NARRATOR: Last time, on 'ISU VRAC: Ballistics'
[transition from aerial into over-the-shoulder into first person shot as TIGER walks through the doors of the Molecular Biology building behind the ballistics team]
[series of cut-aways of slow dolly shots following group's movement]
[moving mural of chimera surrounded by floating genes, chimera turns to face camera and growl]
[various telescopes and microscopes float by on the right in the foreground and background]
[workers, on a floating platform moving vertically, fixing various decorations on the wall]
[camera returns to first person shot and transitions to center on HEIKE as she strides a distance into the hall then turns around, camera field of view expands]
HEIKE: Welcome, to the CState-wart School of Scancraft and Imagery
[cut to overhead shot as group descends stairs]
[various paths at the base of the stairs shift and change, leading to various hidden chambers and laboratories, until settling on a single path when the group reaches the bottom]
[cut to over-the-shoulder shot on HEIKE as she approaches a set of double doors and opens them, transition to and focus on battered hat with microscope lenses for eyes]
[HEIKE turns to the group]
HEIKE: I present to you, the CState-wart Scanning Hat
[a tear on the hat slowly opens and the hat begins to sing]
HAT: Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll trash myself if you can find
A better scan than me.
You can change the striation,
On bullets big and small,
For I'm the CState-wart Scanning Hat
And I can scan them all.
There's nothing hidden in the groove
The Scanning Hat can't see,
So test me out and I will tell you
How this scan ought to be.
It might belong in Greatnotpoor,
Where dwell the great at start,
Their position, angle and clarity
Set Greatnotpoors apart;
It might belong in Justadjust,
Where grooves are set and clear,
Just change the angle just a smidge
And you should have no fear;
Or yet in unlucky Big-ole-flaw,
For bullets with a mark,
It's simply just up to chance,
And no chance for remark;
Or perhaps in Scanagain
You really messed up,
Half of the data is missing
You need a tune-up.
So turn me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get quite so crass!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Seeing Glass!
[fade to black, then into opening]
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[descending shot on students seated around a council table, ELIOT at the head]
[cut focus to a stone bowl placed in front of ELIOT, with the words 'LUNCHEON PENSIEVE' engraved on the rim]
[ELIOT touches his Macbook to his temple then draws a memory to the pensieve, INTIMIDATINGLY]
ELIOT: You must become lost in the sauce
[ELIOT gestures to the pensieve]
[The students glace at each other, then enter the pensieve]
[cut camera to first person view, going through a stream of consciousness and various swirling images]
[cut to a volleyball court, camera centered on the top rim of the net]
[volleyball enters frame from the side, ELIOT approaches net]
[slo-mo as ELIOT jumps, exit slo-mo as ELIOT hits ball, ball then flies toward camera]
[cut to dark cell, ELIOT restrained in the shadow by chains made of calculation papers, behind a matrix lattice]
[flip view to low angle closeup of Marvin the Martian, staring down menacingly at the camera, as the door slowly closes]
[cut to patchily lit computer lab, silent except for flickering lights and computer fans whirring, aerial behind shot centered on ELIOT stoicly typing away at a computer, surrounded by a wall of result printouts and books]
[slowly zoom, typing becomes louder, lights begin to dim]
[books begin to slightly shift]
[lights finally turn off, but typing and computer light continues, computer light also dims]
[pitch black, loud typing continues, until computer screen flicks on momentarily, revealing the silhouette of a head engorged with the information in the books]
[fade back into black]