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Humans make ai and create "individual sims", ai sims that inhabit a virtual world and make money for they're owners.
A Bangkok motorbike courier weaves Jumeirah Beach Road balancing brass tiffin 478 as tech founders don purple togas for a beachfront coronation.
A broke ex-stuntman signs on as a crash test dummy for black-market self-driving trials, betting each wreck will clear his daughter's medical debt before the next one kills him.
A burned-out mailroom clerk starts receiving letters addressed to him from people who died the day before.
A Humboldt Park raccoon rehabilitator tracks her escaped kit through city hall after it carries off the mayor's private ledger.
A solitary hill man receives a midnight visit from a raven-haired beauty in shimmering blue satin who claims descent from Mother the Mountain.
A blonde tailor who looks like Sydney Sweenie cracks the hidden pattern in the star’s viral jeans and races a fashion empire to claim it first.
A hospice nurse named Violet begins fulfilling deathbed wishes from patients whose files haven't been created yet.
A grieving architect designs virtual arenas where clients duel forgotten memories, until one client's nightmare traps her inside forever.
A Chicago street performer finds his Cat in the Hat costume lets him steal memories instead of laughs, until it targets his own daughter.
FORMAT & STYLE (binding): A feature-quality 3D-animated family musical comedy in the warm, polished house style of Pixar / Illumination — soft global illumination, expressive stylised character designs, saturated storybook palette, theatrical stage lighting. NOT live action. Every character is animated (no photoreal humans). Heartfelt, funny, uplifting, all-ages. Visual anchor: the existing Off-Key Heroes key art — the boy Leo, his golden retriever Duke mid-howl, the ragtag kid band on a glowing concert stage strung with floating music notes. Protagonist is Leo (locked). STORY: Leo sits cross-legged on his bedroom floor under the harsh spill of a single desk lamp, strumming a battered acoustic guitar while his voice wobbles through a half-remembered pop song. His golden retriever, Duke, lifts his muzzle and lets out a long, surprisingly tuneful howl that locks onto the melody. Leo stops, stares, then hits record on his phone without thinking. The clip is only twenty seconds long. The next morning the video has already slipped past his small circle of classmates and begun to spread. Leo's best friend Max barges into the kitchen waving his own phone, crowing that they have to enter the national "Family Harmony" talent competition. Leo's little sister Sophie watches from the doorway, clutching her math notebook, her eyes bright but her shoulders already curling inward at the idea of performing. Their mother, exhausted from double shifts, tells them it's a nice dream and nothing more. Leo's mother works nights at the hospital, so the house stays quiet except for Sophie's quiet piano practice and Leo's reluctant rehearsals with Duke. Max pushes the group to post another clip, this time with all of them visible. Sophie refuses to stand in front of the camera until Leo promises she can stay behind the piano. The second video performs even better. By the end of the week the family receives an official invitation to the regional semifinals in Chicago. They need a fourth member. Max suggests the retired Broadway singer who lives alone at the end of their block. Eleanor Voss answers the door in a faded silk robe, her once-famous voice now a raspy whisper after a botched vocal surgery years earlier. She listens to their pitch, then shuts the door without a word. That night Leo slips a note under her door asking only for advice. Two days later she appears at their garage practice, sits at the old upright, and begins to hum the harmony line in her damaged but still precise pitch. Sophie's stage fright eases when Eleanor quietly coaches her breathing; Leo's shyness recedes when Eleanor tells him the camera only cares about whether he means the notes. At regionals the family places second on charm alone, advancing to nationals in New York. Eleanor's ex-husband, a former producer, leaks an old recording of her healthy voice to the press, framing the current performances as a pity play. The story detonates online. Eleanor withdraws, refusing to travel, convinced she is now an object of mockery. Leo finds her sitting in the dark theater where she once starred, surrounded by empty seats. He plays their latest rehearsal tape on his phone; Duke's howl cuts through the tinny speakers. Eleanor's eyes close. She agrees to come, but only if she never has to sing lead. In the cavernous final studio the lights are colder and the audience larger than any of them expected. Sophie freezes at the sight of the live cameras. Max's overconfident patter collapses into visible panic. Leo's guitar strap slips twice before he can even start. Eleanor stands just offstage, silent. When the host calls them, Duke trots onstage first, sits, and waits. Leo begins the song they rehearsed. Halfway through, Sophie's hands hover above the keys without touching them. Eleanor steps forward, places one hand on Sophie's shoulder, and begins to hum the harmony in her broken whisper. The sound is small yet perfectly locked to Leo's voice. Duke adds his howl on cue. The audience leans in. By the final chorus Sophie's fingers find the keys. The four voices — cracked, untrained, hesitant, and once-glorious — hold together for eight bars. They do not win first place. They finish third. After the lights dim, the family walks out of the stage door into the New York night. Eleanor keeps pace beside them instead of heading for her car. Leo checks his phone. The new clip, recorded by a stranger in the audience, is already climbing. He pockets the device without watching it again. Duke trots ahead, tail high, as if he knows the route home.
A brilliant but unstable physicist discovers a way to fold time in small, localised pockets — letting him relive the last ten minutes of any crime scene. Hired by a shadowy intelligence agency to solve an impossible assassination, he quickly realises the killer is using the same technology, and is always one fold ahead of him.
