The Cosmic Matrixxx

April 8, 1996

FADE IN ON:

COMPUTER SCREEN

So close it has no boundaries.
A blinking cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a
heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath
the derma of black-neon glass.

A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as though we were
making the call. The cursor continues to throb,
relentlessly patient, until --

MAN (V.O.)
Hello?