THIS AD IS RIDICULOUS. IT'S PLAYED, HOWEVER, WITH THE UTMOST
               SERIOUSNESS AND GRAVITAS, AS IF THE FATE OF THE ENTIRE
               UNIVERSE WERE IN THE BALANCE.

               INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

               MOVING relentlessly, following the beat of a pair of combat
               boots through a dark space.

               Now on her face, a young woman - MAJOR KATSURAGI - face
               determined, locked onto her objective, seeking it out.

               She wears a utilitarian hybrid of body armor, tactical combat
               vest, and work clothes. On top of her head sits a bulky
               looking pair of EYEPHONES... Think night vision goggles
               designed by Sony. Everything about her countenance, her gear,
               her walk represents a parody of determination... 

               PUSHING IN on her as she comes through this dark,
               subterranean space, cold blue light arcing across her face.
               We're somewhere non-descript, industrial but dead. The kind
               of place where conspiracies are planned or shady experiments
               carried out.

               And sure enough, we see THE SETUP. A hive of monitors,
               computers, electrical gear, all patched together like a rat's
               nest made of silicon.

               PUSHING IN on The Setup - schematics run on various monitors
               indicating various degrees of information on a human subject.

               Three SCIENTISTS turn from their computers and salute the
               Major as she approaches.

               She eyes her target...

               PUSHING IN on an ordinary looking young man, the SUBJECT.
               He's restrained by metallic braces to his wrists. He looks
               tired, worn, defeated - but ultimately blank, betraying
               nothing.

               One of the scientists gives The Major a knowing look. He
               shakes his head left to right. Nothing conclusive.

               The Major gives a curt nod. She's going to proceed.

               INSERT of the monitors. Pulsing -

               DANGER

               EXPERIMENTAL PROCEDURE

               Rows of numbers pulsing by.

               The scientists prepare, pushing buttons, looking at readouts.

               LIGHTS switch on, filling the space with blinding white
               light.

               The Major steps forward. She fixes her gaze on the young man.

               He meets her glare, steels himself.

               She stands, poised, as if she's going to heft up an enormous
               gun - her motion stylized, on the verge of kung fu.

               She opens a pouch on her tactical vest and produces a
               canister of Impulse Solar.

               Now MOVING around the Major, observing her, as she applies the
               spray to herself.

               The young man's nostrils flare, ever so slightly.

               She runs it along a wrist, slowly, engaged in scientific
               seduction.

               The three scientists sigh in unison.

               The young man's pupils DILATE.

               She arches her neck back, and runs it along the nape of her
               neck. She seems to glow with cold blue / white light.

               The young man's arms begin to twitch.

               She leans forward, eyes closed, her face almost offering a
               kiss to this restrained man, but too far away to be
               touchable.

               And at that moment...

               His arms RIP out of the restraints in a shower of sparks,
               revealing chrome and trailing wires...

               We go into ROBOVISION, interlaced, data rushing by, looking
               at the Major as she glows unearthly, her eyes blossoming
               open, steeling themselves...

               The computers flash -

               IDENTIFICATION: NON HUMAN

               DANGER

               The young man charges her, his motions stilted, cyborg fury
               revealed at last.

               And then charging through the air, almost caught midair in a
               leap, the Major flies forward, Impulse canister held forward.

               She douses the killer cyborg in white mist.

               He grabs his head, screaming, a static wail. Sparks shower
               from the back of his head, and then he falls straight down,
               out of frame.

               And holstering her canister, she turns and walks away, into a
               blinding white light, into empty space and gone...

               Fading to black...

               And WORDS hammer the screen, rapidly, announced by loud
               beats.

               IMPULSE

               SOLAR

               COMING SOON