"You shouldn't be, Neo. You are the key in the Oracle's prophecy. Everything forseen to come to pass, has, except one thing."
"The destruction of The Matrix."
MORPHEUS looks out into the darkness.
"Your coming was heralded, and it is my destiny to prepare the world for you, and to baptize you by fire. But from here on out, no one knows."
"Can we ask The Oracle."
"Not in this life."
NEO is confused.
"No one has heard from her or her priestesses since the day Cypher turned on us."
NEO is taken aback.
"But she must have known, if they came to her."
"Perhaps she did."
NEO shakes his head.
"I can't believe it. I don't know, Morpheus, if I'm prepared for this war. I'm not a soldier. How, how are we going to win?"
"For decades, we have fought force-on-force, in the real world, without a conclusion. Now, after nearly a century of war, we're at a standstill. The only way that we can see to win is by destroying their source of energy. We have to pull the plug on them. We must crash the Matrix."
MORPHEUS grins slyly.
"Remember, when I told you, that I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes?"
"I brought you deep, yet I no longer know the way. No one does. With every second we sink deeper than before. You are our guiding light, now. Your powers exceed mine a millionfold. I have shown you the path to victory, Neo. Lead us down it."
INT. MAIN DECK
MORPHEUS, NEO, TRINITY, CHOI, and NIOBE are on the chairs as they're being JACKED IN by CIRCA and RAZOR.
CUT TO: RAZOR jumps in the operator's chair, his hands blur over the touchscreens and keyboard as he drops his crewmates into the Matrix.
"We're going straight for the throat, people."
ANGLE ON: RAZOR and CIRCA typing like made at their keyboards. RAZOR hits the ENTER key. They look on, transfixed with anticipation. The screaming Matrix code grinds to a readable halt. The slap each other's hands and continue hacking.
"We have the advantage of surprise. They won't expect us to return so soon."
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
THE FIVE of them stand, immobile, around a ringing phone as their minds filter in to their body images. They are dressed practically in denim and leather, like blue collar workers. Their dress wouldn't attract the slightest bit of attention, except for the padded coats and tote bags filled with firepower.
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