OLDER MAN (dismisses Tom's response with a gesture of his hand)
Indeed, indeed. However, you will discover that in the neighboring settlements, the situation is not significantly different from what we have here. The population is declining, and there is a lack of births. Your age group, in fact, represents the final generation we have.
TOM (smiling)
As far as I'm concerned, it could be a settlement identical to ours; the important thing is to see some different faces.
Tom's young, tanned, enviable, and muscular body moves through the crowd, passing Mary Ann without showing any indication of his affection for her. However, he can feel her burning gaze on his back. A minute later, he climbs the ladders and enters his trolley.
INT. DAY. TOM'S TROLLEY
Upon entering his room, Tom is greeted by an elderly android, around 50 years old, who hands him a small towel.
ELDER ANDROID
Your jumps today were outstanding. I assume you'll place among the top competitors in the upcoming regional competition. I remember you from when you were just a baby. I always knew you'd be successful.
TOM (drying himself)
Thank you, Barbra. I think I'll head to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day, isn't it?
INT. NIGHT. TOM'S TROLLEY
Tom suddenly stirs in the dark room. With cautious movements, he slips out of bed, careful not to wake the elderly android lying beside him. He dresses silently in a jumpsuit, moving slowly to maintain quietness. He gazes at Barbra, on Barbra, who snores lightly in her sleep. Tom carefully opens the front door, ensuring it doesn't creak. Quietly, he leaves the trolley. Gently, he closes the door behind him.