MORPHEUS
Have you ever had a dream Neo that you were so sure it was real?
The strands think like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break.
MORPHEUS
What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference from the dream world and the real world?
He looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his palms where he sees his face reflected.
NEO
This can’t be…
MORPHEUS
Be what? Be real?
TRINITY
It’s going into replication.
MORPHEUS
Apoc?
APOC
Still nothing.
The mirror gel seems to come to life, racing, crawling up his arms like hundreds of insects.
NEO
It’s cold.
Morpheus takes out a cellular phone and dials a number.
MORPHEUS
Tank, we’re going to need a signal soon.
TRINITY
I got a fibrillation.
MORPHEUS
Apoc, location?
APOC
Targeting… almost there.
TRINITY
He’s going into arrest!
APOC
Lock! I got him!
MORPHEUS
Now, Tank now!
His eyes tear with mirror, rolling up and closing as a high-pitched ELECTRIC SCREAM ERUPTS –
It is a piercing SHRIEK like a computer calling to another computer –
Neo’s body arches in agony and we are pulled like we were pulled into the holes of the phone.
Sucked into his SCREAM and swallowed by darkness.
