Hook yourself up with your PC
"Why does it still exist? Why hasn't he destroyed it yet?"
"Maybe he can't."
TRINITY is sitting on the edge of her interface chair, looking like hell.
"Is he even alive? Is he captured?"
"Last we saw he was trying to blow up the building. Haven't locked onto him since."
"What? Why not?"
"Call me crazy, but I think he's masking his own displacement signature."
"His carrier signal just goes nowhere. But there is data going back and forth."
MORPHEUS stares at the data on the screens. The Matrix lives. He pushes Razor out of the way, and starts hacking at the keyboard at an incredible rate. It's obvious Morpheus can handle computers.
"I found him once. I'll find him again."
We go deeper into the miasma of green symbols, swallowed by the blackness of the screen, and emerge into:
INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT (MATRIX) - NIGHT
The apartment is luxuriously laid out and furnished. Gregory sits on a leather couch, watching whatever on the tube with the sound off. He absentmindedly manipulates a quarter over and around his fingers. Finally, he stops and looks at the quarter.
Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he folds it in half as though it was a disk of bubble gum. He folds it again, then rools it as though it's a musket ball.
Chandra enters the living room and collapses on the couch. She reaches points the remote at the TV, but Gregory puts his hand over it to get her attention.
"So, you really don't have any idea how you got here?"
"No. I only remember being on the bike."
"Yeah, you took a pretty good knock on the head. Do you know how we got this place?"
She looks at him, annoyed.
"Duh. We broke in. We don't own a penthouse."
"What if I said we did?"
"I'd say you're insane."
She finally gets the remote and changes the channel. The volume comes on, louder and infinitely more tinny and obnoxious than anything in life. Chandra laughs at the images as Gregory stares into space.
INT. BURNT-OUT CATHEDRAL (MATRIX) - NIGHT
NEO sits with his back against a blackened brick wall, staring ahead. He's in the belfry of an ancient, destroyed cathedral, among the pigeon nests, soot, and bird crap.
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