Our Fragile Preservation

The story

“Untenable: Our Fragile Preservation” is a film about the remaining members of the Gheata family and their pursuit for survival.

The Gheatas aren’t human, they’re Khaldaeons, immortal beings evolution has disguised to resemble humans to remain undetected.

Production title: “Untenable”

Writer/Producer: Hugo Lunny

Genre: Romantic Fantasy Drama

Format: Feature film

Synopsis: Set in the late 1700s in Austro-Hungary and around Transylvania, “Untenable” is the story of Valimir Gheata and his siblings, Khaldaeon by definition, human by appearance, they are undetected immortal beings scattered within society.

Knowing pressure is mounting to flee, animosity sewn throughout their societal interactions, Valimir and his siblings Winston and Cristina decide that following his fiancé Marixsa Sumpte’s work commitments they will find their way to the closest port, board a ship and head for the new world.

However another Khaldaeon, Attila Cel Raul, the last of another related family, views them as a threat and whilst unaware of their plans to flee feels they pose a risk to his anonymity. He wants them eradicated. And intends to achieve said goal by any means possible.

Logline: The last living Gheata’s pursuit for his species’ survival.

Tagline: What do you do when your family ends with you?

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The pursuit of eternal life has captivated the human imagination for centuries, leading us to seek solace in the mythical realms of religion and tantalizing promises of scientific breakthroughs. But as a self-proclaimed rationalist and committed contrarian I find myself both bemused and bewildered by this never-ending quest for immortality. And here I am, settled in the charming city of Atlanta, where hospitality thrives alongside a fervent desire to defy mortality.

While Atlanta might be famous for its peaches, Coca-Cola, and even its sports teams, it has yet to produce a foolproof recipe for eternal life. Alas, Atlantans must accept the reality that death remains an inevitable and, dare I say, necessary part of the human condition. As I sit here, sipping on a glass of bourbon, contemplating the peculiarities of existence, I can’t help but chuckle at the futility of our endeavors.

Let’s be frank; the concept of eternal life is as elusive as a summer breeze in Piedmont Park. We humans, blessed or cursed with consciousness, yearn for permanence and immortality in a universe that cares little for our desires. It’s a bittersweet irony that our obsession with eternity often stems from the very fear of our finite existence. We seek solace in stories of heaven and afterlife, hoping against hope that somehow, our personal narrative will continue beyond the final curtain call.

I implore you to consider the beauty of life’s impermanence. It is precisely because our time here is limited that we find value and meaning in each passing moment. The ephemeral nature of our existence impels us to seize the day, to revel in the embrace of loved ones, and to pursue intellectual and creative endeavors with an urgency born from the knowledge that our days are numbered.

Imagine for a moment a world without death. A monotonous march towards eternity, devoid of the sweetness of accomplishment and the poignancy of farewells. The very essence of life’s tapestry lies in its delicate balance between joy and sorrow, birth and death. Each passing generation, like a baton in a relay race, carries the collective wisdom and experience of those who came before, nurturing the flame of progress and renewal.

In the words of the great poet Robert Frost, “In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” Life’s fleeting nature grants us the opportunity to appreciate the brevity and transience of our journey. It compels us to strive for greatness, to engage in meaningful discourse, and to challenge the dogmas that seek to suppress our intellect and curiosity.

Let us revel in our mortal existence, acknowledging the beauty of our temporary place in the universe. Rather than pursuing the elusive chimera of eternal life, let us embrace the precious moments we have, cherishing the relationships, experiences, and ideas that enrich our lives. Atlanta may not be the city of eternal life, but it is undoubtedly a city that understands the value of living fully, even in the face of our ultimate demise.

In this untenable grand theater of life, let us take our final bow with grace and a touch of irony, for it is the impermanence of our existence that gives it depth and meaning. Raise your glass, my fellow Atlantans, and toast to life, for its transient nature is what makes it truly worth living.