"well, not yet, but we're in the defense screen."
"i'll have to take that one down now. cypher"
"who?"
"that was.  i.  forgot his name."
"not you, though. like you. there have been others, neo."
"i know. i used to watch you hacking without sleeping for days."
"that's not the point."
"you are him. youre mine."
"i don't know, neo. our mission was to find you."
"now, zion will give us a new mission."
"not on his ship."
"with difficulty."
"make it eight."
"any casualties?"
"youve never drank before."
"hows tank?"
"let me guess. weve been ordered back out anyway."
"hes got a point, m. i have faith, but why so quick?"
"your brain knows what to do. but it has to associate characters with your body."
"thats how they have the operating power to create entire worlds within their pcs."
"almost. reality is unalterable. but the fabric of reality in the matrix can be rewoven. some can reach beyond normal cause. their affects on the matrix are deeper than average. they have learned to change it according to their needs. but they dont have total control. thats why we need operators like razor here. but you, you go further than any of us can."
"not just you. morpheus, myself. we were all born inside.
"for the past 50 years or so, something has been happening to children in the matrix. theyve been mutating, changing in ways the machines never predicted. some seem to gain faster reflexes and strength. others seem to have psychic powers."
"morpheus, can you tell us what the mission is now?"
"dont lose your balance."
"so, you can fly."
"do you think i can?"
"like you?"
"will you teach me to fly?"
"free your mind of doubt."
"in this construct program, the ground can kill."
"shit."
"showing you, neo."
"i want you to know how much faith i have in you."
"its not you. just, not here."
"theyre watching us, you big dope. do you know how horny computer geeks get?"
"over here."
"its true, neo. metacortex employs humans to write code for the matrix."
"its not over yet."
"weve stirred up the hornets nest now."
"what about neo?"
"is it clear?"
"casanova just ran into an old flame."
"tanks."
"any luck?"
"then the agents are out of touch with each other."
"what about niobe?"
"bullshit, its my turn."
"is he even alive? is he captured?"