I spent last night in the Atlanta Airport because of flight problems. With coffee and computer in hand, with the air of one who briefly smiles and nods at anyone who happens to pass, I wandered around the massive, dark airport, podcasting on the moving sidewalks and plotting my next film.

As I edit the podcast for public consumption, take a critical look at the plot of my next film.

The film opens with a scene of the subway roaring trough a tunnel. We cut to the subway pulling onto a populated, brightly lit platform, where our protagonist, Madeleine disembarks. She is cute, but has an air of masculinity with a beret and trench coat. With wonder in her eyes, she goes to a corner of the platform, kneels and opens her lunchbox. Inside are three red balls and a tip cup. Picking them up, she juggles as the music chimes in rhythm. All day she juggles. At night, when there are a few newspapers floating unconcernedly in the background, she stops to find her tip jar empty.

At away from the station, on her dirty, cramped desk with the tip jar in the corner, Madeleine does not loose hope. She sketches some robot ideas, which fade into a crude, homemade trash collector robot. After a bit more work involving her working on montages of gears, she pitches the robot to the subway authority, who dismisses it with a wave. Montages of juggling continue, along with more advanced robots, which all get dismissed.

Back in her desk, she sighs, the music slows, and she looks in the mirror. She is alone. Her robots are useful for actual work, but provide her with no confront. She jumps into bed, pad of paper open on her pillow. Skillfully, she creates a robot that mimics the human form. More montages, music becoming exciting. Out of the scrap metal comes a humanoid robot. She lays in bed with, embraces it like one would a lover, but he is lifeless and does not embrace her - for now. She is transferring her human qualities to her. More work. Now he is doing the embracing, shielding and protecting her with his metallic arms as she lies there smiling warmly.

After a fad-to-black, she brings out the red balls again, hands them to him. Still very much a robot, he goes to the platform and he juggles while she watches her creation from the back. This is fascinating to the people on the platform. They cheer and throw in tips. He looks at her over the pattern, and smiles back at what she made with both her mouth and eyes. Fade to black. Fin.

It’s nice to have this all written out before the actual animation begins. I’m in Park City now, Sundancing away. The weather could not be better, the people more interesting, the atmosphere more excited.