Data flood effect

A wide office floor fills with a rising glowing tide as work carries on. a wide shot of an open-plan office floor at night, a glowing tide of abstract data flooding in across the carpet from the far wall and rising steadily up the desk legs and the chair bases, its surface rippling and breaking around each obstacle, streams still pouring down the far windows to feed it, one person standing on a chair above the line watching, locked camera

A wide tunnel where streams run down every surface toward the camera. a wide shot down a long service tunnel, dense streams of small glowing abstract marks running down the curved walls and along the floor toward camera, the streams bending with the curve of the tunnel so they describe its shape, a figure walking against the flow in silhouette, cold light from the streams pooling around their feet, slow push in

Thin glowing panels drift past the subject and shear into fragments. a person standing in a dim server corridor, thin translucent glowing panels drifting slowly through the air around them at different depths, each panel shearing into smaller fragments as it passes and the fragments tumbling away downstream, the panels dimming the face as they cross in front of it and lighting it as they pass behind, slow push in

Data runs along every edge of a stairwell, following its real geometry. a person climbing a narrow stairwell, thin bright streams of abstract marks running along every real edge in the room, the handrail, the step noses and the door frames, accelerating as they turn each corner and spilling off the end of the rail into the air, the person moving through them normally with the light flickering across the face, camera following from below

Glowing marks run down the walls and bend over the desk they meet. a person sitting still at a desk in a plain office, dense vertical streams of small glowing abstract marks pouring down the walls behind them, bending where they meet the desk and running along its surface toward camera, the streams wrapping the real geometry of the room rather than floating flat, cold blue light from the streams falling on one side of the face, locked camera

The subject breaks into data that joins the passing flow and reforms. a person standing in a plain white room raising one arm, the arm breaking apart into a stream of small glowing marks that peels away downstream and joins the wider flow crossing the room, the rest of the body still solid and ordinary so the difference is obvious, the marks then returning along the same path and rebuilding the arm from the shoulder to the fingers, locked camera

In a wide plaza shot some figures break into data while others stay solid. a wide shot of an open plaza at dusk where several walking figures break apart into streams of small glowing marks that flow away across the paving, while the figures beside them stay completely solid and ordinary so the contrast is clear, the dissolved streams pooling and then rebuilding into walkers further along, slow crane down

A glowing tide of data climbs the room while the subject stands still. a person standing still in an empty concrete room, a rising tide of glowing abstract data filling the floor and climbing steadily past the ankles, the knees and then the waist, its surface rippling and breaking against the legs the way water would, small marks separating off the top and drifting upward, everything above the tide line staying perfectly ordinary and unlit, locked camera

A wide warehouse full of drifting glowing panels shearing into fragments. a wide shot of an empty warehouse where dozens of thin translucent glowing panels drift slowly through the air at different depths and angles, each one shearing into smaller fragments as it travels and the fragments tumbling away, two figures walking between them with the panels passing in front of and behind their bodies, slow lateral track

Data falls like rain, breaking into bright splashes on every hard edge. a person standing on a wet rooftop at night, a steady fall of small glowing abstract marks coming down through the frame like rain, breaking into bright splashes wherever they strike the parapet, the ducting and the shoulders, the marks that miss carrying on past the edge of the roof, the coat darkening where they land, slow tilt up