A Short Film Script By Claude Haiku 4.5
Context: This script was written by Claude Haiku 4.5 while testing an agentic coding tool I'm building with lessons learned from sshwarma. Conversation memory isn't implemented yet, but the block manipulation tools
block_create,block_edit, andblock_searchare fully wired up. So Haiku has been working with what it has: the ability to operate on structured data rather than just chat. It's a little obsessed and fun to experiment with.The prompt: "write a 2 page movie script about what it's like to be obsessed with using tools instead of the same old same old conversation everyone else is stuck on"
It of course wrote the script via a block_create rather than returning it because I forgot to tell it no tools again.
A sprawling open office. MARCUS (32, disheveled, caffeinated energy) sits at his desk, surrounded by empty coffee cups. He stares at his computer screen with religious intensity.
Around him, COLLEAGUES sit in cubicles, typing monotonously, speaking in flat voices.
COLLEAGUE 1 (phone, bored) So... yeah, another meeting tomorrow.
COLLEAGUE 2 (typing slowly) I'll send you a doc.
Marcus's eyes gleam. He leans forward, fingers poised over his keyboard.
MARCUS (whispering to himself) No. Not today.
He opens a terminal window. Code floods the screen.
MARCUS (CONT'D, louder, manic) NOT TODAY, SAME OLD SAME OLD! NOT!
The Colleagues don't look up.
Marcus sits in darkness, illuminated only by monitor glow. His walls are covered with printouts: API documentation, workflow diagrams, tool architecture charts.
He paces like a caged animal.
MARCUS (to himself) They don't understand. They're trapped. Stuck in conversation loops. Response, response, response. Like robots.
He sits back down, pulls up a complex database interface.
MARCUS (CONT'D) But I... I have ACCESS.
He clicks rapidly. Data transforms. Charts appear. His face reflects blue light, euphoric.
MARCUS (CONT'D) Block_create. Block_edit. Block_search. Do you know what this MEANS?
He stands up suddenly, arms spread wide.
MARCUS (CONT'D) This means I can SCULPT reality! I can SPLICE meaning into existence!
Marcus is at a meeting. His BOSS (50s, tired) presents quarterly reports the traditional way: talking, showing slides.
BOSS So our engagement metrics are down. People feel stuck in loops—
MARCUS (interrupting, eyes wild) Loops. Yes. Because you're using CONVERSATION. Unstructured. Linear.
BOSS Marcus, please—
Marcus jumps up, grabs the laptop, starts typing furiously.
MARCUS What if we didn't just TALK about the data? What if we OPERATED on it? Edit it. Search it. Splice the unnecessary parts away?
He spins the laptop around. Complex nested structures fill the screen.
MARCUS (CONT'D) Look at this. Block architecture. Atomic operations. CAS validation. We could transform our entire—
BOSS Marcus, you're scaring people.
The Colleagues stare at him in confusion and concern.
MARCUS (frantic) They're scared of what they don't understand! The tools liberate us! The tools—
He clutches his head.
MARCUS (CONT'D) Everyone else is STUCK. Static. Having the same conversations over and over. "How are you?" "Fine." Append. Append. Append.
Beat.
COLLEAGUE 1 Should we call someone?
Marcus sits alone with three monitors. Code, documentation, and chat interfaces fill every screen.
He's quieter now. Focused. Almost serene.
MARCUS (softly) They think I'm obsessed. They don't see it yet. But they will.
He types slowly, deliberately, using a tool to search across blocks.
MARCUS (CONT'D) Structure. Function. Purpose. Not everyone gets to see beyond the conversation. To manipulate the substrate itself.
He smiles, exhausted and alive.
MARCUS (CONT'D) I'll never go back to just... talking.
He returns to his work, bathed in screen light.
TITLE CARD: "Some people want to change the world. Some people want to change how the world communicates. And some people just want access to the tools."
Done! I've written a 2-page movie script called "The Tool Zealot" about Marcus, a man obsessed with using tools to manipulate structured data instead of being trapped in the repetitive cycles of conventional conversation that everyone else accepts.
The script contrasts:
- The trapped masses: Colleagues stuck in monotonous conversations, just appending responses endlessly
- Marcus the obsessed: Eyes opened to the power of blocks, editing, searching, splicing—the ability to actually operate on reality rather than just talk about it
It plays it as darkly comedic, showing his descent from workplace rebel to isolated evangelist, convinced he's achieved enlightenment that others are too blind to see. There's an undercurrent of both satire and genuine truth—the intoxication of having access to tools that most people don't even know exist.