[Day ext.]
Fog extends its arms over a vast tropical forest. Animated navigation graphics appear on the landscape. We are in a low flight. Slow traveling in long curves over the canopy.
successive inserts of a closing clearing, at shorter successive intervals.
reverse shot in the clearing, a giant, almost perfectly round rock stands in the mist.
camera closes on the rock while ascending.
On the top, in a meditating posture, stands Deckard. Eyes closed. Seemingly absent. A white dove sleeps on his thighs.
we hear machinery sounds around, then voices, people are giving orders in short bursts. A futuristic scale is put on the giant rock, army shoes climb.
Slow traveling on Deckard's back, a hand enters the frame and press an electronic device on nape of his neck.
Reverse shot. Close. Deckard's eyes slowly open. Awakening from a long stasis. While the camera slowly backs off with Deckard looking straight into it, the dove takes a slow motion flight on a majestic, misty forest background.
Top of the now empty rock. While in the back vessels launch in steam bursts and take a curve to a mysterious destination, the camera starts to climb down and pan on the right. We enter the misty forest. Out of nowhere, a unicorn run amongst the trees.
[Titles.]
The worst thing to happen to a fantasy work sequel : the godlike urge for the author to close all open lines, to answer all questions. Closure is antinomic to good fantasy.
Yet, an all too common sin. This was predicted for Star Wars, and it happened in all sort of ridiculous manners. Hollywood being more and more Hollywood, and Ridley himself gravitating to Tony's heaviness, I fully expect the worse.