Where do you want to go today?

Zinga mobile app.

Concept: John Alogo

TVC 20 Sec Teaser

He lies still on the large, circular bed in his hand-tailored pyjamas. This is where he creates his ultimate reality and bends it to his will. Everything in this room is deceptively simple. He’s not flashy but the kind of stylish only people with real money and taste would appreciate. Just like his eyes. Deep when you catch his attention. Right now they are closed even as the muted sound of an alarm buzzer fills his ears. It’s not the kind of alarm that jars him awake. He doesn’t need an alarm to wake him up. It’s part of his ritual of existence that roots him back in the material plane. A reminder of sorts. He’s master of his universe. Well part of it.

His eyes open. He is very aware of his surroundings and exactly where his smartphone is. It’s not really a smartphone. It has no visible branding. Branding on phones has been left behind in the wilderness of gaudiness - replaced by technological advancement. All branding exist on the virtual user interfaces. He lives in his own time. A place where the past, present and the future converge at his will.

Through the rectangular piece of glass in his hands, he can see the ceiling fan rotating lazily – just enough to swill the perfectly conditioned air around his sanctuary. A magical piece of technology this glass. The letter Z cast in holographic three dimensions pulsates in tandem with the buzz of the alarm. A touch of his manicured forefinger silences the alarm and dissolves the cryptogram to reveal the words he has been dreaming an answer to. “Where do you want to go today?” It’s not a question. It’s a beckoning. An invitation to his daily adventure to destiny. It has been the same question since he came into possession of the doors.

It takes only a moment for him to prepare to open the door. It’s not a door in the conventional sense. It’s a monolith of intricately carved hieroglyphs. He has been decoding them since he found the room of doors. Or did the room find him? His shoulders widen in his Bernini jacket ever so slightly as he takes a deep breath. He has done this many times now and always come back victorious. Slightly exhausted, but more experienced for the next level. It’s a bit like a game, only he can’t lose more than what he gained yesterday. The rules are clear. That would make him have to choose another door. Maybe he’s ready for that. Just not today. There are fifteen doors in total around him, arranged in a circle. Each door has different hieroglyphs on it. Fifteen doors. In the space between the doors are vortices of energy pulsating and arcing in various wavelengths. All parallel realities caught up in a cauldron of timelessness and unbound by space. It’s been years since he went into the material plane without going through his doors. It’s survivable but highly chaotic. They doors are a part of him now. And not everyone can afford a door.

He can make a choice of where he wants to be. What happens there is entirely formed by his imagination and mental stamina. Today he dreamt how to control the drifting caused by the shift in blue energy as he floated in mid-space. An opportunity shall avail itself for that skill today. He just needs to keep an open mind. Today he has decided to go Indian. And he needs to get to make all his meetings on time. That’s how he can afford to keep the doors.

He touches the picture on his phone. A majestic elephant. Bejewelled and decked with gold ornaments. Its tusks inlaid with mother of pearl and jade. He waits for the transformation to begin. It’s quick. He has to be ready. The phone always takes the shape of the picture. Today it’ll take the shape of the elephant. That or the Taj Mahal in the background. One can never be sure what. Deftly, he fits the flat crystal elephant into the recess n the granite panel on the door. It’s part of the door now but will be back in his hand on the other side. Placing his palm on the pearlescent glow of the elephant, he turns it fourteen degrees clockwise. He closes his eyes and steps forward into the swirling vortex.

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He can barely hear the angry traffic below, only the afro house track projected in 3D stereo from his phone. He thunders above it, perched on top of a trumpeting giant pachyderm. He waves at Jaija across the road, who nods politely - visibly impressed by the beast he’s riding today.

“Have you heard of Zinga?” pops up on Jaija’s phone screen. Well, it’s not crystal glass, but it can receive text. Right below the Z cryptogram is a download link with the words “Where do you want to go today?” Jaija looks up from the phone, raises a hand to his temple in thankful salute with a smile, riding on his matted wooly mammoth. Jaija is also old school, maybe too old school. But he’s a sharp dresser. You’ve got to give him that.

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