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Original MatriX Script Part 18
They take Neo by the arm, leading him down a hall into another room. PRIESTESS: Wait here. Among the other Potentials. INT. ROOM OF POTENTIALS (MATRIX) - DAY - Neo enters and finally understands the attention given to his age. The Potentials are all little children. SPOON BOY: Your spoon does not bend because it is just that, a spoon. Mine bends because there is no spoon, just my mind. Neo watches as it curls into a knot. SPOON BOY: Link yourself to the spoon. Become the spoon and bend yourself. Neo nods, again holding up his spoon. NEO: There is no spoon. Right. He concentrates. The spoon begins to bend just as the Priestess touches his shoulder. PRIESTESS: The Oracle will see you now. Spoon Boy smiles. INT. SHRINE (MATRIX) - DAY - Neo enters nervously. Beneath his feet is a path of the zodiac leading to marbled stairs that rise to a dais and a three-legged throne. The throne is empty. NEO: Hello? A DISTANT FEMALE VOICE calls to him and he follows it up the stairs. At the top of the dais, he smells something cooking. Following the scent, he moves behind the pillars where he finds an open door. VOICE (O.S.): Just come on in. He walks through a vestibule where he sees a fabulous moonstone headdress and velvet robes. A second door leads into -- NEO: Hello? ORACLE (WOMAN): I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO: You're the Oracle? ORACLE: Bingo. I got to say I love seeing you non-believers. It's really a relief. All that pomp and circumstances just plain tucker me out. Almost done. Smell good, don't they? NEO: Yeah. ORACLE: I'd ask you to sit down, but you're not going to anyway. And don't worry about the vase. NEO: What vase? He turns to look around and his elbow knocks a VASE from the table. It BREAKS against the linoleum floor. ORACLE: The vase. NEO: Shit, I'm sorry. She pulls out a tray of chocolate chip cookies and turns. She is an older woman, wearing big oven mitts, comfortable slacks and a print blouse. She looks like someone's grandma. ORACLE: I said don't worry about it. I'll get one of my kids to fix it. NEO: How did you know...? She sets the cookie tray on a wooden hot-pad. ORACLE: What's really going to bake your noodle later on is, would you still have broken it if I hadn't said anything. Smiling, she lights a cigarette. ORACLE: You're cuter than I thought. I see why she likes you. NEO: Who? ORACLE: Not too bright, though. She winks. ORACLE: You know why Morpheus brought you to see me? NEO: I think so. ORACLE: So? What do you think? You think you're the One? NEO: I don't know. She gestures to a wooden plaque, the kind every grandma has, except that the words are in Latin. ORACLE: You know what that means? It's Latin. Means, 'Know thyself.' She puts her cigarette down. ORACLE: Well, let's have a look at you. She widens his eyes, checks his ears, then feels the glands in his neck. ORACLE: Open your mouth. Say, 'ahhh.' She nods then looks at his palms. ORACLE: Hmmm. You sure got the gift, but it's tricky. I'd say the bad news is, you're not the One. Still got a lot to learn. Maybe next life. NEO: What's the good news? ORACLE: Same as the bad news, you're not the One. NEO: Is that it, then? |
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