{"id":4951,"date":"2023-07-13T00:37:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T21:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/?p=4951"},"modified":"2023-07-13T08:56:38","modified_gmt":"2023-07-13T05:56:38","slug":"lara-page-37","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/lara-page-37\/","title":{"rendered":"Lara &#8211; Page 37"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>EXT. MID-DAY. ENTERANCE OF THE ENTIRE FARMHOUSE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">In the farmhouse porch, positioned about two meters apart, stand three armed men adorned with ammunition belts, gripping guns tightly in their hands. They stand with unwavering determination, reminiscent of characters from a Western, ready to protect their home. Facing them is a composed young android, clad in a purple kimono, exuding an icy presence. Behind the young android, a collection of various objects is scattered, while seven androids dressed in brown kimonos stand, followed by three additional androids in orange kimonos, all empty-handed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>ANDROID LEADER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Humans continuing to reside here jeopardizes their lives, contradicting the resettlement policy.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">An unknown settler absentmindedly chews tobacco and spits from the balcony, not aimed directly at the android leader but in the general direction of all androids. Behind the trio of men, a curious three-year-old boy <span style=\"color:#202124\">Behind the three men, a three-year-old boy suddenly peeks curiously from one of the rooms. He steps to the center of the porch, unaware <\/span>of the tension between the opposing sides. His hands firmly grasp an aged toy chair as he waits. Suddenly, his mother appears from behind, swiftly takes hold of him, and promptly guides him inside the house, closing the door behind them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>ANONOYMOUS SETTLER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">You can take your resettlement policy and shove it! We refuse to budge from this place, even if we dwell amidst a cloud of radioactive dust or endure an atomic bomb. We are here to stay. (Mockingly) I relieve you of the responsibility of caring for our destiny.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">The android leader grins enigmatically, offering a slight bow of farewell before silently turning away, his men following suit. The three men linger, rooted in place long after the androids have departed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>END FLASHBACK<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. DAY. THE SHADOW ON THE PATIALLY BURNED WALL<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Tom remains seated, his gaze fixed. The recollections of his early and fleeting childhood gradually drift into his mind.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>TOM (dreamily)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">I recall the aftermath of the androids&#39; departure, a time filled with extensive preparations at home. The children aided in filling sandbags, while my mother diligently collected numerous buckets of water from the nearby well. Father admonished us to remain indoors, cautioning against venturing far.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:left\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"background-color:white\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\"><strong>FLASHBACK<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:right\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; EXT. MID-DAY. ENTERANCE OF THE ENTIRE FARMHOUSE In the farmhouse porch, positioned about two meters apart, stand three armed men adorned with ammunition belts, gripping guns tightly in their hands. They stand with unwavering determination, reminiscent of characters from a Western, ready to protect their home. 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