This is recently written. The idea came from the title of a Queen album. Anyone with a working knowledge of physics may find the Laws of Physics lying beaten and bloodied in the gutter ... swaggering off into the sunset we see the broad back of Artistic Licence. Both parts of this script should run concurrently. Hope you enjoy.

The camera pans the room, finding an open doorway. We follow the camera through the doorway into a dim hallway. To the right is a kitchen: a tinny voice - obviously from a small TV or a radio - is barely heard but increases in volume as the camera enters the dingy kitchen.

On a small four-ring electric cooker sits a pan of pasta in water that boils furiously: the pasta has expanded ... plain to see that it is already cooked. The work surface beside the cooker is filthy - stained and covered in the scattered ingredients for a basic cheese sauce: flour, cheese, milk, butter. The flour coats the worktop, the grated cheese spills from the grater (the remainder of the block is on the floor being picked at by a small, scruffy, unwashed dog of questionable parentage), the cup of milk is overturned - turning some of the flour to a paste - and a small pat of butter melts slowly on a saucer.

We can now hear clearly the voice from the radio; the radio is small and sits next to an empty pasta packet on the worktop beneath the kitchen window. As the camera turns to leave the kitchen and enters again the short, dim hallway the volume of the radio does not diminish: we can now clearly hear the story being broadcast. As we follow the restless camera the voice from the radio loses its broadcast quality and becomes more distinct - more human than machine.

From an open doorway on the right, halfway down the hallway, movement can be discerned: a shadowy figure crosses the rectangle of light.

From the doorway: a mans voice, filled with fear, is cursing and blaspheming ... a silent pause, then:

A yelp of pain, then the man careens through the doorway and hits the wall opposite, directly in front of the camera. Leaning his head and left shoulder on the wall he is hopping on one foot, trying to put a shoe on his one bare foot. He wears a plain white shirt - haphazardly buttoned - blue jeans (unfastened) and his shoes; no socks. What he wears is stained and badly creased.

The camera takes a quick peek into the room on the right: it is a small bedroom; dingy decor - but no bed. Instead, the floor is littered with car stereos (still trailing their wiring), handbags, wallets and cameras ... the proceeds of a recent crime spree.

The camera turns back to the man. He is opening a door directly in front of us, at the far end of the hallway. We see a short garden path bordered on both sides by untended lawns. A gate, hanging lopsidedly by one hinge, leads to a short narrow street.

The camera pulls back a little, framing the man in the doorway. He turns and we see his face: through the snot there is stubble; behind the quivering lips lie yellowed teeth; beneath the film of tears are pale blue eyes. His eyes are panic-filled. He glances down the hallway, listening briefly to the radio broadcast. His hands fly to his mouth to stifle an anguished moan ... then he leaves in a hurry, slamming the front door.

We hear his rapidly receding footsteps, soon joined by another set ... and another.

There is yelling and many screams. Cars start and take off with tyres squealing. Adults scream for their partners; children scream for their parents.

Then ... silence.

The camera pans from its momentary stillness, moving slowly down the inside of the door to see - still swinging slightly from the hasty exit of the householder - a set of housekeys in the lock.

A keyring shows a small yellow smiley face.

As we reported in our previous bulletin, approximately six hours ago, at 9am Greenwich Mean Time, an as yet unidentified computer hacker intercepted an e-mail sent to the office of the President of The United States. The e-mail was originally sent to the White House by an un-named nuclear physicist from Washington State. Sources confirm that the e-mail IS genuine and in an official statement made just 45 minutes ago - to senior respected media persons - the President confirmed the existence of the e-mail and verified the contents.

The e-mail contained a report of findings by a team of scientists based in Washington State who were attempting to see the smallest sub-atomic particles that had previously only been theoretically proposed. These particles, known as Superstrings, were thought to be the basic building blocks of the physical Universe. The method used to capture these particles on film is still classified ‘Top Secret’. Also contained in the e-mail were two photographs of these particles.

The first photograph is slightly blurred, but there are definite markings to be seen on the surface of these particles. The second photograph clearly shows what is being called simply ‘The Revelation’.

Each particle has - etched on its surface - three words. These words read as follows:

Since this report was first aired people all over the world have been hurrying - in their millions - to their nearest churches and chapels. The Pope will be making a statement within the hour.
This is NOT a hoax. I repeat: this is NOT a hoax.