1001 Nights in the Facility [Unexpurgated] Short Film

1001 Nights in the Facility [Unexpurgated] – Episode 1: Keep Pace with the System

A Short Film by TRƎNCHԀƎOԀ⅂Ǝ

This short film is a manifesto told in medias res, an homage to One Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Lara becomes both Scheherazade and Lara Croft, whispering stories to stave off restlessness. Marquis is both the Marquis de Sade and a Shiv Roy-like heir to Render Enterprises, from HBO’s Succession. Like King Shahryar of the original tales, she holds the power to decide whether the stories continue. She is the heir apparent, though her father still bellows at her, “Stop calling your brother Fredo!” — a name she uses for him without affection. To Marquis, her brother is inept and in her way. She knows she is the real CEO.

On the court, Vegas has won twelve straight. Not by luck. Not by hustle. By machine. The Facility.
A neural court that remembers legendary systems — the Jackson (Phil Jackson’s triangle), the Flex, and the Princeton — rebuilt live as glowing choreography under the players’ feet. No shouting. No pointing. Plays trigger when rhythm aligns. The floor feels them, corrects them, and makes the game intuitive.

Manny, the janitor — an unreliable narrator — who remembers every word, tells it like scripture. Chuck Buko, a Bukowski-style podcaster, smokes and scoffs. And inside one of Marquis’ many estates, Lara whispers her doubts — about them, about the Facility — only to be checked:

“Yet you chose to stay. Take it from me — Life is a business. The biggest, the longest, the most important one you’ll ever run. You are the LLC, the INC, and the CEO of your life.”

The film strips basketball down to systems, stories, and choices. Marquis studies Lara like a dream. Lara buys one more night with a story. Chuck calls it myth, casino math, a stacked deck. Manny shrugs: “I’m a basketball head.”

This is not chance. Not destiny.

It’s management. The Facility is AI-powered, relentless. It doesn’t just host the game. It rewrites it.

And when the credits roll, the only measure left is glory:

Roll credits. Count the rings.

Story, Narrative, and Conceptual Art — Copyright 2025 E Maria Shelton Speller

Creative Platforms & Tools:

Artlist.io – Licensed music and sound effects
ChatGPT (OpenAI) – AI-assisted scriptwriting and narrative development
MidJourney – AI-generated concept imagery and character visualization
iMovie – Video editing and sequencing
Canva – Graphic design and text treatments
ElevenLabs – AI-powered voice narration
Other Production Tools – Standard video/audio processing and conceptual design tools

Credits:

Music

Chardonnay
Song by The Original Orchestra feat. Ran Raiten

Float
Song by Notize

It Hurts
Song by RIPPLES, Paper Plastic, Flint, ZISO

Farewell to a Warrior
Song by Jakub Pietras

Out of Reach – Alternative version
Song by Ziv Moran, Alma Zohar

Footage

Sweet, Gastronomic, Brunch, Delicacy
Clip by Creative Light

Cocktails, Drinks, Night Out, Club
Clip by Omri Ohana

Fabric, Linen, Texture, Cloth
Clip by Via Films

Hills, Dress, Elegant, Stylish
Clip by Morten Lovechild

Foot, Surfer, Sea, Beach
Clip by Matic Oblak

Residence, Home, Real Estate, House
Clip byHugo Will

Eye, Futuristic, Tech, Hud
Clip by DAVLEHA

Prompt, Conditions, Terms, Internet
Clip by Bruno Tornielli

Dreamscape’s Istanbul

A. I. Assignment — A Poem the Gods Would Read [Reimagined]

Conceptual Art Copyright 2023 E Maria Shelton Speller

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Twenty Twenty-One

 

Fun Espresso

 

 

Egad, the Casbah in Santa Barbara

Part of the fun is the embrace of perfume

Cafe Angelica Emerald Crème

A sabbatical delay waiting to be served

A ceremonial promenade hunched over gazettes

Unwelcome raindrops splatter the canvassed toes of my shoes

Thus the au courant cartoons on my stringy denim knees

Inside at last, I’m saved and Mocha Berry satisfied

Like the face of the fretless little girl

Blowing candy off the floor in her mouth

Clicking up and down in shoes too big for her feet

Stealing glances at an intellectual jerk

Chocolate Cherry satisfied between deep banter

With a friend floating in Vanilla Colada

Part of the fun is real references to books

And book references to real well read attitudes

What’s the shiniest patented leather flats

On the girl with the silkiest blonde hair

Doing with the darkest man

In Dreadlocks and Birkenstocks?

No talk between them

Then they’re sharing the table

Those lined outside will share tables too

The Raspberry Almond can sit with me

Keeping the beat with an aggravated drum lead

His body twitched with jazzy guitar licks

He smiled between the plugs in his ears

And faces fade into a mirror in the back

Part of the fun is waking up here

In an essay on spice and circumstance

A sabbatical renewal once more

On a regional affirmation of decadence

This day of rest I worship Santa Barbara

And the celestial trip I straddle

To be able to dry my canvassed toes

With the heat of Golden Pecan

And the fervent chill of observation

In my sanctioned Casbah

In my sabbatical home

I hold my head up

My cup runneth over

Reading books and people vicariously

Egad, I am dry and satisfied

 

© 2002, 2020 E Maria Shelton Speller. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

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