Sarah watches from the bushes as Andy Goode parks and gets out of his car. She voiceovers that on July 16, 1945, in the mountains outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico, the world's first atomic bomb exploded. The red glow on his face manages to alert Andy to something that somehow he missed as he was pulling up: that his house is a raging inferno. Sarah's voiceover continues, explaining that Oppenheimer quoted from the Bhagavad-Gita: "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." Or, as his colleague Ken Bainbridge put it, "Now we are all sons of bitches." Sarah walks away as Andy sinks to his knees on his front lawn, watching his chess-playing computer go up in smoke. You, uh, didn't program it to feel pain or anything, did you, Andy?
Flashback now to a simpler time, when Silk Tie still had his eyes, and was still alive. He watches in amazement as some fleshy, bloody humanoid emerges from the bloodbath in his bathroom. Its eyes are closed. There's even a misshapen nose. Flesh Artie swivels his head towards Silk Tie, who produces an X-Acto knife to get slits in the sealed eyelids. The eyes open, Flesh Artie's red sensors bore through Silk Tie. "Now we are all sons of bitches," repeats Sarah's voiceover. That's where the episode ends, so we never get to hear Chrome Artie say, "Your eyes. Give them to me."