GATTACA by Andrew M. Niccol - The Script Source

6.
Jerome is transported - plotting a path through the heavens.
As his fingers fly across the keys he does not once take his
eyes from the screen.
His is one of hundreds of ergonomically designed work
stations, arranged in ever-widening circles in a huge,
circular, well-appointed if antiseptic room. Each curved
desk contains a computer terminal consisting of a keyboard
and a slim, transparent screen behind which is seated a
PROGRAMMER, designing software for the aerospace agency. At
the center of the room is a donut-shaped command console,
chairs facing outwards, from which operations are monitored.
Floor to ceiling smoked-glass curved walls offer the only
concession to nature - a tinted view of a man-made,
meticulously landscaped garden.
Jerome tears himself away from his screen and picks up a
discreet mini-vac. He vacuums between the keys of his
keyboard. DIRECTOR JOSEF, 50's, a shorter, official-looking
man approaches. His assistant IRENE stands at his shoulder.
DIRECTOR JOSEF
You keep your work station so
clean, Jerome. JEROME --Next to
Godliness, isn't that what they
say?
The Director smiles at the notion and places a computer disc
on Jerome's desk.
DIRECTOR JOSEF
I reviewed your flight plan. Not
one error in a hundred thousand
keystrokes. Phenomenal.
(placing a hand on
Jerome's shoulder)
It's right that someone like you
is taking us to the Belt.
(glancing to
notification on
Jerome's screen)
You have a substance test.
The Director briskly departs, Irene in tow. At a nearby work
station, a painfully thin programmer, NAPOLEON, perks up at
the mention of the test.
Jerome merely shrugs and pretends to reach down and scratch
his ankle. However he surreptitiously produced one of
Eugene's transparent specimen bags from his sock.