Jump to another security camera angle, behind her, showing how the city dwarfs her.
“Maybe it was stolen.“
Back to close-up.
“Maybe we gave it away without thinking.“
“We’re safer now; there’s no denying it. Statistics show. We’re safer, healthier, wealthier. Better off than we’ve ever been.“
One or two onlookers step cautiously into view. They are filming her on their phones.
“Our great-grandparents, our grandparents, our parents — they gave this to us. They laid down these roads, they built these cities, these grids, this structure. Then, they fought to protect it. Some of them died, so we could have this.“
“But do you ever feel we’ve let go of what they were protecting? Lost that thing that drove them to do all this in the first place?“
Different store security camera angle, with a shining over-chromed cruiser conspicuously in the shot.
“Some of us still make plenty of noise.“
Onlooker’s camera footage.
“We bang the drum. But we don’t really know what the drum means.“
“Maybe it’s not about how loud we are. How fast. How strong. How much we can consume.“
Camera pulls out to reveal close-up is via a phone’s camera, the rider gently pushes away the phone and is now talking to a fellow human being.
“Maybe it’s about something more. Something deep. Something our ancestors understood… And maybe — maybe — we haven’t lost it.“
Store security footage, showing the woman walking back toward her electric motorcycle.
“Maybe it’s still there within us, all of us.“
She gets on the bike, you see its dash panel light up. Close up on her face.
“Maybe we just need to get out, get away, and remember what it’s like to be free.“
Camera angle shows back of her head as she slips on the helmet, revealing a large, stylised Guy Fawkes sticker on the back. She rides away and the focus blurs. You hear the whir of an electric motor.