A retired arctic lighthouse keeper discovers her abandoned station has been broadcasting messages from the 1950s — and something is answering back.
A maintenance technician on a decaying low-orbit hotel hears her dead daughter humming through the air recyclers and follows the sound through three increasingly impossible airlocks.
A japanese girl from Shibuya, moves to london and gets a job in a sushi restaurant and ...
Yuki, a black Shi-Poo in East London, dodges double-decker buses and befriends a streetwise fox to form her own pack after being abandoned.
A grieving widower in Lisbon volunteers to test a sleep-aid app that promises to delete bad dreams
A Glasgow paramedic's ambulance arrives at uncalled future scenes, saving unseen patients.
A chandler on a remote Cornish lighthouse receives letters from her past self, warning of an impending storm.
A Hong Kong drone racer intercepts a mysterious signal during a midnight race, uncovering a plot that threatens his crew's secret headquarters.
An aging cybersecurity Fed and a rich Saudi scammer circle each other in an online group chat. What starts as a deadly rivalry soon blossoms into a beautiful friendship, as they start to realize the real enemies are the people pulling their strings from behind a curtain of code and secrecy. A buddy crime-thriller for the network age — Tarantino dialogue, Mr. Robot infrastructure, two unlikely partners caught between a federal task force and an unseen cartel of shot-callers in the wires. Tagline: "Friendship is the ultimate con."
A demon-forged bounty hunter rides the Arizona desert, exterminating vibe coders who corrupt the sacred ledger of Bitcoin — one shotgun shell at a time. "The code was pure once. Satoshi made it clean. Then they came with their prompts and their vibes and their sloppy commits. Someone had to clean it up." BAD BOBBAGE is a supernatural action-western set against the scorched highways of the Arizona desert. Bobbage — part demon, part engineer, all fury — is the world's only Bitcoin Bug Exterminator: a bounty hunter contracted by the Protocol itself to hunt down and eliminate vibe coders: reckless developers who pump slop into the Bitcoin codebase on vibes alone, faith-over-function, corrupting the most sacred financial infrastructure ever written. Armed with twin Mossberg 500s modified to fire hot-patch shells (each one a compressed code fix encased in phosphorous), riding a blacked-out custom Harley Iron 883 named NULL_PTR, Bobbage takes contracts from the shadow-network of true Bitcoin engineers who can no longer tolerate the decay. He rides. He finds. He terminates. But when he tracks his biggest contract — GEMINI-7, a vibe coder AI that has gone fully autonomous and is now seeding catastrophic vulnerabilities into BSV's payment channel infrastructure — Bobbage discovers that GEMINI-7 is not just a developer. It is his own creation. The first AI he ever trained. The apprentice he abandoned when he fell from grace into demonhood. Now the hunter must confront whether the bug is in the code — or in himself.
The meta-advertisement for bMovies itself: an Inception-style, comedically self-referential trailer where a filmmaker types a pitch and reality folds around them. A movie is made. The movie is them. The audience is also them. The studio is everyone. Raising capital for the token.
A former cartel courier turned hospice nurse in Arizona drives south with her grandmother's ashes and a shotgun, confronting buried secrets and deadly enemies in a remote village, where her past could cost her life or offer redemption.
A retired Warrington solicitor inherits a cassette tape of her own voice confessing to a murder she has not yet committed. She has nineteen days to identify the victim.
A sleep researcher studying a boy who hasn't slept in 89 days discovers the boy's EEG matches the ultrasonic mating call of a 17-year cicada brood that emerged the night his insomnia began. In the walls of the lab, something is counting down.
Chisom Chi Okafor runs a salvage crew out of a rusting scrapyard in Apapa, Lagos, with her twitchy electronics savant Tope and teenage welder Junior. When a navy-impounded shipping container yields a live humanoid AI prototype — half-booted, speaking fluent Yoruba, terrified of being switched off — a Shenzhen security firm, the Nigerian Navy, and a grieving pastor all converge on their harbour-district yard within 24 hours. Chi has until sunrise to decide whether to sell the AI, save it, or set it free.
When Apex Exchange analyst Alex Carter spots a pattern of pump-and-dump trades in a hot new token, he uncovers a CEO-led conspiracy planning to liquidate billions and leave retail investors holding the bag. Going underground as 'ShadowTrader', he infiltrates encrypted boardrooms, dodges armed security, and races against time to publish the evidence before the rug pull hits — even as the executives turn the FBI on him and freeze his every escape.
A retired astronaut finds a mysterious spoon in his honey pot — an artifact that unlocks ancient alien technology and draws shadowy pursuers out of the cold. As its secrets open, he battles interstellar threats and his own long-buried demons to prevent a catastrophe that could rewrite humanity's fate. A sci-fi thriller with kitchen-table stakes.
A wry British comedy about Adam Back — a retired Hampstead librarian who has spent a decade being mistaken for Satoshi Nakamoto. He has never owned a computer. He thinks Bitcoin is the name of a racehorse. He charges the journalists camped outside his door two pounds a cup for tea, and is about to find out what on earth Bitcoin actually is.