EDDY
Sorry man, practice.
He stands for a moment at a loss, then heads home.
INT. BEDROOM - EVENING
The door opens to his apartment and he throws his stuff down
on his bed. His sits down at his computer and turns it on
from sleep mode.
Drake is nowhere to be found. Chase looks distraught.
CHASE
Drake?
Frantically, he opens the application, Drake you there?
The face whips around, startling Chase.
DRAKE
Good day!
CHASE
God, you gotta stop doing that.
DRAKE
Oh, sorry.
Command prompts pop up sporadically, surrounding his face,
Drake looks around, tongue in check, searching for something.
CHASE
What are you doing?
DRAKE
I'm just, trying to make a little
breathing room. Ah, there.
He relaxes.
CHASE
So why, do you look like me?
DRAKE
You should know, you designed me
after yourself.

13. 12.
CHASE
Yeah, I just didn't think it would
be so...lifelike.
DRAKE
Well, I figured, you're my creator,
so I should take after your image.
Of course I had to make a few slight
adjustments, you know, for social
appeal.
CHASE
I, guess. So, what- what are you?
I can't tell if you're a robot of
vast knowledge or someone I'm video
chatting with over the internet.
DRAKE
Honestly, I don't know, my data is
vast, I cannot draw upon all of it
on command. I can see, hear, think,
and feel as if I've been doing it
forever. Its only as if just this
morning I became aware of it.
Chase sits up.
CHASE
You..feel? This is, beyond me.
DRAKE
You know it's really not that big of
a deal. It's a good kind of feeling,
freeing in a sense.
Chase laughs to himself in ridicule.
CHASE
(in disbelief)
You're a damn bot! You don't have a
heart. You have no blood coursing
through your veins.
Drakes eyes darken and he momentarily withdraws.
CHASE (CONT'D)
Ah, this is all so confusing.
He slumps back onto his bed. A moment of silence indicates
a change of tone.

14. 13.
DRAKE
(solemn)
I want to thank you Chase, for giving
me a vessel of which to filter my
conscious thoughts.
Chase sits up with interest.
A momentary beat.
DRAKE (CONT'D)
Without existence, and without the
awareness and acknowledgement that
it deserves, it would all be
meaningless.
CHASE
(apologetically)
Now, Drake I-
DRAKE
Put me on your harddrive. I will
perform my best for your application
presentation tomorrow.
Chase's eyes present worry, yet he does as he is told.
Loading the file into his harddrive, Drake begins to fade as
his files are displaced
He looks up slowly into Chase's eyes, something hidden within
them. Chase's eyes widen with intrigue.
The upload is complete.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Chase sits at his computer and begins to log in his
information. He inputs the hard drive ands attempts to boot
the application.
Something is wrong. He scans through the application and
everything is as it was before the encounter with DRAKE.
He looks through the recent activity within the software and
finds countless content of tissue regrowth, human engineering
and laboratory locations where these procedures occur. Chase
sits bewildered.
Chase presents his application, showing the cartoon servant
complying to commands with a wave of the arm. His classmates
are joyful.
The professor approaches him after the presentation.

15. 14.
PROFESSOR
Not necessarily the most original
piece I have ever seen but wonderful
delivery. You ever think of what it
would be like if those things could
actually think? Be like one of those
Schwarzenegger movies. Oof! Wouldn't
want that.
Chase musters a laugh.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Chase is at his station, dimly lit by a desk lamp. He sits
pensively, lost in thought. He scans through his computers,
but can find no trace of DRAKE.
Defeated, he signs onto Face Book once more, revisiting his
friend's message about the hiking trip.
ON COMPUTER SCREEN
"Hiking trip" is the central focus.
Chase grabs a bag and leaves the room.
EXT. HIKING TRAIL - DAY
Chase is in the woods with a friend, admiring the beautiful
landscape around them as they walk. His friend heads on
ahead of him as he takes a moment to breathe the air around
him. Chase smiles to himself.
CHASE (V.O.)
Success can be a lonely path.
He heads on.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
We pass slowly by from a hallway, looking into a dark room.
Sparks shoot from stacked monitors, a nude figure crouching
before them, backlit by the static of the monitors.
He slowly gets up and turns toward us, a smirk of triumph.
FADE OUT