everyone is there.
his eyes snap open and he thrashes against the chair, trying to rip the cable from the back of his neck.
neo is plugged in, hanging in one of the suspension chairs.
while their minds battle in the programmed reality, the two bodies appear quite serene, suspended in the drive chairs.
everyone is gathered behind tank, watching the fight, like watching a game of mortal combat.
there are several gasps.
they are transfixed.
they break up.
the core glows with monitor light. cypher is in the operator's chair as neo cones up behind him.
sweat dapples his lip as neo snaps out of the construct coma.
in the hovercraft, we see the sweat rolling down cypher's face and neck.
the monitors suddenly glitch as though the matrix had an electronic seizure.
tank sees what was changed.
tank watches helplessly.
mouse's body thrashes against its harness as --
blood spits from cable's mouth, his body spasming, then lying perfectly still.
tank answers the call.
the diagram windows onto the screen.
cypher's body begins to shiver uncontrollably.
tank reaches out to the screen as if reaching for morpheus.
tank is again at the monitors, searching the matrix.
dozer spots the wreck.
the phone rings. tank answers.
tank punches the emit command.
cypher holds his chest.
tank finishes loading the exit programs as cypher rises behind him, swinging the weapon at his back.
dozer rolls up, grabbing a heavy crowbar from a box of tools.
the operator phone begins to ring- cypher steps over the body of tank and looks at the monitor.
he walks over to trinity's body, staring down at it hanging in its coma-like stillness.
trinity's eyes open, a sense of relief surging through her at the sight of the ship. as tank unplugs her, she sees his charred wounds.
neo looks at morpheus whose body is covered with a cold sweat.
neo goes to his chair and begins strapping in.
trinity and neo hang motionless in the suspension unit. tank is at the operations station.
tank sits down beside morpheus whose face is ashen like someone near death. he takes hold of his hand.
tank stares at the screen, his mouth agape.
the phone rings.