Excerpts from My Obama/Lost Fan FictionJanuary 23, 2009
EXT – THE ISLAND – DAY
BARACK OBAMA, HURLEY, and CLAIRE are running through the jungle. All are sweating, out of breath, and wide-eyed. Obama leads the group, determined.
OBAMA: Come on!
The group crashes through the trees and brush, frantic. Finally, we see what is chasing them: the smoke monster.
HURLEY: What is it? What is it?
Obama stops and turns to look at the monster. Close up on his face.
OBAMA: It’s the economy.
CUT TO title: LOST
EXT – THE BEACH – NIGHT
All survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 are standing on the beach, talking and surrounding Barack Obama, who is lit dramatically by torch light.
SAWYER: You need to get us off this stinkin’ island, Obama!
SAYID: Does anybody even remember that the Others stole all our children?
LOCKE: This island has powers! I have a knife!
OBAMA: Look…my fellow survivors. I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed on me. That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every survivor, that we have duties, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
ROSE: Are you telling us that we need to build another boat?
OBAMA: Yes. And don’t let it catch fire this time.
INT – THE HATCH – DAY
An alarm is going off. BARACK OBAMA sits in front of a computer, typing.
OBAMA: John, I need to know what the numbers are!
CHIEF JUSTICE JOHN ROBERTS: 4, 8, 23…
OBAMA: 4, 8, 23…
CHIEF JUSTICE JOHN ROBERTS: Er, 4, 8 ,15, 16, 23…
OBAMA: 4, 8, 23, 15, 16…
The hatch explodes. Title: LOST.