A skinny BOY holds a SPOON which sways like a
blade of grass as he bends it with his rnind.

Neo crosses to him, sits.

The Boy smiles as Neo picks up a spoon and tries to
imitate him. Despite his best efforts, Neo cannot make
it bend.

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.