Scene: Anti-Intellectual Paradise
(A beautiful village, untouched by reason. The sun shines, birds sing, and a man is drinking bleach because he read it "kills germs.")
A proud resident, CHAD, stands atop a soapbox.
CHAD: "Friends, we did it! We got rid of so-called 'experts' and their so-called 'facts!' No more fancy book learnin'—just good old-fashioned common sense!"
CROWD: "Yeah!"
A MAN limps up, his leg horribly infected.
MAN: "Doctor! I need help!"
CHAD: "Ain't no doctors here, buddy! Just rub some coconut oil on it and say a prayer!"
MAN: "But—"
CHAD: (shoving a mason jar at him) "This here is raw, unpasteurized, holistic milk! Works every time!"
Meanwhile, at the town's "Science-Free Engineering Centre"...
(A bridge collapses as two men scratch their heads.)
BUILDER #1: "I dunno, Bob. I just put some planks down and hoped for the best."
BUILDER #2: "Yeah, I figured measurements were just an elitist thing."
Back at the village square, a WOMAN rushes up, panicked.
WOMAN: "Guys! My kid is sick!"
CHAD: "Did you try rubbing essential oils on ‘im?"
WOMAN: "I did! And then I gave him a crystal, and I even burned sage, but he’s still coughing!"
CHAD: (genuinely puzzled) "Huh… Maybe he needs more crystals?"
A man in the background is trying to read a map. The map bursts into flames.
CUT TO: A few months later.
The town is abandoned. The survivors are covered in rashes, limping through the ruins, gnawing on tree bark. A SINGLE MAN sits by a pile of burned books, muttering to himself.
LAST SURVIVOR: "Maybe… maybe learning things wasn’t so bad after all?"
A bolt of lightning immediately incinerates him.
