Across

 Sure! Here's a rewritten version of that scene with dialogue, inner thoughts, and added atmosphere. It stays close to your original description but adds depth to the characters and actions. The tone is cinematic and introspective, staying faithful to the surreal, stylized nature of Across the Universe.

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INT. MILITARY INDUCTION CENTER – DAY

The heavy opening chords of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” begin to play. Max enters a stark, imposing building. The walls are lined with cold metal and white fluorescent lights hum overhead.

MAX (V.O.)

What the hell am I doing here... This isn't my war. This isn't anyone’s war. Just a machine... chewing us up.

He steps onto a slow-moving conveyor belt. His face is blank, stunned. As the belt glides forward, uniformed MILITARY OFFICERS stand like statues. One by one, they grab Max’s clothes and strip him with mechanical efficiency — jacket, shirt, pants — until he’s left in just his white underwear.

MAX (V.O.)

Like cattle. No name, no face. Just skin and bones and fear.

He glances around. Other young men are being stripped in the same way. No one speaks. No one dares.

At the end of the belt, Max steps off and walks into a large white room. Fifteen young men stand side by side, all in identical white briefs. Next to Max is a TALL BLOND GUY — overweight, pale, trembling.

TALL BLOND GUY (whispers)

"I think I'm gonna puke, man..."

Max doesn’t respond. His eyes are locked straight ahead. A MILITARY SERGEANT storms in.

SERGEANT (O.S.)

"IN POSITION!"

Everyone snaps into place, arms straight at their sides. The room is dead silent except for the pounding of “I Want You” echoing in Max’s head.

MAX (V.O.)

They don’t see us. They see numbers. Flesh. Cannon fodder.

One by one, the boys are called into small cubicles. Max enters his. A stoic DOCTOR with a clipboard greets him with a nod.

DOCTOR

"Sit. Heart check."

The doctor places a cold stethoscope to Max’s chest.

DOCTOR

"Deep breath. Again. Good. Knees."

Max lifts one leg, then the other. The doctor taps his knee with a reflex hammer. Then moves a light across his eyes.

DOCTOR

"Now, strip."

Max hesitates. The doctor's eyes don’t flinch.

MAX (V.O.)

No dignity left. Just bare skin under buzzcut lights.

Max pulls down his briefs. The doctor checks him quickly, mechanically. Max stares at the ceiling, jaw tight.

DOCTOR

"Turn. Bend. Breathe."

Max obeys.

MAX (V.O.)

This is the price of being born a man in a time of war.

The doctor makes a mark on his clipboard.

DOCTOR

"Approved. Next."

Max grabs his underwear, not even bothering to look at the doctor. He steps out of the cubicle. The music still echoes in his head.

“I want you… I want you so bad…”

He looks at the others. Some cry quietly. Some stare blankly ahead. All of them have been turned into something else.

MAX (V.O.)

They want us. But they don’t see us. And I don’t even know who “they” are anymore.

The song crashes to its peak as Max walks toward a blinding white hallway.

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Let me know if you want a version more surreal (like the Uncle Sam poster scene), or more grounded and realistic.