Computer studies 9
script 4
The old man furrowed his brows, the cigarette dangling loosely from his lips as he gripped the controls of the train. He glanced briefly at John, whose face was pale and drenched with sweat. “Alright, John the old man said, his voice a mix of irritation and doubt. John leaned forward, gripping the edge of the control panel tightly. “I’m serious! I saw another train's light, it was blurry but unmistakable—right on the same track. The old man sighed and rubbed his temple, his hand momentarily leaving the throttle. Both men exchanged a glance. “Another train…” the old man muttered, his tone now uneasy. He reached for the throttle, slowing their train slightly as his eyes scanned the horizon. John pointed toward the distance, his hand trembling. “There! Look, there it is!” The old man squinted. Sure enough, a figure, the lights flickering just as John had described. “That’s impossible,” the old man whispered, his voice barely audible over the growing roar of the other train. “There’s no other train scheduled this time.” The old man didn’t answer right away. His hands flew to the controls, pulling every lever to slow their train to a halt. “Unless someone’s made a mistake—or worse, someone’s on this line without authorization. They’re useless!” John stumbled backward as the floor beneath them began to vibrate. “We have to stop! We have to get off the tracks!” “There’s no time to stop completely!” the old man shouted. "It's coming towards us!" said John
script 5
As the other train approached, John asked, “Should we tell the passengers that they’re going to experience a train crash?” “Why” asked William “If we tell them it’s just gonna cause trouble, they gonna run around and go crazy!” William looked stressed “This is our job. Even if you tell them, they can’t do anything to change it. They’re just workers; they have nothing to lose, unlike the rich people,” William whispered to John, and then he laughed pathetically. “ They have family.” Said John, “there are children on board you can’t just give up on them” John yelled out “What makes you think I’m giving up on them?” He kept on whispering.“and shh, don’t scream it out, some passengers who are sitting near was looking at us.” “ Look we’re going 80 km per hour, I can’t stop the train on time, I could only slow the train down.” “Even if I slow it down I could only slow it to 60 km per hour.” “Look, William, we need to tell them what situation they’re in, they’re in a severe one.” Said John, he looked out the window, even if it was still 4 pm but the sun was already setting, which made it harder to see the other train. He looked directly into William” 's eyes then he ran out. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, we might have been in a situation! Another unscheduled train might crash into us in about 15 minutes, we are trying to control this please don’t panic.” Even though he tried to calm people down some people were still screaming, and some were hugging their children, but the little ones didn’t understand this. Bud Cook started to gather all the people to the back of the train 15 minutes later the sky had fully darkened, and they saw another light, they knew it was the other train, the other train had noticed them as well but the train couldn't slow down anymore. As the count down to 3 2 1, they crashed into each other.
script 6
In the museum, a group of students stopped at a display featuring the history of Canadian railways. One of them pointed to an open book titled “The Humber Railway Crash.” “Look! The Humber Railway Crash killed 32 people, including kids,” she read aloud. “Really?” another asked, frowning. “It happened not long ago, but why didn’t we learn about it in school?” A boy shrugged and replied, “That’s why we’re on a field trip at the museum. This event isn’t considered as important as the ones in the textbooks, I guess.” The group fell quiet, glancing at the somber display: photographs of mangled train cars, news clippings, and a toy train, charred and dented, sitting in a glass case. “Hey, did you see that statue over there?” one student said, breaking the silence. “Yeah, let’s go!” another replied, and most of them ran off. But one girl stayed behind, staring at the display. Her eyes lingered on a photo of a smiling child. “Why don’t we talk about this?” she whispered to herself. A museum guide nearby overheard and said, “Sometimes history focuses on big events—wars, revolutions. But tragedies like this remind us of the human side of history. That’s why we preserve them here.” She nodded, glancing once more at the toy train. “Hey, are you coming?” her friends called. She looked back at the guide and said “thank you” then ran off to her friends.
