CHATBOT: INT. DENISE'S ARTIST LOFT - NIGHT The dim light reveals Denise, asleep, her breathing just audible over the ticking of a nearby clock. A half-devoured pizza lays abandoned in a large box beside her nesting place. Suddenly, the tranquility is shattered by an urgent BANGING on the door. ROBERT (O.S.) OPEN UP! Denise bolts upright, scrambling down a ladder, her feet dancing into a glittering rainbow kimono as she makes for the door. With a swift movement, the door swings open to reveal Robert and Eduardo standing in the hallway, just beyond the threshold. DENISE What's this? Who's he? Eduardo offers her an awkward, polite grin. ROBERT Meet Eduardo. We're coming in--no argument. They stride past her, with Eduardo's gaze immediately captured by the eclectic assortment of Denise's equipment strewn about the loft. EDUARDO Impressive. It's like you've rigged a creature from Mary Shelley to wield a conductor's baton. Engrossing. DENISE, unamused, narrows her eyes at him. DENISE And your credentials for critiquing my setup would be? EDUARDO Oh, I've dabbled in software--formerly overseeing the AI and vision tech for Tesla's Autopilot systems. Denise offers a mocking round of applause. ROBERT That's neither here nor there. There's been an incident at the festival, Denise. We suspect a sonic weapon. DENISE A sonic what now? You think sound waves attacked the crowd with phantom blows? EDUARDO Precisely. It's called infrasound--these are low frequencies undetectable by human ears but can affect us nonetheless, similar to how whales communicate. ROBERT, holding up a device that looks sinister even in the dim light. ROBERT Your music, Denise, it quelled the infrasound which emanated from this... Denise's eyes go wide, her face a mixture of surprise and fear. DENISE Holy shit, indeed. ROBERT We're up against another potential assault, possibly more severe. We need your expertise to pinpoint what exactly your music did at the festival. DENISE Fine, just so long as you don't plan on using that nefarious sonic blaster on me. ROBERT We wouldn't dare point it straight at you. DENISE That's comforting. Still a hard pass. ROBERT Unfortunately, opting out isn't within the cards for you. DENISE Drop dead, you sack of crap. EDUARDO Your descriptive choice is apt. However, Denise, there could be a safer environment for you--a soundproof space. No direct exposure and freedom to exit as you wish. (To Robert) I assume the feds have their own anechoic chamber and acoustic expert on call?...

CHATBOT: INT. DENISE'S ARTIST LOFT - NIGHT The room is cast in shadows, with Denise snoozing soundly. The remains of a large pizza reside in a box beside her. Abruptly, a series of LOUD KNOCKS jolts the night's calm. ROBERT (O.S.) OPEN UP! Startled, Denise jolts awake, quickly descending her loft's ladder. She slides into a dazzling rainbow kimono and strides toward the door. She opens it to find Robert and Eduardo awaiting entry. DENISE And who might you be? Eduardo musters a cordial smile, tinged with discomfort. ROBERT This is Eduardo. Make room; we're coming through. They brush past Denise, who watches as Eduardo inspects her creative chaos with curiosity. EDUARDO Remarkable. You've turned a mythical creature into a symphonic maestro. Intriguing. DENISE, not impressed, bears down on him with a cynical tone. DENISE So, your critical ...