Sheldon stares. Concept downloading.
SOUND: CRT hum, clicking keyboard. Smell of warm electronics and dust.
“Your back injury is likely psychosomatic from job stress. But the brace helps.”
George Sr. blinks. “That’s the nicest insult you’ve ever given me.” ENDING TAG INT. UNIVERSITY COMPUTER LAB – NIGHT
SOUND: Bacon sizzling. Radio plays “Livin’ on a Prayer.”
He reaches for a second floppy disk – handwritten label: “SHELDON’S MAP – DO NOT TOUCH.”